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Three days later, the dance room of the main building of the University A campus.

Floor-to-ceiling mirrors from the south shop to the north reflect the white light of the beam lamps, and the shadowy tree shadows sway outside the anti-theft window and merge into the deep night.The sneakers kicked muffled on the wooden floor, not neatly, with a little messy drumming sound.

After the soft and soothing singing, a series of piercing sounds of electric waves flashed, and the tick-tock rhythm was fast, in line with the dancer's pace in front of the mirror.The huge stereo played a repeated segment, and the lead dancer stopped after a few seconds, and said loudly:

"Let's rest for a while."

The neat formation suddenly dispersed, Zhong Xincheng bent down to wipe off the sweat on his forehead, went under the mirror and picked up the mineral water he had just opened, staring at the laughing crowd in front of him without making a sound.

"My God, isn't this dance too difficult? Why did Senior Sister Tingting choose this one?"

The complaints were about to be cut off by the rough panting, Zhong Xincheng turned his head to look over, and found that it was a male student at the same level: Liang Liang, from the mathematics department next door.

"Indeed, it's hard to learn." Zhong Xincheng raised his head and took a sip of water to moisten his lips and said.

Recalling the turning point, Zhong Xincheng is still a little dazed: at the regular meeting two days ago, Liang Tingting suddenly announced that the school student union will hold a freshman art performance, and teams will be organized by department to participate, with professional comments present. It is the largest departmental friendship every year .In addition, the school's student union has a special status in the entire school, and maybe it will perform in the auditorium for the whole school.

The ministers rushed forward, ignoring the will of Xiaomengxin, and finalized the content of the performance the next day. That night, they asked the senior sister in charge of the previous department to be the lead dancer, and all the staff rehearsed.

The dance I chose was a spy war dance of the Republic of China, which was soothing and revealed a hidden tension, and the pas de deux in the middle was the climax of the whole dance.And Zhong Xincheng, who only has a good-looking face to confuse the little girls, was honorably selected as the male lead of the pas de deux.

Zhong Xincheng stood in front of the mirror, his thin waist could be vaguely seen under the cotton T-shirt he lifted the corner of his clothes. He screwed on the bottle cap, and the water surface rose and fell with his movements.He raised his eyes inadvertently, and paused for a second when he glanced at the laughing crowd by the door.

"So, why did the junior brother also come?" Zhong Xincheng muttered, seemingly dissatisfied.

"Oh? Who are you talking about?" Liang Liang yelled at the top of his voice, causing everyone present to look in their direction.

Zhong Xincheng turned to one side, burying himself in the corner of sight.

"Did you say Senior Brother Yan Shu?" Liang Liang took Zhong Xincheng's words into account for a while before he realized it. He suddenly realized that he stared and threw his arms around Zhong Xincheng's neck. "He's definitely coming, our department is rehearsing."

"Why do you say he keeps looking here? Is there a girl he likes here? It's just the lead dancer with you. I don't see how beautiful it is."

The boy who ran up and down after strenuous exercise must be sweating, and the sticky wetness on his body was already uncomfortable enough, but the closer the distance made Zhong Xincheng feel uncomfortable.He backed away calmly, but was hooked and rubbed by Liang Liang again.

Yan Shu doesn't have the self-cultivation of a junior dog at all, he doesn't go out for internships, take classes in the library, and just come to the ministry for a walk when he has nothing to do.Looking at the entire student union, there is no one in charge who is more free than him. When he comes, he will stand at the door with his little hands in his pockets, as if the old leader is inspecting, it is simply a humanoid surveillance.

Sometimes the sophomore has to make an offering to the old man to ensure that he eats well, drinks well, and walks happily.

Right now, Yan Shu was discussing something with Liang Tingting, his brows were slightly frowned, very serious.

"Not necessarily, I guess it's just a random look." Zhong Xincheng echoed, he covered Liang Liang's approaching face with the back of his hand rather disgustingly, the bones of his back protruded with the movement, and there was a hint of coolness in his tone.

