Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Chapter 19: body wash

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In the morning, I was practicing dance in the classroom, and the dance teacher came over to give instruction on the decomposed movements. The two groups of members of "Eye of the Typhoon" are mixed together, standing randomly. When learning the movements, you talk to each other, and you quickly get along with each other.

Two hours later, the dance teacher announced the dismissal for a break, and the trainees all sat down panting, drinking water to quench their thirst.

After the dance teacher summed up everyone's learning situation in a few words, he finally named Lin Ye and said, "I am here to give you a class today. I am most surprised by Lin Ye. It may be that your performance in the initial evaluation is not very good. , so I haven't had a deep impression of you. But I didn't expect your dancing skills to be so good."

Lin Ye raised her hand to wipe the sweat off her forehead, calmed her breathing slightly, "Thank you, teacher."

Wen Mian raised his eyebrows at him, stood up with a smile on his face and asked, "Teacher, how is my performance?"

The teacher smiled gently, "Wen Mian has always been very stable in singing and dancing, but I remember that your initial rating is not very good, right?"

Wen Mian said resentfully when he heard the words: "The repertoire for the initial rating was not selected well, and the teammates who performed together at that time were all temporary teams, and they had never practiced together before."

The teacher nodded, "It's really good that you can go from class D to class A in just a few days. Lin Ye also wants to work hard."

Lin Ye said, "Okay, teacher."

Wen Mian asked again with a smile: "Teacher, then, compared with Lin Ye, who can dance better?"

The dance teacher immediately laughed, "It's all good."

Wen Fang didn't want such an answer, "I don't think I can dance worse than Lin Ye."

Lin Ye sat on the ground, glanced at him, and lazily said: "You are a vocalist but not a dancer. It is not normal that you can dance worse than me."

Before the dance teacher could speak, the trainees sitting around were already full of enthusiasm, and they all watched the fun and started booing like a big deal: "It's up to you to decide whether it's good or not, we want an on-site battle!"

Ming Rang snapped his fingers directly at the staff in the classroom, "Teacher, please give us a random piece of music."

The voices of the trainees in the classroom were instantly pushed to the top.

Lin Ye chased the ducks to the shelves and danced with Wen Mian for a while. The two of them came and went, their movements were not sloppy, and the crackling sparks seemed to be visible to the naked eye when they raised their arms and legs.

However, Ming Rang maliciously cut the random dance music into a theme song for a girl group talent show.

The dance steps of the two were obviously stagnant. Wen Mian slowed down as if he couldn't stand the song, but Lin Ye still swayed his body and limbs like a fish in water. He learned girl group dance when he was a trainee in the company.

The memory of the body is often one step faster than the commands issued by the brain center. He stepped on the music node and softened his waist like a conditioned reflex, raised his face lightly, passed his fingertips through the tail of his hair, stroked the back of his neck, stretched his shoulders, and his waistline suddenly straightened. Dance in a large arc to make a wave.

A seamless transition from delicate to sexy.

The trainees who were whistling and watching the excitement just a second ago all opened their eyes wide at this time, and the voices they couldn't help blurting out almost toppled the ceiling of the classroom.

If it weren't for Lin Ye's face, which was obviously a handsome boy's face, some of the young and energetic trainees would have lost control of their physical reactions on the spot.

The theme song came to an abrupt end, and Jiang Lian stood beside the speaker with his arms crossed, his face indifferent, "Are you here to practice dancing or watch a performance?"

The trainees all fell silent.

Lin Ye let out a breath slowly, sat down hot all over, grabbed the collar of his jacket to shake the wind with one hand, and lifted the sweaty bangs on his forehead with the other, but never looked in Jiang Lian's direction.

He jumped into the women's troupe dance in his head, without any reason, this incident made him a little ashamed to face Jiang Lian.

The dance teacher also clapped his hands and reminded: "Everyone, get up and continue after you have rested. You can't relax in dancing practice."

The trainees stood up from the ground sparsely.

Someone yelled: "Teacher, who do you think can dance better, Lin Ye or Wen Mian?"

The dance teacher looked relieved, "You all danced very well."

The man looked at Jiang Lian and Ming Rang again, "What about the two Cs?"

Ming Rang laughed, "Me? Then I'll vote for Lin Ye." He rubbed his chin, meaning, "Watching Lin Ye dance makes me feel more enjoyable."

After he finished speaking, he raised his elbow and touched the person beside him, with interest in his eyes, "What do you think?"

Jiang Lian paused.

