Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

When asked this question, Meng Qingning's expression was serious, like a little fox who suddenly became serious.

Those eyes were as bright as the stars, just staring at him like this.

Murong Yuan laughed lowly.

"free."

Hearing this, Meng Qingning frowned.

"Free?"

Free stuff...not desirable.

What's more, he is Murong Yuan, the world champion of the dance competition. His fee should be very expensive. If he doesn't charge...

Thinking of this, Meng Qingning said directly: "You should take the money, it's not like I can't afford it."

"As you can see, it's not that you can't afford it, and it's not that I'm short of money. How much money do you think I taught you for?"

"Otherwise?" Meng Qingning raised her eyes to look at him: "Not for money, but for your dream?"

It would be ridiculous if it was just for dreams.

Because Murong Yuan's own dream has already come true, he has no reason to say that he will pin his dream on the students and let the students complete it for him.

"Yeah, just for the dream."

No, Murong Yuan actually did what she said.

"Not for dreams, do you think I can go to China and bring you here?"

Meng Qingning: "Don't say it like you opened the back door for me, I won the game myself."

"Yeah, but I know you're going to win the game."

"How do you know? You have the ability to predict? What if I don't win the game?"

Murong Yuan took a deep look at her.

"If you don't win the game, then there's next year, not next year, and the year after."

"..."

"Aren't you looking for a talented student?"

"Yes, I think you are."

"..."

"Recall that I told you that I think you are suitable, the talent is suitable, the appearance is suitable, everything is suitable, yes, I won the world championship myself, but I also want my students to win. You probably don't You know, there are a lot of people who question my abilities."

"Doubt your ability?" Meng Qingning had never heard of this. Would the world champion ever be questioned?

This is the champion selected under the watching of the whole world.

"Yeah, isn't it ridiculous? And..."

When he said this, Murong Yuan's eyes widened: "You are very similar to a former student of mine."

Hearing this, Meng Qingning felt as if she had caught the point.

"Your former student?"

"Correct."

"Then where is she now?"

Originally thought that Murong Yuan would answer her, but unexpectedly, he stopped talking, he pursed his thin lips, and did not speak again.

Meng Qingning looked at him, did she ask the wrong question?

Why did it feel that there was a flash of hostility in Murong Yuan's eyes at that moment, it was still extremely heavy.

The atmosphere also suddenly changed a bit.

Meng Qingning is a sensible person, she didn't ask any further, and even wanted to change the subject, but when she opened her mouth, Murong Yuan said: "She, died."

At this moment, Murong Yuan's voice was frighteningly hoarse.

Meng Qingning was also taken aback by his gloomy eyes and expression.

She didn't dare to ask how she died, so she could only stand there.

"Her biggest dream is to win the world championship."

Meng Qingning: "..."

So, this is for her to take it for that girl?

As if he had a tacit understanding, Murong Yuan looked at her and said slowly: "It's not that I want to watch you take it for her, but in the past, she was able to win the world championship."

Meng Qingning didn't know what to say.

Because at this moment, Murong Yuan's eyes seemed to have fallen to the bottom of a cliff. Since she had known him for a long time, she had seen him playful, even serious, but this was the first time she had seen him so hurt...

It's not right, it doesn't seem right to describe it as hurt...

Should it be pity?
"I said these words today just to let you understand my thoughts, not to put you under pressure."

Soon, the gloomy eyes turned, and Murong Yuan returned to his original appearance, the previous emotion in the depths of his eyes disappeared completely, as if that emotion had never appeared before.

He smiled, reached out to take off his glasses, and said while wiping them, "How about it? Think about it. If you don't think about it, it will take five hours."

Hearing this, Meng Qingning finally couldn't help but said, "Are you poisonous?"

Murong Yuan laughed out loud.

"So, whether to add classes or not? My Murong Yuan's students, if they don't win the world championship, it will be a joke to tell."

"Add." Meng Qingning agreed: "But I don't care if others laugh at me or not. Their opinions have nothing to do with me. I just do what I should do now."

"I know." Hearing that, Murong Yuan couldn't help stretching out his hand, trying to cover her head, but before he could touch her, his hand froze, and then retracted it.

"Okay, when will it start? Do I need to give you a few days off?"

"No, you can start anytime."

Since you want to practice, you must be serious.

"It's just that I suddenly thought of a question, do I have Saturdays and Sundays?"

Murong Yuan smiled slightly.

"In theory, no."

"..."

"But you can ask for leave, maybe give me a day off in a month?"

"Why don't you let me ask for leave at all."

"I think, after all, this is a competition for the world championship, and some dancers practice non-stop."

Sleepless?

Meng Qingning felt that she might not be able to do this. If she didn't sleep well, she would easily become depressed, and she wouldn't have the mind to practice dancing.

It is best to practice in the most state-of-the-art condition with sufficient time, and it is best to get twice the result with half the effort.

"Then start tomorrow, come to my dance studio after class."

"Ah."

Then Murong Yuan gave Meng Qingning an address, and then she left with Abin, and on the way out, Dai Ning happened to come looking for Murong Yuan.

Seeing Meng Qingning, Dai Ning was pleasantly surprised.

"You haven't gone back yet?"

"I talked to Teacher Murong about something."

"Just right, I'll go to your house to cook dinner tonight, how about it?"

Meng Qingning had a good impression of Dai Ning, "Anything is fine, just come if you like."

"Let's go, do you mind if I call you Teacher Murong?"

Meng Qingning: "...don't mind, you can call."

So Dai Ning went in and called Murong Yuan again, after a while she came out with a sullen face.

"He refused, forget it, just the two of us, and leave him alone."

"it is good."

On the way back, Meng Qingning wanted to ask Dai Ning about Murong Yuan several times, for example... what happened to his former student.

After all, she seems to have never heard of it.

But she didn't know how to speak, so it was best to keep silent, but it was Dai Ning who thought about it.

"Why do I feel that Murong Yuan's mood today is not right, what did you just say?"

These words just gave Meng Qingning an opportunity.

Following Dai Ning's words, she said, "At first we were talking about extra classes, but later... we talked about his former students."