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Realizing that Fu Zhiyu was too excited, Jiang Su quickly pressed his shoulders and comforted him: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, I know it's very difficult for a big president like you to learn to dance. Relax first, don't be angry, don't be irritable! Although It's normal for you to be emotional during your aunt period, but don't be carried away by your emotions."

When it comes to dancing, Fu Zhiyu's mind is full of the scene of being killed last time, how could he not be excited.

He held Jiang Su's wrist tightly, held back for a long time, and then said: "You don't know anything."

I don't know the pain of his shoulder opening, I don't know the pain of being a big man who wants to do the splits, I don't know the pain of being a man who wants to learn ballet.

Was he a villain who did many evils in his previous life?Putting this life into a book makes all the impossible possible.

"I really don't know, but I will accompany you." Jiang Su stroked Fu Zhiyu's head, "Woman, don't forget, I am always behind you."

Facing Shang Jiang Su's gentle eyes, Fu Zhiyu was startled, and lay down again, completely quiet now.

"you're right."

"I still have you."

"I still have you."

He looked at the ceiling and murmured three words.

"Yes, you still have me!" Jiang Su said, continuing to rub, "You go to sleep, I will sleep when you fall asleep."

Fu Zhiyu looked at Jiang Su suddenly, and said without giving up: "Aotian, otherwise you will be Shangguan Bubble, and I will be Jiang Aotian? Will you go dance for me?"

Jiang Su stopped rubbing her stomach, "Me? Even if I want to agree, Dian..."

Before he could finish speaking, the electronic watch had issued a warning sound, reminding them that this matter was absolutely impossible.

Fu Zhiyu covered his head with the quilt, and completely gave up: "Aotian, if my leg is broken at that time, you must not give up on me."

Jiang Su let out a cold voice, and said in a domineering tone, "Woman, this will never be possible."

For a week in a row, Fu Zhiyu didn't have much energy. He woke up every day with a stomachache and even before going to bed. It was all because of Jiang Su that he could continue to live.

After the end of the big aunt, Fu Zhiyu finally came back to life, but what awaited him was even more cruel dancing.

Early in the morning, Fu Zhiyu was pulled by Jiang Su into the car and went to the dance studio for training.

After waiting, Jiang Su took out the dance practice clothes specially customized for him: "Woman, come on!"

Fu Zhiyu went into the personal locker room and got dressed. When he came out, his face was tense and his body was extremely stiff.

The first thing the teacher saw when he saw him was: "Why is it more stiff than last time?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhiyu's mind was filled with the scene of the last time he opened his legs, and he quickly relaxed his body, hoping that the teacher would not give him shoulders and legs this time, and just practice dancing directly.

But God never gave him hope.

The teacher pulled him aside and said softly, "Come on, open your shoulders and legs first."

Fu Zhiyu pursed his lips and glanced at Jiang Su.

Jiang Su gave him a comforting look, signaling him to relax.

Helpless, Fu Zhiyu could only try to relax.

This time the shoulder opening was not as painful as imagined, on the contrary it was very comfortable. Just as Fu Zhiyu wanted to immerse himself in that comfort, the teacher let him go and let him open his legs.

"Teacher, can you not open it?" Fu Zhiyu tried to save his leg, moved back, and smiled.

"If you don't let it go, it will be so stiff. If you can't let it go." The teacher didn't think much, and asked Fu Zhiyu to put his legs in order to help him open his legs.

Fu Zhiyu supported the ground with his hands, spread his legs to the sides, and slowly descended.

He felt that he had reached the limit, but there was still a lot of distance from the ground. Just as he gritted his teeth and was about to continue, the teacher came to help him, pressing down on his shoulder hard.

The legs went down a lot again, only a little bit above the ground.

Fu Zhiyu never expected the pain to come so suddenly, the veins on his forehead popped up, his expression twisted, and he struggled to say a word: "Teacher, wait a minute, wait a minute."

The teacher let go of his hand: "What's the matter? Bubble? Are you going to play it by yourself? Why do I feel that you dare not do it? You were not like this before. The teacher helped you, come on, relax."

