Ling Zhen also felt that he was good or bad.
She felt uncomfortable and wanted to drag Wei Xi to accompany her.
A well-educated little fairy shouldn't do this, so Ling Zhen kicked his legs and thought about it: "Then I'll go back to sleep."
Wei Xi stretched out his hand to hold her ankle under the loose home trousers, a slender and smooth section, rubbing his fingertips lightly: "I was wrong, people who bully you are bad."
Ling Zhen drooped his eyes: "Hmph."
Her palm-sized face was porcelain white, with a trace of red marks at the end of her eyes, and her bright eyes were covered by thick eyelashes. She looks pitiful and coy, so delicate that she can grab the apex of other people's heart.
Wei Xi stopped asking, hugged her, patted her on the back, and coaxed her in a low voice for a while.
The man's voice was deep and soft, Ling Zhen could hear the indulgence in his voice, he bent his legs and did not make a sound.
But the anger in my heart dissipated slowly and bit by bit.
The little girl's mood was easy to perceive, and Wei Xi waited for her to calm down before asking softly, "Say it?"
Ling Zhen has gone too far, and now he is a little embarrassed.
It's too worthless to be so wronged by a trivial matter. What's more, she has already scolded back.
She picked the fabric on her knees and whispered, "It's nothing, I'm going to be the lead dancer, and I'll start practicing tomorrow."
Wei Xi looked down at her: "Where's the solo dance?"
Ling Zhen rubbed his eyes, and deliberately said lightly: "The quota was not taken down—I didn't say I was dead at first, and now the leader gave me the lead dancer, which is also a very important task."
Wei Xi looked at her for a while, then nodded: "Then don't work too hard."
His little girl is strong, especially in the field she is good at, and never needs or wants him to help unblock anything. Even if she can't perform solo on stage this time, as long as it's her own show, group dances are equally important to her.
Ling Zhen nodded obediently, then poked her head out of his arms to look at the duck collarbone on the table.
Wei Xi smiled and asked, "Do you want to eat?"
Ling Zhen was a little hesitant: "It's too spicy and my stomach hurts at night..."
"Slightly spicy," Wei Xi carried him directly to the dining table and put him down, "I ordered porridge, it will arrive later."
Ling Zhen was very happy, and began to gnaw while shaking his two calves.
She actually felt uncomfortable for a while, and now the stuffy feeling is completely gone.
After being hugged for a while, and then gnawed on two duck collarbones, it turned out to be fine.
Ling Zhen licked the oil on his lips, and took a furtive glance at Wei Xi.
I just don't know... whether hugging is more effective or duck collarbone is more effective.
Wei Xi went to the company the next day, and Zhao Yan asked him to sign the document.
After signing, he stood in front of Mr. Wei's desk and sighed: "Sister-in-law is really popular, and now even the dance world is so bloody!"
Wei Xi raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Yan raised his eyebrows: "Didn't my sister-in-law tell you?"
He said these words directly from his mouth, without carefully savoring the subtle meaning of "I kiss you". By the time Zhao Yan realized it, the temperature in the office had dropped by three degrees.
Shocked, he quickly took out his phone: "Hot Search, Hot Search! I saw it on Hot Search!"
Wei Xi frowned slightly, turned on the phone and looked at it.
Zhao Yan added on the side: "I, as the class representative, would like to summarize that there is a 'beautiful genius girl once in a hundred years' who slapped my little sister-in-law on Weibo. It is clear that she is touching her. But the sister-in-law responded very well. ! Slap in the face!"
That Weibo post has been deleted, but many marketing accounts have uploaded screenshots. Wei Xi searched for Ling Zhen's name, and found one or two records of the cause and effect.
Zhao Yan was still rambling: "That Song Zhi doesn't know how to dance, the marketing is pretty good, and the fans are like chasing stars..."
Wei Xi frowned suddenly, and raised his eyes: "Who?"
"Ah?" Zhao Yan was stunned, and then realized: "Song Zhi—that beautiful genius girl."
Wei Xi waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
I seem to have seen this name somewhere.
A few minutes later, Mr. Wei found the text message from a pile of spam text messages.
Click on it, and the content is as follows: "Hi Mr. Wei, I'm Song Zhi from xx media, I don't care to bother you! I have long admired Qingxi's investment name, and this time I happened to be invited to participate in the Colorful Huazhang Art Festival in City A. I don't know Can I have the honor to meet Mr. Wei~ If Mr. Wei is convenient, I can introduce myself and my value to you [naughty][shy]”
Wei Xi finished reading with a cold expression, his black eyes narrowed slightly.
