In the end, with few desires, Jiang Shen had nowhere to vent his desires, so he could only use them in more strenuous rehearsals. Nothing that Ai Lai was worried about happened, he still felt a little incredible.
As the date of the competition was approaching, Ai Lai was more nervous than Jiang Shen. One day after class, he suggested to Jiang Shen: "Do you want to have a video with Shen Junyi?"
Jiang Shen: "I just talked to Master on the phone last night."
Ai Lai asked, "Did your master say anything?"
Jiang Shen glanced at him: "Master said, just follow your orders."
Ai Lai was stunned, and finally said: "Then you and Liu Xingzhi play a video, he has more experience in competitions."
In order to reassure Ai Lai, after Jiang Shen and others practiced, he actually communicated with Liu Xingzhi, and the connection was quick. The senior brother with a high nose and deep eyes frowned and leaned in front of the camera.
"Why?" Liu Xingzhi's tone remained the same for thousands of years, and his expression was also stinky. His dreadlocks were draped over his shoulders, which seemed longer than when Jiang Shen walked.
Jiang Shen called him affectionately: "Brother!"
Liu Xingzhi showed a disgusted look: "Say something quickly."
Jiang Shen: "I'm going to participate in the Lausanne competition!"
Liu Xingzhi tsk-tsk: "Look at you, you have won the gold medal?"
Jiang Shen said embarrassingly: "Not yet... Have you ever compared?"
Liu Xingzhi proudly said: "I won the gold award two years ago, and this year you are far behind Vienna."
Jiang Shen sighed sincerely: "Brother, you are too powerful!"
Liu Xingzhi choked, looking like he wanted to speak but was holding back, and finally he could only helplessly ask him: "Are you nervous about the competition?"
Jiang Shen blinked: "Actually, it's okay... But the second master is afraid that I will be nervous, and asked me to ask you to learn from you."
Liu Xingzhi: "..."
It is impossible to learn from the scriptures, and the two of them were very happy to gossip. Chile and Novie Liu Xingzhi from the Ai Lai dance studio also know each other, especially Novie, and Liu Xingzhi has a long history with her.
"She has a congenital heart disease." Liu Xingzhi said, "The first time I saw her was in Helsinki. She is the best among female dancers and the most popular for winning gold. Classical ballet has always been the world of girls. A dancer, regardless of gender If there are 30 dancers you like, 25 of them will be female dancers."
Jiang Shen: "Like Senior Sister?"
Liu Xingzhi was a little sour: "Jing Luoyun has more fans than me and you combined. The 'Yaotai Fairies' are nicknamed 'Queen of Locusts'. When locusts cross the border, not a single blade of grass grows, understand?"
"..." Jiang Shen only felt that the beautiful sisters were too handsome even for the black name.
Liu Xingzhi continued: "Novie didn't finish the match in Helsinki, she had a heart attack and went to the hospital halfway through." He paused for a while before saying, "The last time I saw her was in Lausanne two years ago, I was 16, she 18, because of her age, this is her last chance to participate in the Lausanne competition, and the result is what I just said, I won."
Jiang Shen sighed. He sat cross-legged with a serious expression, but did not speak.
Liu Xingzhi said carelessly: "I thought you would blame me for not letting her in."
Jiang Shen said seriously: "Brother, you are not such a person, and neither is Noive."
Liu Xingzhi smiled, supported his head, looked at Jiang Shen and said, "There are also many people from Laiyi who will go to the competition, on the third floor."
Jiang took a deep breath, he finally became a little nervous.
Liu Xingzhi: "I will go to the competition in Vienna this time, and Zhou Luoxiang will also go." His eyes were fierce, like an eagle patrolling on the grassland, "I lost to him in Moscow last time, and I must win it back this time."
Just go and dance, Jiang Shen.
Liu Xingzhi's voice was separated from the other side of the ocean by thousands of mountains and rivers.
"Go dance what you love, go forward bravely, respect your opponents, and defeat them."
At the end of January, the snow in Switzerland had not yet melted. Jiang Shen sat alone in Ai Lai’s rented car. He leaned against the window and looked at the European-style buildings with red roofs and white walls on both sides of the street.
