Little Peach Blossom

In the afternoon, Tao Xingyu received a call to meet the new dance teacher in advance.

Su Qianqing was bored holding her mobile phone, lying on the soft carpet and rolling around. After two and a half circles, she suddenly remembered that she had to download an email app and pick up her social circle again.

By the way, it can be used as a memory check to fill in vacancies.

She felt that she remembered almost everything, but she didn't know exactly what happened that night when she returned to China.How could I roll to the lake and almost drowned from the cold.

After logging into the mailbox, there are countless red dots as expected.

The mailbox used by this specialized school basically does not receive advertisements, and it is full of things and people in the school.

A cursory glance down showed her American classmates who complained about her walking too fast, and there were nasty words at the end, the content was similar, and none of them were clicked.Continuing to slide down, the questions Simon asked her for advice had piled up to the point of exaggeration.

Su Qianqing rubbed the center of her eyebrows, and hurriedly rowed down as if she didn't see it.

School news and events, and a few well wishes from professors.

Select all, read.

OK, the mailbox is clean.

She suddenly remembered that there was a lot of money in her Alipay, raised her eyebrows, and felt that her life prospects were bright.Quickly download the app, remember the account password, and think about how to spend it.

Money is always easy to do.

After entering the account password correctly, she almost figured out how to spend it, paused, and popped up an interface.

[Please enter the mobile phone verification code]

Su Qianqing: "..."

Putting down her phone, she took a deep breath.

Come on, still penniless.

Rolling on the carpet in boredom, two and a half laps, come back, two and a half laps, come back, three and a half laps——

bang.

Su Qianqing let out a muffled snort, his forehead was sweating from the pain, he stood up slowly while supporting his waist, and opened his clothes to see that there was indeed a bruise on his back.She turned her head to look at the unmoving coffee table, curled her lips.

Being too idle at home, she smoothed out her messy hair a few times, and was about to go out to play with Tao Xingyu.

When she was on the phone, she heard where it was.

—

There are few trees along the two roads, and the sun is unobstructed and the sun is shining.It was clear that early summer hadn't arrived yet, so she shielded her face with her hands, feeling like she was about to be sunburnt, and finally waited for a taxi and arrived at her destination.

Fortunately, there is change in WeChat.

Fortunately, the mobile payment in the motherland is well developed.

The fly in the ointment is that it is only enough to take two taxis at that o'clock, and the card has not yet been tied.Su Qianqing sighed regretfully.

He looked up and looked at the magnificent company building in front of him.

What to do if idlers are not allowed in.

She has a good memory since she was a child. As long as it is a number that has been entered into the phone book by hand, even if it has not been dialed for a long time, within five or six years, the string of numbers can basically be recalled.

Holding the screen's light in his hand, Su Qianqing called an uncle whom he kept in touch with quite often.Jiang Guotai was a good friend of her father's. She had no blood relationship with an uncle, but she was closer than a certain blood relationship uncle.

beep beep.After a few seconds, it picked up.

In a business-like tone, a little puzzled: "Hello?"

After all, private numbers rarely receive calls from strangers.

Su Qianqing's tone was neither high nor low, and he said in an appropriate and intimate tone of juniors: "Uncle Jiang, it's me, Su Qianqing, I changed my phone number."

"Oh," there was a pause on the other end of the phone, and he said with a smile, "Xiao Qianqing, what's the matter? What can I do with my uncle?"

"It's not a big deal," Jiang Guotai watched her grow up, and she can say it directly if she has a request, without beating around the bush, "Just Huayue Entertainment, isn't it my uncle's company, I want to go in and visit, I don't know if it will work. "

"Where is my company..."

Jiang Guotai smiled, sighed again, and said: "Why is our little Qianqing starting to chase stars? It's not my company, but it's okay to send you in for fun. How about this? I'll make a phone call and ask them to come in person Take you to play."

"Thank you uncle!"

Su Qianqing dimpled and added, "I'm standing at the door right now."

"well……"

hang up the phone.

The president of Huayue Entertainment received a call and quickly ordered his assistant to pick him up, and informed the front desk by the way.

"The chairman is here?"

"No, no, it seems to be a major shareholder."

"Didn't you mean our boss's boss, predator?"

"He's at the door," the leader in the white shirt and black trousers rolled up the documents and patted him on the head, urging him, "What message are you sending, and what are you talking about? Hurry up and welcome him in."

—

Huayue Entertainment is the company of captain Yang Ziyi.

Before the dance teacher came, they sat on the floor of the training room and chatted.

"Could the teacher be very fierce?" Zhao An sighed, holding his cheeks and straightening his legs. "I'm not good at dancing, and I'm especially afraid of being scolded."

Cheng Qiwei said, "Me too."

Zhao An put down his hands and opened his eyes wide: "You too? Don't lie, you look like the best dancer. How about a dancer?"

"Forgive me, I'm still dancing..."

They were all worried, only Tao Xingyu was quite calm.