…
When Ling Zhen went to the dance troupe the next day, he had already cleaned up all the negative emotions in his heart.
After entering the dance troupe, she didn't feel anything when she saw Song Zhi's smug face. Changing into her dance clothes, Ling Zhen began to think seriously about leading the dance.
The group dancers selected all outstanding young girls from the troupe, a total of seven or eight people, including Gu Xiaomeng, Song Ling and her young ladies. The relationship between Ling Zhen and their small group is not good, but if they want to perform on the same show, communication is inevitable.
The choreography and music have been decided, and now they are practicing their dance moves separately.
Ling Zhen is both the lead dancer and the main dancer. In addition to dancing her own part well, she is also responsible for the overall rhythm and form. She glanced at Song Ling and the others from a distance, and saw that they had no intention of coming over.
Gu Xiaomeng was beside Ling Zhen, and whispered: "Miss Zhenzhen, what do they mean?"
Ling Zhen was pressing his legs, outlining a beautiful and smooth line from his back to his waist.
"It means you can't save face, it's okay."
Ling Zhen was not really worried. Although Song Ling is a bit arrogant, she is the same as Ling Zhen in that she is serious enough about dancing. Ling Zhen knew that she would come over eventually, because although she didn't like Ling Zhen, she would at least be responsible for the show.
Gu Xiaomeng nodded in conviction, she thought everything Ling Zhen said was right anyway.
Turning his gaze to Song Zhi who was in the distance, Gu Xiaomeng curled his lips: "This person is really thick-skinned, and he didn't come over to apologize when he saw you."
Song Zhi seemed to have completely forgotten her previous coquettish operation, and walked around the rehearsal room of their dance troupe without any psychological burden with a confident smile every day.
These dancers will visit and exchange in the troupe for a week, and Song Zhi is undoubtedly the most active among them. But most of her communication is surrounded by output, and she especially likes to give directions on dance moves.
On this day, after everyone practiced for a while, there was a small cheer from Song Zhi's side.
I don't know who shouted: "Song Zhi wants to show us the difficult moves in her solo dance!"
After all, she is a well-known "genius girl" in the circle, everyone is still interested in her, and they all gathered around her.
Gu Xiaomeng made a "cut".
On the other side, Song Ling also uttered the same "cut".
She has never been used to people who rely on marketing to turn a good dance circle into a smoky fan circle. That is to be a star, not a dancer.
If you really want to compare, she thinks the dancer who wants to be a star is more annoying than the star who came to be a dancer!
Surrounded by several young girls, Song Zhi walked to the middle of the rehearsal room, glanced around, landed on Ling Zhen, and smiled slightly: "Everyone is too enthusiastic, so I'll dance a little bit, and I'll show you guys Ask for advice."
Ling Zhen raised his eyebrows and looked at her with his arms folded.
Playing the accompaniment on the small speaker, Song Zhi performed a few bars of movement, and then, in the eyes of everyone, her whole body flicked and kicked Zijin Guan backwards with a whistling wind.
This is a very difficult dance movement. At the moment of flying into the air, the human body should be drawn into a 180-degree line.
Song Zhi should have practiced it thousands of times. After finishing this movement, she touched the ground lightly and finished it again.
After it was over, the surrounding crowd applauded.
Song Zhi brushed her slightly messy hair, and blessed her body with a smile. Her gaze swept over again, and Shi Shiran walked up to Ling Zhen, with eyes full of arrogance and humility, said: "Oh, I'm showing my ugliness."
Countless pairs of eyes stared at Song Zhi and Ling Zhen.
This was the first public interaction between the two since Song Zhi came to the regiment.
Ling Zhen's expression was quite calm, she stared at Song Zhi with bright black eyes, and then nodded.
"It's kind of ugly."
"Pfft!"
Someone in the crowd laughed out loud, Gu Xiaomeng glanced at it, it was actually Song Ling.
Song Zhi's complexion suddenly became ugly. She has danced since elementary school, and has been praised all the way up, and fans have praised her as a little princess. No one has ever said that she dances ugly to her face—it was said by an amateur dancer!
There was a stiff smile on Song Zhi's sweet face: "Where is the ugly?"
Ling Zhen didn't mean to be harsh at all, and his tone was very peaceful: "The backward kick is instantaneous. To draw this 'bow' properly, the shoulders, chest, waist, abdomen, and hips need to be pulled and stretched at the same time."
After she finished speaking, she stretched out her hand and tapped Song Zhi's waist: "You may feel like you can't exert your full strength here."
Song Zhi's face froze. Not far away, Song Ling was startled, and then her expression became a little complicated.
