The practice time of the whole group ended at ten o'clock in the evening. The teammates packed up their things and went back to the dormitory to sleep. Lin Ye stood by the windowsill and wiped his sweat with a towel, but he had no intention of leaving.
The teammates were amazed by his firmness and perseverance, and half praised and half joked that he is now the most diligent and hardworking trainee in the group.
Lin Ye was a little unexpected. He never thought that one day, he would also be associated with words like "hard work" and "diligence". He didn't want others to think that he was not worthy of the position of lead dancer.
Before everyone left, they told him to remember to turn off the lights and close the door before leaving. Lin Ye responded, and after throwing down the towel in his hand, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Lian standing by the door from the corner of his eye.
Lin Ye said: "Aren't you going back?"
Jiang Lian didn't answer, but asked him instead: "When are you going to practice?"
Lin Ye answered casually: "Twelve o'clock."
Jiang Lian nodded lightly, didn't stay any longer, and left as well.
Lin Ye was the only one left in the classroom. He didn't want to be caught practicing by the camera, so he turned and walked into the small classroom without surveillance.
Lin Ye followed the accompaniment on the stereo in the small classroom, stood on the floor-standing mirror and danced and moved twice, but he still couldn't see where his problem was.
He took the tablet in the big classroom and recorded the entire process of his dancing, and then lay down on the floor to watch the video he recorded repeatedly.
In the video, his movements are smooth and in place, and he can almost perfectly reproduce the teacher's dancing scene in the teaching video. Lin Ye watched it back and forth several times, but he didn't know which part to cut into.
He had no idea, put down the tablet in his hand, turned over and lay on his back on the floor, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and ran through the words that the dance teacher said over and over again in his mind.
It wasn't long before his vision was plunged into darkness, his cheeks that were hot from sweating suddenly cooled down, and someone pressed something cold to his face.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, Lin Ye put down his arms and opened his eyes, and saw Jiang Lian sitting beside him with his legs bent and looking down at him.
Lin Ye was stunned, and she didn't move her face away from the cold thing in Jiang Lian's hand immediately, "Did you forget something?"
Jiang Lian removed the iced cola in his hand, raised his eyebrows, "You said two hours of practice, do you mean lying on the floor for two hours?"
Lin Ye met his gaze, and slowly explained: "I'm thinking about what the teacher said."
Jiang Lian's gaze moved away from his face and fell to the tablet on the floor. He picked up the tablet to unlock it, pulled the progress bar of the video back to the beginning, and tapped the play button with his fingertips.
Familiar music flowed from the tablet, and Lin Ye, who was lying on the ground, turned her face to the side when she heard the sound, looking at Jiang Lian who was watching the video with downcast eyes.
Jiang Lian didn't watch the entire video, but pressed the pause button halfway through the video, and said to Lin Ye, "Evaluate it yourself."
Lin Ye has not yet reacted, "What?"
Jiang Lian said: "Let's comment on your video, good or bad, it doesn't matter."
Lin Ye briefly stated his thoughts, with faint doubts in his eyes, "I don't know what's wrong with me." He couldn't help frowning, "It's obvious that I watched the teacher's decomposition movements one by one. Click it out."
Seeing the frown in his eyes, Jiang Lian slowly raised the corners of his lips, slightly bent his slender and beautiful fingers, and tapped the floor twice, "That's the problem." The other party drew back his lips With a faint smile, his voice is flat and without ups and downs, "A person who imitates other people's dances cannot be called a dancer, but can only be called a dancing machine."
"Machines don't have contagious power, but you do." Jiang Lian slowed down his speech, enunciating clearly and forcefully, "You can use your dance to infect your fans."
"So," he straightened and stretched one leg, raised his arm to rest on the other bent knee, and looked at Lin Ye, "From now on, you need to find a way to infect me with your dance." He paused For a second, "Do you understand?"
It took Lin Ye two seconds to digest the other party's words. Two seconds later, he sat up from the floor and looked at Jiang Lian seriously, "Thank you."
The latter smiled noncommittally, leaned closer to his face, and said in a low and slow voice: "If you really want to thank you, why don't you thank him next time."
Lin Ye's body suddenly stopped.
The several months of training and shooting on the island were complicated and lengthy, and the occasional verbal teasing can also be regarded as an interesting life adjustment. Jiang Lian stopped as soon as he saw it, and walked back slowly.
But Lin Ye took the initiative to stick to him, raised her hands and clasped his shoulders, knelt down in front of him, and said to him: "A real thank you, even if you don't do it, you can still give it."