Before Fu Zhiyu could speak, she supported Fu Zhiyu's shoulder and pressed hard.

With a sound of "cracking", Fu Zhiyu felt that the whole world was quiet with the feeling of his legs being stretched apart abruptly.

A few seconds later, intense pain spread all over his body, making him dizzy before his eyes. He couldn't even hear what the teacher said clearly. He just opened his mouth slightly and wanted to scream, but he didn't even have the strength to scream.

Jiang Su on the side squinted his eyes and dared not look at it from the beginning, silently praying for Fu Zhiyu in his heart.

Seeing that Fu Zhiyu was sitting motionless on the ground, like a fish nailed to a board, he was ready to be slaughtered, so he walked over and handed him a bottle of water: "Woman, are you alright?"

Fu Zhiyu's face was pale, sweating profusely. Hearing this, he raised his head and stared blankly at Jiang Su: "Me? Ah, I'm fine, I just lost consciousness in my lower body."

"It doesn't seem to be unconscious, it should be that the pain is unconscious."

"I can't get up, Aotian, hehehe..."

He took the water, took a big sip, and let out a strange laugh, which frightened Jiang Su a lot, and quickly comforted him: "It's okay, woman, you have already done it! You are great, very good."

Fu Zhiyu pulled Jiang Su, with tears in his eyes: "Aotian, why don't you reserve a bed for me in the hospital, I'm afraid it's useless."

He got up from the ground with difficulty, his legs were trembling, unable to close together, had to spread apart, then put the weight on Jiang Su, and helped Jiang Su stand firm.

"It doesn't matter, woman, you have to believe in yourself." Jiang Su stroked Fu Zhiyu's hair, her voice full of distress.

Enduring the pain, Fu Zhiyu tried to take a step forward when his feet slipped. Before he could react, he fell down and sat down again, with his legs in a straight line.

The world is quiet again.

Fu Zhiyu pinched Jiang Su's arm tightly, raised his head and wrinkled his face, his eyes were scarlet, and tried his best to hold back the screams, looking as tragic as a chicken being strangled by life.

Jiang Suguang felt pain seeing him like this, helped Fu Zhiyu up, looked at the teacher, "Take a break, teacher."

The teacher naturally didn't dare to offend him, after all this dance room was founded by Jiang Su, so he nodded to see other people.

Jiang Su helped Fu Zhiyu aside to sit down, but as soon as he sat down, Fu Zhiyu jumped up: "It hurts."

"I'll rub it for you." Jiang Su whispered, squatting beside him, massaging his legs, trying to ease his pain.

A dozen or so girls beside him danced gracefully. Fu Zhiyu imagined the scene where he would dance later, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

He suddenly grabbed Jiang Su's hand vigorously, then pushed it away, stood up with weak legs, left only one sentence, and gritted his teeth to join the team: "If you die sooner or later, you will die."

Fu Zhiyu had never learned ballet at all, and was like a little chick spinning around in the crowd, stiff and funny, especially uncoordinated.

Jiang Su didn't even bother to look, and looked away with a suppressed smile.

"Bubble, you can't do this, you're not elegant at all." The teacher gave a demonstration, "Just stand on tiptoe."

Fu Zhiyu also wanted to stand on tiptoe, but let alone stand on tiptoe, it was difficult for him to even stand firm.

Once trying to tiptoe, the body will lean and fall.

"Pao Pao, the teacher has great expectations of you. I have signed you up for the ballet competition half a month later. The teacher believes that you will come back with the trophy." The teacher went over to pose for Fu Zhiyu in person, "Come on, like this, Follow me."

After finishing speaking, she made a movement of spreading her arms and leaning her legs back to touch her hands. The whole posture was extremely difficult.

Fu Zhiyu felt pain just looking at it, and didn't move.

"Paopao, why don't you follow along?" The teacher stopped and looked at Fu Zhiyu with some doubts.

Fu Zhiyu looked at Jiang Su and winked: What should I do?

How could he do this?It's about the same as taking off the legs and touching the hands.

The other students had already finished this action and looked at Fu Zhiyu one after another.

