Rebirth Mission

Leng Yujing recognized her and did not dodge, but held her back with one hand.

"Be careful."

"I'm sorry... Miss!"

Xu Lulu bumped into someone and started to apologize. When she looked up and saw Leng Yujing, her eyes suddenly sparkled.

He grabbed Leng Yujing's arm and said, "Sister, I found you! Can you help us? I'll just take up a few minutes of your time, okay?"

Leng Yujing shook her head: "I can't dance."

Xu Lulu did not give up, her intuition told her to seize this opportunity.

"Let's rehearse it once, and Miss Sister can help us check it. I always feel like something is missing, but I can't put my finger on it."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl who was holding him tightly.

"Why do you think I can help you?"

Xu Lulu blinked and said a little embarrassedly: "Intuition."

After a moment, Leng Yujing's mouth curled up.

"Okay."

I've looked at Zhang Bo's class schedule. He has a theory class next period, so there's no need to keep an eye on him. He has time by himself.

The reason I agreed to Xu Lulu was because of her eyes.

The look he gave her was mixed with anticipation and nervousness, which reminded her of herself when she had persuaded Xu Weiliang before.

This is probably how Xu Weiliang sees himself.

It is indeed easy to be moved and make people laugh.

I don't mean to laugh at him, I just think the person in front of me is very cute. How can anyone refuse such a cute person saying such sincere words?

Xu Lulu looked a little dazed when seeing Leng Yujing's smile.

The little sister smiles so beautifully...

Her classmates followed out and heard Leng Yujing agreed, so they hurried to pull Xu Lulu.

"Lulu, sister agreed!"

Xu Lulu came back to her senses: "Really!?"

"Of course it's true, didn't you hear it?"

Xu Lulu looked up at Leng Yujing in confusion, and when she saw her nod, a happy expression appeared in her eyes.

He pulled Leng Yujing into the classroom and introduced their dance like a little sparrow.

The desks and chairs were stacked at the back, leaving the entire classroom empty.

Leng Yujing was arranged by them to sit in the middle of the audience, watching their rehearsal. Xu Lulu also brought Leng Yujing a bottle of mineral water.

There are about thirty people in their class, with more girls than boys, and less than ten boys.

This is a dance with a storyline.

It tells the story of a famous female general who fought bravely on the front line to resist foreign enemies, but she did not expect to be stabbed in the back by her own country. The country negotiated with the enemy country and designed a trap for the female general to be captured by the enemy. The country presented this female general who had killed countless enemy soldiers and generals as a token of sincerity to the enemy country. The female general was filled with grief and indignation, and slaughtered the enemy camp overnight, but was shot to death by thousands of arrows.

They were not wearing performance costumes, just dance practice clothes, and coupled with the tragic and passionate background music, it still made people feel as if they were on a bloody battlefield.

I have to say, my mother’s college is not exaggerated.

Everyone's love for dancing is reflected on their faces. They cherish every dance and take every performance seriously.

The actor who plays the enemy general is a boy, about 180cm tall, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. Every move he makes is full of momentum, and it is really interesting to see him dancing with a spear.

In contrast, the girl who plays the female general is the tallest in the class and has a pretty appearance. Unlike Xu Lulu, who is not the cute type, she has a feeling of a girl next door, between youth and maturity.

The dance moves, expressions, and demeanor are all perfectly presented, but...

"What do you think, little sister?"

After a rehearsal, Xu Lulu couldn't wait to ask.

Leng Yujing stretched out her hand and clapped sincerely, expressing encouragement to them: "It's very beautiful, as if you are actually there."

Xu Lulu frowned slightly.

Did the young lady really not feel anything? Or was she just overthinking?

Leng Yujing didn't wait for anyone else to speak, she stood up and walked towards Chen Yue, who played the female general, and extended her hand.

"Let me borrow your sword."

Chen Yue nodded and handed over the sword.

“It’s a bit heavy.”

The prop sword, a patterned ancient sword, weighs about the same as a tablet computer, but the dance lasts about three and a half minutes, and it is indeed a burden to keep swinging it.

Xu Lulu followed over: "Miss, is there a problem with the sword?"

Leng Yujing nodded.

"This is just my personal opinion, not professional."

Xu Lulu shook her head and said, "It's okay, little sister, just go ahead."

"I think the whole dance is beautiful, but I think the reason why it's a little uncoordinated is because of the sword. It's fine for a boy to dance with it, but if a girl dances for a long time, the strength in her arms will obviously be insufficient in the later stages, especially when slaughtering the enemy camp at the end, when she needs to swing the sword for more than ten seconds."

The students around also nodded as they listened, seeming to be thinking about something.

Leng Yujing continued.

"That was the last scene. The female general was fighting to the death with all her strength, but she didn't have enough strength. The sword she swung felt powerless."

Turning to look at Xu Lulu, "Is this the reason why you think she is not like a female general?"

Xu Lulu nodded blankly.

She actually discovered this problem. Chen Yue also tried hard to perform the role of the female general. Every sword she swung was very powerful, but it just lacked something.

It's that final push.

But in fact, we can't blame Chen Yue. Just imagine, if you hold a tablet in your hand and wave it continuously for three minutes, anyone's arms will be sore.

To correct these, you need to reduce the dance moves.

Also minus the sword dance moves.

But if too many of the sword dance movements are removed, can it still be called a sword dance?

Only the boys are left to show off their skills.

After listening to Xu Lulu's explanation of the whole process, Leng Yujing spoke.

"It's not that difficult actually. I just need to change a few sword dance moves."

Leng Yujing walked to the middle of the classroom with a sword in hand, and the students around him naturally made room for him.

Leng Yujing turned her wrist and the long sword began to dance, leaving afterimages in front of and behind her, accompanied by the sound of breaking wind. She loosened her hands in front of her chest, raised her leg and kicked, the long sword spun into the air, and she held the hilt of the sword with her backhand and held it horizontally in front of her body.

Press down your wrist, draw a semicircle with the sword, hold it in your forehand and swing it downward, and finally turn the sword behind you so that the sword body is close to your arm.

Leng Yujing can't dance, but she knows kung fu.

There's nothing wrong with fighting, and there's even less problem with playing with weapons.

The whole classroom was silent.

Every student's eyes were filled with shock. Some opened their mouths subconsciously, some stared with their eyes wide open, some forgot to breathe, and some tried to hold their breath no longer.

A sound of inhaling was heard, suddenly breaking the silence.

"Clap clap clap."

There was thunderous applause in the classroom.

Then they gathered around.

"Wow! You are so awesome, little sister!"

"You are so cool, little sister!"

"Miss, do you know martial arts? Where did you learn it? You're so cool!"

"Miss, can you add me on WeChat? I'm single!"