Because Lausanne is on the north shore of Lake Geneva, across the lake from the French city of Evian-les-Bains, and only half an hour's drive away from Geneva International Airport. In addition to the lake, the north of this ancient city is the Jurassic Mountains , It can be said that it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with a long history.
Ai Lai was just like the old father who sent his children to take the college entrance examination. He kept talking all the way, saying that you should learn a few words of French, which is almost spoken here, and then asked if you want to go to museums and cathedrals.
Jiang Shen: "Then can I go today?"
Ai Lai paused: "Let's go after the game."
Jiang Shen held his mouth childishly, lowered his head and sent a message to Bai Jin on his mobile phone.
Due to the unlucky timing, Bai Jinyi happened to be playing the most important amateur games before entering the professional league these few days. This was also the first time that they missed each other's performance (game).
After Jiang Shen sent the message, he looked up and saw ballet posters hanging in the streets and alleys. Ai looked at the navigation and said, "We have arrived at the Lausanne train station, and it is less than two kilometers away from the Beaulieu Theater. Don't be nervous."
Jiang Shen didn't have the nerve to say that he wasn't nervous, so he obediently agreed, "Yeah."
Beaulieu Theater is an elderly gentleman "grandfather", the location is not very eye-catching, just in an ordinary residential area, Ai Lai fixed the car, and led Jiang Shen to the back door of the theater, where a small blackboard has been set up. In French it reads: "Entree des Artistes (Artist's Entrance)"
Ai Lai took a long breath: "Go in, little artist."
Lausanne belongs to the International Ballet Class B competition, and there is not much pressure on the dance students of Laiyi Studio, but Shen Junyi must be present as a judge.
Ai Lai saw his senior brother from a distance, he was still white all over, with long eyebrows drawn into his temples, his face was paralyzed and desireless.
Shen Junyi turned her head and paused slightly when she saw Ai Lai and Jiang Shen.
Jiang Shen did not avoid suspicion, and shouted: "Master."
Shen Junyi came over.
"Have you booked a place to live?" Shen Junyi asked Ai Lai.
Ai Lai: "It's booked, how many of your students have come?"
Shen Junyi: "Sixteen."
Ai Lai curled his lips and complained: "You really brought a lot, and you won't be relentless in grabbing a spot with your beginner disciples?"
Shen Junyi knew that he couldn't say anything good, and she didn't mind. She looked at Jiang Shen carefully, and her expression finally softened: "You have grown taller again."
Jiang Shen scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and heard Shen Junyi suddenly ask him: "Are you confident?"
Jiang Shen didn't speak, he grinned, showed a smile, and then nodded vigorously.
Three o'clock in the afternoon in Los Angeles.
After Bai Jin replied the last message on his mobile phone, he saw Su Fang walking in.
"The penultimate match of your non-professional career." She shook the notebook in her hand, "A total of 81 wins and 6 losses so far."
Bai Jin put on his gloves, he stood up, and Senbu behind him put the boxer's cloak on his shoulders.
"I will win every next match." Bai Jin shook his fist.
Su Fang smiled and said, "Where's your pre-match prayer?"
Bai Jin raised his arms with his back to her, and a white dancing shoe strap was tied around his wrist.
Jiang Shen had already changed into tights and dance shoes. When he finally packed his bag, he found the ballet shoes that Bai Jinyi bought for him. Zhang Zhi was beside him, watching him hold the two shoes and close them. I don't know what the eyes are muttering.
"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhi couldn't help asking.
Jiang Shen turned his head and smiled: "Pray before the game."
Zhang Zhi leaned over and said in surprise, "This shoe is missing a strap, have you cut it?"
Jiang Shen put away the shoes, did a few warm-up exercises, nodded and said, "I'm giving it away."
Zhang Zhi was puzzled.
Jiang Shen didn't explain much, he patted Zhang Zhi on the back, and the judges had already called his entry number.
As soon as Bai Jin in the boxing gym raised his head, his golden cloak slipped off his shoulders, and the spotlight on the ring shone above his head.
Jiang took a deep breath, spread his arms, spun out from the backstage, followed by a vertical leap, and flew into the stage, into the grand light.