The practice room that Song Tian rented was on the third floor. Green ivy covered the walls. When the window was opened, a breeze blew across her face, bringing coolness.
After Song Tian opened the window, she put down her bag, took out her dancing shoes, raised her head, and said to the girl with an embarrassed look, "Qiao Nian, I'm sorry."
After the girl came in, she threw her bag aside and went straight to try the electronic keyboard. The black and white keys made a tinkling sound in her hands. She frowned, and seemed dissatisfied. She stepped aside, crossed her arms, supported her chin with her cold white hands, and looked at the electronic keyboard on the stand, seeming to be thinking about something.
A full minute passed before Qiao Nian walked back and turned the tone adjustment button on the left side of the electronic keyboard with one hand.
She was very straightforward throughout the whole process. When she heard Song Tian talking to her, she looked up in confusion and said casually, "What?"
When Song Tian saw her pair of extremely beautiful eyes looking at her, she didn't know what to do with her hands and feet. Her earlobes turned slightly red. She grabbed the seam of her pants and whispered, "I didn't know there was no air conditioning here. I just found out when I came in. Are you hot? If you are, let's change..."
The Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine is notoriously poor!
From professors to department heads, everyone is extremely poor.
This time, the two of them represented the Department of Traditional Chinese Medicine to attend the opening ceremony, and the department had generously allocated a sum of funds to them.
But Song Tian didn't expect that prices in Beijing were so expensive.
She got the money and spent a long time searching online last night before finally finding this practice room. Although it was far from the school, it was the cheapest and there was no need to queue.
She thought she had gotten a bargain and even boasted about it to her classmates in the department group. But who knew that cheap things don’t always turn out to be good things, as the store didn’t even have air conditioning.
It's quite hot in August.
She herself doesn't care.
Shuangjiang City is known as the furnace city. She is used to the hot weather in summer. Although Beijing is hot in summer, it is much cooler than Shuangjiang City.
She herself didn't care, but she felt embarrassed to implicate Qiao Nian. After all, Qiao Nian didn't originally have to go on stage. It was she who said she needed an accompaniment, and they helped support her.
Song Tian thought about the living expenses that had just arrived on her card, and then looked at the girl's porcelain-white profile. She gritted her teeth and decided to go for it. "If you feel hot, let's go to another place. I know there is a practice room near Tsinghua University, but it's close to the opening ceremony, so there should be a lot of people practicing there. We may have to queue if we go now."
Qiao Nian originally thought she was going to say something to him, so he waited patiently for her to finish. He raised his eyes slightly, casually took off his cap and threw it aside, saying arrogantly, "No need to change."
"Ah?" Song Tian touched her ear embarrassedly: "You don't have to accommodate me..."
After the last meal, some boys in the group privately discussed that the top scorer in their department’s college entrance examination was good in every way except that he was too cold and seemed difficult to get along with.
She herself felt that Qiao Nian was easy to get along with. Putting aside the impression that girls gave people of being bandit-like, it was Qiao Nian who took the initiative to help them get a private room in Haicui Pavilion.
"I'm not trying to appease you." Qiao Nian turned his wrist and stretched his muscles that hadn't been moved for a long time. His tone was nonchalant, but it gave people an inexplicable sense of pampering: "I think it's good here, quiet, and no one disturbs me."
Qiao Nian looked up with dark eyes, smiled, and relaxed his shoulders: "And isn't there a fan here?"
(End of this chapter)