"Hey, you're right about senior brother Yan Shu, I can't get in touch with our beautiful young ladies and sisters while he's here..."

Liang Liang's arms tightened, he squinted his eyes and smiled, and suddenly heard a muffled response.

"Oh, is it?"

Zhong Xincheng and Liang Liang froze at the same time, the former was frightened, while the latter was afraid.

Yan Shu, who was supposed to be standing in the distance, suddenly appeared behind them for some reason, pale light shrouded from behind the man, and even a ring of sequins shone on the shoulder of his dark green coat.The man was taller than either of them, and a sense of oppression arose spontaneously.There are some seemingly well-intentioned ridicules in the eyes, but some hidden warnings can be seen clearly only when you look deeper and pay attention.

His eyes lightly fell on Liang Liang's hand on Zhong Xincheng's neck, and the corners of his lips curled into an inexplicable smile.

There is no need to doubt, if there is a hole at this time, Liang Liang can slip in and slip away immediately.

He put his arms down embarrassingly, and laughed dryly several times.

Whispering is overheard by oneself, and the death of the society is a real hammer.

There was still sweat on Zhong Xincheng's neck and forehead, which were reflected brightly by the light.He lowered his head not to look at Yan Shu, but wiped it casually with his hands.

It's just not wiped clean, and the sweat hangs down again.

"Our ministry didn't say that dating is not allowed, right, Xincheng?" Yan Shu's eyes fell on Zhong Xincheng's face, he frankly looked from the young man's long legs to his waist, and finally fell on his downcast eyes side, jokingly said.

Zhong Xincheng, who was called by name, subconsciously glanced at Yan Shu, and replied "Yes" with a muffled voice for some unknown reason.

"Liang Liang, Liang Tingting is looking for you, you can go." Yan Shu smiled kindly, but his mouth was merciless.He watched Liang Liangmeng run away with a kick after being pardoned, then turned around and grabbed Zhong Xincheng who was about to slip away.

The younger brother named Zhong Xincheng seemed impatient to be with him, wanting to slip away all the time.

The temperature of Yan Shu's palm is very high, even a short touch can burn a child with delicate skin and tender flesh.Zhong Xincheng's wrist was tightly held by him, and there was no room for him to break free.He pursed his lips and looked up at the senior brother in front of him, not sure what he meant—maybe he didn't need to be sure, because Yan Shu's movements were clean and neat, and everything was shown.

When the dry paper towel touched his neck, Zhong Xincheng was still in a daze and did not recover.

The black shadow pressed down by the man became the only quiet and fiery pure land in the whole space, his knuckles were pressed under the tissue, and his movements were random.The paper towel cruised upward along the neckline, and floated away a second after touching the child's ear.

A big mushroom cloud exploded in Zhong Xincheng's mind, he shook his trembling eyelashes and looked at Yan Shu, who was so close at hand, at a loss, his eyes barely focused.

He could only smell the sweet and pungent scent of the perfume tissue, and his thoughts turned so slowly that he didn't even know that Yan Shu had let go of his wrist.

"This dance is difficult, right? Yang Ya said you can't find the feeling."

Yan Shu casually threw the used tissue into the trash can next to him, playing the role of a serious senior who cared about his senior, he pouted in the direction of the lead dancer, and started chatting with Zhong Xincheng.

Yang Ya... oh, it's the junior sister who teaches dancing.Zhong Xincheng belatedly raised his hand to cover the neck that was brushed by Yan Shu, and the roots of his ears were quietly covered with red.

Yan Shu's eyes darkened, and he smiled imperceptibly.

The children can't help being funny.

"It's, it's okay." Zhong Xincheng replied.

"Wait, is it the part of the leader's dance? I remember there is still waist hugging." Yan Shuyi carefully recalled on the mirror, the dance in the office for thousands of years is also like this, he danced with another girl at that time, and it is said that it was because of the movements Too much intimacy caused a little misunderstanding.