Everyone turned their attention to him. Even Lin Ye, who was sitting on the ground without moving, couldn't help but look up at him at this moment. Although she didn't want to admit it, Lin Ye still found that she had implicit expectations for Jiang Lian's answer.

Under the watchful eyes of the trainees, Jiang Lian opened his mouth, his face still neither salty nor pale, "If I say it, don't take it lightly."

Lin Ye lowered her head in disappointment.

At this moment, even Wen Fang himself stood up with some embarrassment, "Actually, I also feel that Lin Ye dances better than me. I still need to study and work harder in dancing."

However, his words did not make Lin Ye happy. He told himself in his heart that Jiang Lian just said something casually, so he didn't need to take it too seriously.

However, what gradually peeled away from the whitewashed surface was always the intensified brooding in his heart.

Even Lin Ye herself didn't quite understand why she cared so much about Jiang Lian's opinion of him.

Lin Ye's mood remained depressed until after lunch. He and Xia Dongchan went back to the dormitory to take a nap. Xia Dongchan told him about the trivial things that happened in the practice room, but Lin Ye was still in a low mood, and it was obviously perfunctory to respond occasionally.

During the afternoon nap, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He simply put on his clothes and got out of bed to go to the practice room. When passing by Jiang Lian's dormitory, although he wanted to go and knock on the door for a while, he finally endured it.

In the classroom during the lunch break, even Yan Changfei, who practiced the most diligently, was not there. Lin Ye wanted to turn on the stereo, but saw that the door connected to the small classroom was slightly closed.

After the opening of the small classroom, except when the members of each group go in for meetings, it is closed, and it is open for the rest of the time.

Standing there and looking at the closed curtains in the small classroom, he hesitated for a moment, then walked over, and quietly opened the door a little further.

The lights in the classroom were not turned on, and the camera, which had only been turned on recently, was completely covered by the down jacket. With a magazine on his head and a black baseball cap covering his face, Jiang Lian lay sleeping in the dimly lit small classroom.

Lin Ye gradually became depressed.

He opened the door and walked in, knelt down beside Jiang Lian, raised his hand to lift Jiang Lian's baseball cap from his face.

The person who closed his eyes to rest probably didn't really fall asleep, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him.

The two looked at each other, and Lin Ye was caught off guard, looking into the depths of Jiang Lian's dark pupils, he was a little speechless for a moment.

Lin Ye regained consciousness for a while, looked away, still holding the baseball cap that Jiang Lian took off from his face, and said in a low voice, "Are you serious?"

Jiang Lian asked casually: "What serious?"

He was silent for a few seconds, then turned his eyes back to Jiang Lian's face again, his expression gradually complicated, "Do you really think that Wen Fang's dance is better than mine?"

Jiang Lian didn't answer, but asked instead: "My opinion is important?"

Lin Ye was surprised, "What?"

Jiang Lian asked again: "To you, my opinion is very important?"

Naturally, Lin Ye didn't want to tell the truth, and she didn't want to admit that she was such a caring person. He smiled nonchalantly, "You're right, it's actually not that important."

Subconsciously clapping his palms, he wanted to get up.

Jiang Lian grabbed his wrist and dragged him back to the floor.

Lin Ye turned her head and asked the other party what else was going on with her eyes.

Jiang Lian still held his wrist with his left hand, and sat up with his right hand, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Lin Ye looked suspicious, pursed her lips and remained silent.

Jiang Lian let go of his hand, "Come here."

The temptation of the truth was too great, Lin Ye's internal struggle was fruitless, and she couldn't help leaning towards Jiang Lian.

Jiang Lian said, "Come a little more."

Lin Ye moved a little further.

Jiang Lian put his hand on the back of his neck and whispered a syllable: "You—"

But there is no more text.

Lin Ye waited almost anxiously, and couldn't help but look sideways.

Glancing in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, Jiang Lian narrowed her eyes and sniffed lightly on his neck.

Lin Ye's heart skipped a beat, remembering that she sweated out of dancing in the morning, she looked straight at Jiang Lian in the mirror, her nerves tensed up, "What do you smell?"

Jiang Lian in the mirror said: "It's very fragrant."

Lin Ye didn't expect it, she looked stunned, "What?"

Jiang Lian raised her lips, her expression casual, "My shower gel is very fragrant."

The author has something to say: Small theater, Jiang Lian: very fragrant. Lin Ye: What? Jiang Lian: My shower gel is very fragrant. Lin Ye: How coquettish. Jiang Lian: What? Lin Ye: You are so coquettish.