Although she didn't know how to dance at all before, after two or three months after signing the contract, she stayed in the training room for eighteen hours a day, and she honed a certain kind of self-confidence-she has trained so hard that it won't be too bad.

After a while, Sister Zhang came in with her dance teacher and knocked on the door.

Five people hurriedly stood up and bowed politely to say hello.

The dance teacher's surname is Zhao, and her name is Zhao Anqi.Her long hair hangs down to her hips, she wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, she is of average build, and sports pants and sneakers. She is more like a physical education teacher than a dance teacher.

She just finished introducing herself.

Zhao An smiled and said, "Teacher, my name is Zhao An, we are so destined."

The name is only one letter away.

Zhao Anqi looked at her, pursed her lips, and didn't answer at all.His lips curved down, and a soft snort came out of his nose.

The atmosphere froze.

Zhao An bowed his head in embarrassment and stopped talking.

"Let's take a look at your basics today." Zhao Anqi took out the tablet and played the dance video directly to them. "I will practice this dance in the afternoon. I will study for two hours and see how I can dance."

"..."

Cheng Qiwei opened her mouth, her eyes fell on her face that was difficult to speak, and she swallowed the words again.

Several people looked at each other without speaking.

Zhao Anqi added slowly: "Those who finish their studies go first, and those who can't practice well stay to practice more. Of course, I won't stay with you. The training room is monitored. I'm not afraid that those who stay will be lazy."

"..."

Tao Xingyu opened his mouth and couldn't help but say, "Teacher, how can I practice well?"

"You still want me?"

Don't ask who you ask.

Everyone complained in their hearts, staring at her, nervously waiting for the answer.

Zhao Anqi waved her hand and said impatiently: "You can start practicing, don't talk, practice yourself."

"..."

They had no choice but to stare at the dance breakdown video and practice by themselves.

After half an hour.

Tao Xingyu was still struggling to memorize the fifth eight beats, and the teammates around him could basically dance to the music.Although the movements are not coherent and the dance is not very good-looking, at least the basic movements have been memorized.

"..."

Just pretended they couldn't dance?

The dance teacher didn't know where to go.

Cheng Qiwei looked around and couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "The dance teacher, is it reliable?"

"I don't know, anyway, it's very fierce and unfriendly."

Zhao An: "It's scary."

Tao Xingyu stared at himself in the mirror, sighed, his mind was full of messy dance moves.

"I'm done. It's impossible to remember for two hours, and I can't keep it until very late."

It's not because I'm afraid of being tired, but because I'm afraid that the children at home will be hungry.

"Don't count to eight beats to memorize. I just wanted to say that you sing so well, and you will be able to memorize the movements quickly when you follow the music." Cheng Qiwei took advantage of the absence of the teacher and gave her instructions, "Let's not correct the movements for now. , remember about it, just keep up with the music."

Zhao An coughed and turned on the music again.

They don't need to look back, they can see Zhao Anqi back in the mirror.

Raise your hands in a hurry, twist your waist, practice your own.

Tao Xingyu was thinking about Cheng Qiwei's words. When she was practicing intensively in her company, her dance teacher said that it was easy to memorize eight beats, and she practiced slowly one by one.The main reason is that she doesn't have any basic skills.

It really doesn't look like that.

She just planned to listen to Cheng Qiwei's words, rely on music to memorize the movements, and learn the whole set of dance moves first.

Looking up, she saw Zhao Anqi staring at her.

A pair of upturned eyes with more obvious whites than the eyeballs. He frowned tightly, then let go for a while, and sneered, "You still want to make a debut? Go home early and rest, staying to practice is a waste of electricity."

Tao Xingyu pursed her lips and lowered her eyes, feeling more doubts than shame or anger.

It's not that I haven't practiced dancing before, and it's not that I haven't had a dance teacher.

I have never met a dance teacher like Zhao Anqi.

It seems that there is some kind of hatred for the girl group by nature, even the superficial conscientiousness is impatient and perfunctory, and the word of meanness is almost written on the face.

If she doesn't speak, it doesn't mean that Zhao Anqi can let her go.

"What are you thinking about with your head down? How do you want to revenge me or how do you want to protest and replace me, little girl, no matter how much you hate me, don't put it on your face, otherwise it will not be as good as you. You dance badly, but I scold you well , the words are here.”

These words were too harsh, and Cheng Qiwei couldn't help but interjected: "Teacher, she is the home team of our group, she has no dance foundation but also works hard..."

"Yes," Yang Ziyi's Adam's apple twitched slightly. This is her company's dance teacher. She seems to be quite famous. A young female team leader who just came out, suppressing the fear of offending others, stood up and said, "Teacher, what do you say?" It's a little too much."

The monitor cannot record sound.

All I could see was that Tao Xingyu really didn't dance well, and Zhao Anqi seemed to be blaming her.

There is nothing to fear, of course there is nothing to fear.

"It's okay," Tao Xingyu looked at the teammates who were defending her, feeling moved in his heart, and hurriedly apologized and said softly, "I'm sorry, I danced badly, the teacher was right, let's continue practicing, don't slow down the progress because of me. "