"If you don't open and close enough, it won't be beautiful enough," Ling Zhen withdrew his hand, with a calm expression on his face, "You can spend less time surfing the net and practice more basic skills—of course, the above are all my 'non-professional' personal opinions .”
After saying this, many people laughed.
-handsome!
Ling Zhen put his little hands behind his back, his face was indifferent, and he applauded himself frantically in his heart.
She hummed vindictively.
She won't swallow her anger when others provoke her.
Besides, it is the most ridiculous thing to suppress her with professionalism. Ordinary people rely on acquired training to reach their natural level. The softness and flexibility of the body nourished by the spiritual air are far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Song Zhi didn't show off her skills, and in the end, she was implicated in the daily marketing and promotion on the Internet, so she left the dance troupe early that day.
After she left, Ling Zhen practiced his dance as usual, and his posture became much lighter.
After a while, someone walked up behind her and said, "That back kick...can you do it?"
Ling Zhen turned around and saw Song Ling as expected.
She didn't say anything, she took a few steps back, and then easily made a standard backward kick to Zijin Guan. The arms, toes, nape, and legs are all in place, and every detail has inherent lightness and beauty.
Song Ling's expression changed, and finally she lowered her head: "I'm convinced."
In fact, since Ling Zhen told Song Zhi, she already understood that they thought he was an amateur player, but in fact he was just hiding it.
Ling Zhen was still very calm.
Song Ling turned around, called her small group over, and asked Ling Zhen tentatively, "Can we dance with you?"
Gu Xiaomeng's eyes widened.
Only then did Ling Zhen smile: "Yes."
For the next two days, Song Zhi did not appear in the regiment.
Ling Zhen's group dance formally lined up.
Practicing dance together at close range, Song Ling and others felt the gap between them and Ling Zhen more intuitively. The learning speed, mastery, and aesthetic feeling of the same movement were all far behind.
The girls were considered to be the best in the dance troupe, but they collapsed several times in the past two days. However, in the midst of collapse, progress is also rapid.
During the break, Gu Xiaomeng sat down against the wall, swept around the rehearsal room, and gloated: "Sister Zhenzhen, after you finished talking about it last time, Song Zhi never dared to come again!"
Ling Zhen almost forgot about this person, she also sat down and took a sip of water: "Hmm."
Gu Xiaomeng lowered her head and swiped her phone for a while, thinking of something, she was a little aggrieved: "But I'm still angry, why did she take away the solo dance spot!"
Ling Zhen is now fully focused on the group dance. How to make the original choreography more layered is also a very interesting thing. She has long since ignored the solo dance quota.
She said lightly: "Song Zhi's thoughts are too complicated. She has liked Teacher Wen for so long, but unfortunately she has not learned the open-mindedness and spirit of Teacher Wen. Even if I give her a solo dance, she can't make a work that can move me. Why bother?" she."
After Gu Xiaomeng listened, she looked adoring.
Her little goddess is too powerful and handsome!
When Ling Zhen said this, there was a kind of aloofness and immortality of an outsider on his pretty face, and Song Zhi was left far away in an understatement.
So Gu Xiaomeng also decided not to give her eyes to that beautiful marketing girl anymore, and let her play around on her own!
Thinking this way, she lowered her head and continued to swipe her phone. But it was a coincidence that she had just swiped twice when she suddenly saw Song Zhifa's Weibo.
[Have a nice afternoon~[Picture]]
Song Zhi sent a photo. In the photo was a man's profile, cold and dignified, and somewhat familiar.
Gu Xiaomeng poked Ling Zhen: "Sister Zhenzhen, look at Song Zhi's Weibo..."
Ling Zhen was thinking about making a move, and waved his hand: "Whether you don't look at it or not, what she posts has nothing to do with me."
Gu Xiaomeng's face was tangled, and he held back for a while before whispering: "So Song Zhi knows Mr. Wei?"
Ling Zhen was taken aback.
Then, the mobile phone in Gu Xiaomeng's hand was taken away, Ling Zhen opened it and looked down.
Gu Xiaomeng is still wondering: "Hasn't Song Zhi always developed in the south? Does she have any relationship with Mr. Wei?"
There was no sound from the other side.
When Gu Xiaomeng raised her head, she found that the detached and aloof fairy spirit on Ling Zhen's face, which completely ignored people, had disappeared. That pair of delicate eyebrows frowned inch by inch, and his eyes became cold little by little.
In the end, the palm-sized face was covered with frost, Ling Zhen pursed his lips.
"They have nothing to do with each other."
… No!
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(There is no second update today, woo woo woo, there are two post-views to write after class, only this slightly thick and long chapter TAT
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