Under the gaze of so many eyes, Fu Zhiyu could only try to stand on tiptoe, spread his arms, and bend his legs backwards.

As a result, just when it was lifted, the whole person lost his balance and fell forward suddenly.

There were screams in disorder, and Fu Zhiyu breathed a sigh of relief before he fainted.

Going to the hospital is better than practicing dancing, and lying in a hospital bed is better than being tortured.

Even if he died and jumped from the twentieth floor, he didn't want to practice dancing anymore.

As a result, when he opened his eyes, he was still lying in Jiang Su's arms on the familiar ceiling, familiar face, and familiar classroom.

Seeing that he woke up, Jiang Su's hanging heart was relieved: "Woman, fortunately you are fine."

"Bubble, are you awake? Is there something wrong?" The teacher asked with concern.

Fu Zhiyu: "???"

He left Jiang Su's arms, got up and looked at himself in the mirror, nothing happened, nothing could be better.

Fu Zhiyu: "How long have I been in a coma?"

"One minute." The teacher said.

Fu Zhiyu: "..."

He hated himself for failing to live up to expectations, and only fainted for such a short minute.

After resting for a few minutes, Fu Zhiyu had to start dancing again.

"It should be this way, Bubble, yes, you are very perceptive, if I talk to you casually, you will be able to."

"Bubble, spread your legs and stand on your tiptoes."

"Oh, why is your support ability so poor? It wasn't like this before."

"Bubble, come, let me help you."

As soon as Fu Zhiyu said "no need", the teacher had already moved his legs that had just turned up and leaned against his neck.

Fu Zhiyu never thought that one day he would pose in such a pose.

He was ready to scream, and when he felt his leg was about to break and was about to scream, Jiang Su yelled "stop".

"It's okay, that's it for today, woman, let's go home." Jiang Su supported Fu Zhiyu, "You are beautiful today, woman."

Fu Zhiyu couldn't say a word, his body was sore, and he clung to Jiang Su's arms softly, his eyelids drooped weakly, rather than walking, it was better to say that he was supported by Jiang Su to leave.

When he got in the car, Fu Zhiyu was still a little overwhelmed. Looking at the receding scenery outside the window, he moved his legs, and he gasped in pain.

"Woman, don't be nervous, take it easy." Jiang Su comforted Fu Zhiyu by stroking Fu Zhiyu's back.

Fu Zhiyu closed his eyes and leaned on the car seat to rest.

He still has to persist in this kind of life for half a month, even if he collapses now, it's useless, after all, he will be on stage to perform in half a month.

If you don't want to perform a zombie split in place, you can only learn it seriously.

Starting today, he completely entered the dance practice life of the nightmare class.

After arriving home, Fu Zhiyu, who was exhausted, went back to the bedroom to rest, and Jiang Su went to the kitchen to cook in person.

Aunt Li came in to deliver milk to Fu Zhiyu, and smiled when she saw that Fu Zhiyu had finished drinking.

"Young Madam, I heard that you are learning to dance recently. Thank you for your hard work. This villa has regained its popularity since you came back. The young master also has more smiles on his face than before. He was a person who never smiled before. , and I don’t know how to cook, and now I’m in the kitchen for the sake of my young lady. Young lady, I really want to thank you.”

Here comes the classic plot from Mr. Ba's novels.

Fu Zhiyu's eyelids trembled, he put the empty cup aside, looked at the smiling Aunt Li, and showed a professional smirk: "I want to thank you for taking care of Aotian for so many years."

After Aunt Li left, Fu Zhiyu got out of bed. He wanted to watch Jiang Su cook, but he slipped his feet after putting on his slippers, and did an elegant split.

The leg that hadn't recovered yet was hurt again, Fu Zhiyu's face was numb from the pain: "..."

He struggled to get up from the ground, and the door was pushed open just at this moment.

Seeing Fu Zhiyu sitting on the ground, Jiang Su thought he was practicing dancing. After a moment of stunnedness, he put the millet porridge in his hand aside, squatted in front of Fu Zhiyu, picked up a bunch of his hair, and smiled charmingly: " Woman, are you seducing me?"

"I have to say, you succeeded."