"Really?" There was a trace of surprise in his eyes, Jiang Lian lifted his lips and smiled, "Then, how can you thank me?"
Lin Ye's eyes slowly slid over his lips, and then fell all the way down, frankly staying on the pant bag that was stretched out because of his sitting posture, "Choose one."
"With skills like yours, you still dare to let me choose?" Jiang Lian smiled and said, "The first one." He turned his face and tapped his right cheek with his fingertips, his voice sounded somewhat dispirited, "Dear Just face."
Lin Ye paused for a moment, repeatedly making psychological preparations in her heart, then calmly bent down and lowered her head, and pressed her lips to the place on Jiang Lian's side face where her fingers had pointed.
A few seconds later, he backed away from Jiang Lian's profile, stood up as if nothing had happened, and said, "I'm going to practice dancing."
Jiang Lian didn't look up at him, but simply said, "Let's get started."
Quietly breathing a sigh of relief, he turned his back to Jiang Lian, quietly raised his hand to press on the position of the heart on his chest, and waited quietly for the beating in his chest to calm down.
It was just a thank you kiss on the cheek, Lin Ye couldn't figure out what he was nervous about.
Lin Ye practiced with Jiang Lian for an entire hour, and when the other party gave some pointers occasionally, Lin Ye thought seriously about making decisions. He couldn't tell from Jiang Lian's expression whether he had improved or not. He could only guess based on the less and less times the other party spoke, and it was probably better than before.
For the last time, Jiang Lian recorded the complete video for him with his mobile phone. After the music stopped, Lin Ye walked up to him and sat down, panting heavily, and took the other party's mobile phone with some anxiety in her heart.
It can be clearly seen from the video that with the same dance moves and the same venue, his aura exuded from the inside out has changed visible to the naked eye.
The performance has not come yet, he still has time, and he can do better. While relaxing, Lin Ye thought.
Jiang Lian threw the Coke that had been placed beside him into his arms.
Lin Ye regained consciousness, held the can of Coke and asked, "For me?"
Jiang Lian took another opened can of Coke in his hand, raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Is there a third person here?"
Lin Ye raised her lips to thank, and lowered her eyes to open the Coke in her hand. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Lian having raised his head and took a sip. He subconsciously turned his head away, his eyes lingering on Jiang Lian's deep-lined side face for a long time.
Just an hour ago, he had kissed there.
Lin Ye thought casually, wanting to take back her sight without a trace. When she glanced at the Coke in Jiang Lian's hand from the corner of her eye, she suddenly stopped.
He stared intently, and said abruptly, "What are you drinking?"
Jiang Lian said, "Beer."
Lin Ye had a complicated expression, "I'm already an adult."
Jiang Lian smiled, "So?"
Lin Ye narrowed her eyes, "Why did you buy beer for yourself, but Coke for me?"
Jiang Lian gently shook the can of beer in his hand, and asked him, "Do you want to drink?"
Lin Ye didn't speak, and stretched out his hand to Jiang Lian.
Jiang Lian didn't move at all, and his face didn't show any expression, only a pair of dark and beautiful pupils looked at him lightly, as if he was examining him, or thinking in his heart.
Lin Ye pursed her lips, "I want to take a sip."
Jiang Lian withdrew his gaze, put the beer in his hand to his lips, raised his head and took another sip, and then handed it to him.
Lin Ye stretched out his hand to take it, and felt that the weight in his hand was exaggeratedly light, so he shook it subconsciously, but he didn't hear any sound of liquid shaking and hitting the wall.
Jiang Lian took the last sip.
He was a little speechless, and handed back the empty soda can in his hand. Jiang Lian stretched out his hand to pick it up, and seeing the other's fingertips touching the body of the can, Lin Ye let go.
Jiang Lian let go of his hand at the same time.
The empty soda can hit the floor straight, making a loud and empty sound of falling to the ground, and then slowly rolled forward uncontrollably.
Lin Ye raised her head in surprise.
Jiang Lian pulled him past his ears amidst a series of rolling sounds, and lowered her head to cover his lips.
Lin Ye's thoughts suddenly stagnated, and her brain was in a state of emptiness.
Jiang Lian's soft tongue had already squeezed into his lips, pried open his teeth, and poured out the wine in his mouth.
There was a strong smell of wine between her lips and teeth, Lin Ye didn't even have time to swallow the wine in her mouth, the tip of her tongue was already entangled by Jiang Lian's tongue and stirred.
The wine slowly flowed down from the corner of Lin Ye's lips, over his chin and neck, and dripped onto his collarbone. Finally evaporated in the air, leaving only a long thin light-colored wine trace on his fair skin.