wipe the ice and fire

There was no training schedule on Sunday, and the coach urged him to go to the dance room to practice dancing with Luo Ming.Du Qingshao has a headache when he thinks of these things, he would rather sneak to the gym to jog and lift weights to keep fit.

Luo Ming knew what was going on in his mind, so he was not in a hurry. He sat in front of the piano and played a few tunes to wait for others.The coach originally wanted to see the training situation of the two, but when he walked into the dance room and heard the sound of the piano pouring out, he looked inside again and suddenly became furious.

So half an hour later, the little boy, who had just taken a bath and didn't have time to smooth his hair, was brought over with his teeth and claws.

Ye Feihong pressed his head and bowed: "Sorry, he was running in the gym and forgot the time."

Luo Ming glanced at it, and didn't stop his jumping fingers until he finished playing the last few bars and closed the piano cover: "It's okay, I can understand."

The coach grabbed him by the ear again and recounted it. After he reluctantly groaned, he handed it to Luo Ming and pushed the door away.

When the door was closed, Du Qingshao immediately changed his face and looked at him casually: "You don't have much time to stay here, what effect can giving me a ballet class or two have?"

"Actually, that's not the case." Luo Ming walked up to him, "Mr. Ye discussed it with me, and after he prepares, he will add dance lessons to you, but I will enlighten you on your behalf."

It seems that old man Ye is determined to train his dance foundation.Du Qingshao sighed helplessly, recalling the unpleasant past, stroked his hair irritably, feeling a pain in the head.

Luo Ming saw it all, stretched the pointer and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's get started, I'll warm you up first."

After he joined the team, he practiced yoga with his teacher for a period of time. Although his flexibility was not as good as that of Luo Ming and the active women's singles, he could barely handle movements such as opening the hips and lowering the waist.It was the first time Luo Ming touched his body, and he was surprised that helping him to press his legs was not as difficult as he imagined.

"Oh—that's enough, don't hold back! My dick hurts!" Finally stretched to the limit, he blushed and howled ghostly, lying on the ground like a boiled prawn.

Luo Ming pressed his back to confirm that there was really no room left, and instead pressed the pointer against his abdomen: "Hold your breath."

After some torture, his breath was extremely hasty, and he took a few minutes to take a deep breath, gradually adapting to the soreness in his body.Luo Ming waited patiently for him to smooth his breath, and let him get up after he had fully warmed up, and began to teach the basic skills.

"Never tried ballet before?"

"Ah."

"OK." He nodded thoughtfully, "Then let's start with the basic posture." After speaking, he took him to the mirror, stood up straight facing him, spread his shoulders, and let the Qi sink from the chest to the abdomen.

Du Qingshao could only imitate the example, and just as he made his move, the pointer hit his shoulder, causing a burst of metallic coolness.

"Keep your shoulders back and don't hold your breath."

"Spread/extend your back muscles, don't hunch over."

"Abdominal inward, back vertical. . . . Yes, keep it like that."

Luo Ming circled from front to back, and the little pointer poked him several times.The feeling of being stretched like this is not as easy as letting him do push-ups. It hurts a little at first, and then the body gradually adapts, and it feels boring again.

This is especially true for the teaching of hand and foot positions.Du Qingshao has always memorized his movements quickly, and he memorized the position of each movement within a few minutes. He abruptly followed him up and down for more than ten minutes, and his movements became more and more perfunctory. He even yawned a few times when he was not prepared. .

Luo Ming watched him all the time, and beat him on the back with a pointer as a punishment: "Next, start holding the bar."

He turned on his mobile phone and played a few soft and soothing music in a loop. He walked up to him, held the bar with one hand, and spread the other hand out with his body movements. He squatted to the rhythm of the music to demonstrate: "DemiPlie, the soles of the feet are close to the ground, the center of gravity ..."

Du Qingshao, who was about to fall asleep, listened to what he said in a daze, and suddenly woke up: "What dumpling? You also like to eat dumplings?"

Luo Ming was startled by the sudden voice, and turned to look at him dissatisfied: "Du, concentrate on practicing with me."

"OK~" He rubbed his sleepy eyes, sighed helplessly, and gestured to the sleepy music.Ballet terminology is French, and Du Qingshao can't even learn English pronunciation, let alone listen to others speaking French.No matter what the little golden retriever said, the more he listened, the more he felt like dumping, making himself hungry and sleepy.