"Hug the waist?" Zhong Xincheng didn't expect this, the young man raised his face and looked at Yan Shu dully, his tone full of suppressed surprise.

"You don't know?" Yan Shu said in regret and surprise. He followed Zhong Xincheng's expression to guess how much his envisioned plan could be realized, and looked at Zhong Xincheng without a composure and nodded in confusion.

"That's it." Yan Shu patted Zhong Xincheng's shoulder, smiled and said it's okay.

As for what it is, it doesn't matter, when Zhong Xincheng was hugged by his senior brother who was a head taller than him, he understood thoroughly.

The rest time passed in a blink of an eye, and the re-established formation was divided into two sides, leaving a large circular space in the center for the two lead dancers.Zhong Xincheng felt like a trash can in the center of the stage, shrouded by strong spotlights, and carefully tried to cover up the uneven trash bags exposed outside.

As we all know, showing your poor dancing skills in public is as embarrassing as being asked to introduce yourself by the teacher in class, especially when the girl dancing with you sneaks over with expectant and shy eyes.

From the first year to the third year, the three layers of the inner and outer layers were completely covered. Yang Ya stood aside and directed, and the normal dance was fine, but this pas de deux had many intimate movements, such as shoulders and waists...

"Xincheng's hand! Why are you pulling his clothes when you hug your waist? Get on and get on!"

Zhong Xincheng took a deep breath in his heart, and his Parkinson-like hands shook into orchid fingers. He pursed his lips and dared not press them up, for fear of touching something that shouldn't be touched.

"Hey, Xincheng, my brother! Didn't I force you to get married by dancing?"

Yang Ya was still shouting at the side, amused by Zhong Xincheng's marionette-like dancing posture.

Zhong Xincheng's kid is not an ugly dancer, on the contrary, his limbs are coordinated and flexible, he can learn everything quickly, he is spiritual and conscious.That is, when it came to the pas de deux, there was a girl standing opposite, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

She put one of Yan Shu's shoulders and laughed out of breath, begging for mercy and said to Yan Shu: "I'm convinced, Brother Yan, go up and save the children in your department."

The third time the music stopped, Zhong Xincheng wanted to rush out to end the torture, but just took a step back when he was surrounded by someone around the waist.

The trembling from head to toe brought out the bursting notes in the depths of the soul. Zhong Xincheng stepped on someone's shoe, the half-up hem of his clothes was scratched by his arms, and the temperature of the waist and fingertips fused together.A warm breath gushed out from the back of Zhong Xincheng's neck, and he heard Yan Shu say:

"Just hug your waist, is it so terrible?"

The man is tall and tall, with a very obvious sense of teasing and aggression from his movements to his tone of voice. His arms across Zhong Xincheng's body are slowly tightened, like a hunter standing on the top of a tree drawing a net, contently waiting for the prey to arrive.

Close, the distance is zero, Zhong Xincheng's waist is very thin, it is not tight enough to circle around.

"It's only this tight, are you used to it?" Yan Shu raised his hand to fiddle with Zhong Xincheng's hair, and mosuo passed the tip of his raised ear.

Zhong Xincheng's defense line was completely bombarded by the sudden attack, his thoughts were confused, and he nodded in Yan Shu's arms.

Everyone didn't know what Yan Shu said to Zhong Xincheng after that. They only knew that a few minutes later, Zhong Xincheng seemed to be enlightened and opened up the two channels of Ren and Du, and he was not the same person as before.

Only Yang Ya, who raised her eyebrows on the side, slapped Yan Shu who was returning triumphantly, and said:

"I asked you to teach him male dance, what do you mean by hugging him?"

"This is called reverse teaching, understand?" Yan Shu leaned on the back of the sofa and gently rubbed his palms.

What a skinny kid, he thought.