Moreover, after Luo Ming explained the essentials of the movements, he didn't speak any more. He just stood quietly in front of him and gave demonstrations. By the way, he observed through the mirror and used the pointer to help him correct his movements from time to time. It lasted more than half an hour.

This was torture for Du Qingshao, who was bouncing around in the ice rink and gym all day long.

"Second action, BattementTendu..."

"What soup pig?" Du Qingshao almost died of hunger when he heard that it was dumplings and pigs.

Luo Ming frowned, and tapped his head with the pointer: "What is going on in your mind?"

He rubbed the painful place dissatisfied: "It's obvious that your teaching is too boring! Didn't the teacher say a word when you practiced dance before?"

Luo Ming's eyes suddenly darkened, he put away the pointer, stared at his own silhouette in the mirror and sighed softly: "My teachers...they really don't know how to talk to me."

How could there be such a strange way of teaching?No wonder you can teach such a quiet little golden retriever.Du Qingshao secretly slandered, and was slapped on the back of the hand again: "Continue to practice."

There was still half an hour before get out of class ended, and Du Qingshao couldn't concentrate.It happened that Luo Ming was standing in front, and following the dance movements, the loose exercise pants on his hips and thighs were tightened from time to time, outlining a full curve, which made him think about it.

"Missed again." Luo Ming glanced at his glasses, turned around and tapped him on the back, "Hip muscles tightened."

"How do you clamp it so that it's as round as the teacher's butt?" Before he could pull back his thoughts, he snarled casually.

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, Luo Ming's face turned red, and he turned to look at him: "Please don't say such rude words."

Du Qingshao was satisfied with the effect, as if he had found something worth trying, he boldly stepped forward to lift his jaw, and whistled.

"What do you want?" He averted his eyes in astonishment.

Du Qingshao moved closer again: "Teacher, don't worry, I'm still a kid, I can do it to you..."

Before he finished speaking, his wrist was suddenly grabbed tightly.Male ballet dancers need to lift their female dance partners, and they are not inferior to athletes in terms of strength.The two forces formed a counterbalance, Du Qingshao was caught by him and tilted his body, and the other hand began to exert force unconsciously, twisting his wrist instead.

The two looked at each other unexpectedly.

Luo Ming's face was flushed, golden hair hung on his forehead, his body trembled slightly, full of indescribable panic.The strength in his hands did not decrease at all, and his icy blue eyes unexpectedly reflected his silhouette like the surface of a lake blown by the wind.

Desire and purity.

It was the first time Du Qingshao saw him like this, his eyes flickered, and he let go of his hand as if admitting his mistake.But they didn't move their eyes away. During the few seconds they looked at each other, their breaths were fast and entwined.

"Beep——" Suddenly, the heart rate monitor on the wrist vibrated.Du Qingshao raised his hand and found that the numbers on the screen started from 82 and 83 and went straight to ninety.

this this this?He blinked in surprise, felt his pulse subconsciously, left the little golden retriever who hadn't slowed down and fled.

His resting heart rate is generally only 20 or [-] beats, so when setting, there will be a vibration reminder for every [-] beats starting from [-].Although hundreds of them are commonplace, Du Qingshao still couldn't believe it.He just felt bored and wanted to make a joke, how could it be like this...

After calming down a little in the corridor, he walked towards the bathroom in a daze.Just happened to meet Shi Jingcheng, a teammate from the youth group, and the thief pulled him over holding back: "Xiao Cheng, do me a favor."

"?" Xiao Cheng, a 15-year-old classmate, blinked curiously.

"Yes, just look at me like this, we look at each other for half a minute." Du Qingshao patted him on the shoulder, lowered his body cooperatively, met his gaze with a smile on his face, and thought - Xiao Cheng is so cute, He also played games with me until late at night, so he must be more likable than Luo Ming.

But as usual, there is no special feeling.The more he watched, the calmer he became, and even his heartbeat returned to normal at the end.

"What exactly do you want?" Shi Jingcheng frowned at him.

Du Qingshao fiddled with the watch on his wrist, and hissed in embarrassment: "My heart rate monitor... seems to be broken."