Looking back and smiling

Chapter 18: Learning to Dance the Sword

"Woman dancing sword?" Yang Zhou asked. "Just soft."

In Yang Zhou's mind, dancing swords is to be soft, because Yang Nisha's girl has been saying to be soft, soft, and if she is not soft, she will break her bones in the dance. Although that girl did not put it into action, Yang Nisha The state has been ingrained in that soft word.

"So you've been imitating Sister Mingxiang?"

Yang Zhou thought for a while and nodded. From the very beginning, he was imitating Chen Mingxiang's sword dancing movements.

"The movements can be imitated, but your flexibility is not as good as hers, and you will be very stiff just by imitating." An Ziyu took the meter stick in his hand and performed a few simple movements, which were taught by Chen Mingxiang to Yang Zhou's actions, he had seen them once, and he had already memorized them all.

An Ziyu's movements are not as soft as Chen Mingxiang's, nor is she dancing with zombies like Yang Zhou's.The movements are still those few movements, but the momentum has completely changed.His long hair fluttered with the meter stick in his hand, his face under the lamp was as calm as water, his eyes were piercing with a frightening chill.

After dancing a sword flower casually, An Ziyu turned her head and said to Yang Zhou: "Remember, women are not necessarily soft. And what you hold is a sword, not an embroidery needle in the boudoir."

The few times I saw An Ziyu dancing casually just now, it was much better than what I learned by myself.Yangzhou couldn't help sighing, the gap, that evildoer was really born in the wrong age, in ancient times he was definitely the master of the oiran, although he is a man, but what does it matter!Listening to An Ziyu's words, Yang Zhou seemed to understand something.

He knew that An Ziyu had been playing opera since elementary school, and he was from a family of Shaoxing opera. These are his strengths. Unlike himself, the songs he sang were even more terrifying than Black Sunday.

"Sometimes you are a genius, and sometimes you are a fool." An Ziyu stabbed Yangzhou with a meter stick. "Take out your brain for thinking about advanced mathematical mechanics, and think about it."

Yangzhou avoids An Ziyu to poke his own meter stick. He really wants to say that you should also use your opera brain to finish drawing the projective geometry, but he just thinks, but he dare not say it. Now is the time to ask for help, so he has to bow his head. .

"Stupid." An Ziyu said in a deep voice. "Dancing with the sword is not like dancing. It doesn't have to be the wind returning to the snow. It can also be Yi shooting the nine suns and the dragon flying."

"I seem to understand." After Yang Zhou said two words, he found that An Ziyu was about to stab himself with a meter stick, so he said quickly. "I see."

"Just understand." An Ziyu smiled, and with that sweet smile, Yangzhou was always relieved, he probably wouldn't stab himself with the meter stick.

An Ziyu saw that Yangzhou suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the meter stick and wanted to stab him, Yangzhou quickly took a step back, and pressed against the bedroom door.An Ziyu hooked his fingers at Yangzhou, Yangzhou was a little tangled, he wouldn't stab himself again as soon as he got close to him.

"Come here." An Ziyu said impatiently.

"Why?" Yang Zhou didn't go over, staring at An Ziyu with those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"I won't tease you, an otaku." An Ziyu said. "He is not tall and has a bad temper."

Yang Zhou was obviously shocked by the sentence that he was not tall, and his staring peach blossom eyes turned into supercilious eyes.

"Let me tell you, I do have a sweetheart." Yang Zhou said, he especially re-read the words "sweetheart", he wanted to prove that he was not tall but had a sweetheart.

"Who?" An Ziyu didn't believe it.

"She fell asleep in my room." Yangzhou said triumphantly. "I bought the S-208 pair of housemaid maid robots."

An Ziyu was speechless for a moment. For an otaku who only has games in his life, asking his sweetheart is a very idiotic question.But Yangzhou is fine, games only take up one-third of his life, and the rest is dubbing and studying.That kid wanted to study at MIT, and he was almost in a daze!

An Ziyu said, "That's Gundam."

"Uh..." Yang Zhou narrowed his eyes. "Is it a bad joke?"

"What do you think?" An Ziyu asked back.

"It's quite cold." Yangzhou said lightly. "There are hundreds of thousands of them."

"You can stand there." An Ziyu said slowly. "Look carefully."

As soon as the words fell, An Ziyu danced with the meter stick in his hand, humming the tune of the sword dance.

The meter stick became light in An Ziyu's hands, and when he raised his hand lightly, a simple sword flower danced out, with streamers under the lamp, it was really a sword dance that moved the world.

Without the gentleness of Chen Mingxiang's sword dance, he danced with each move, "Come like thunder, stop wrath, stop like rivers and seas condense into clear light".

Yangzhou watched An Ziyu's sword dance, and he understood it completely.His cosplayer is the Gongsun family, and the founder of the Gongsun family is Aunt Gongsun.When Zhang Xu saw Aunt Gongsun dancing sword, he became enlightened, and his cursive script was smooth and flowing.

The sword danced by Gongsun Da Niang is not just soft.

An Ziyu finished dancing with the sword and handed the meter stick to Yangzhou.Although Yang Zhou understood, he danced with the meter stick and suddenly became like the zombies in Plants vs. Zombies.

"You..." An Ziyu only felt that rotten wood was impossible to carve.

Yangzhou bulged his cheeks, and looked at An Ziyu pitifully.

"Hey..." An Ziyu sighed helplessly. "If you don't know how to teach me hand in hand, I can really let Sister Nisha break your bones."

An Ziyu stood behind Yang Zhou, stretched out his arms as if to embrace Yang Zhou from behind, and held Yang Zhou's wrists with both hands.Resting his head on Yangzhou's shoulder, he said softly, "Let's start."

An Ziyu's breath was in Yangzhou's ear, and Yangzhou suddenly felt his heart beating a little faster for some reason.

He turned his head slightly, that extremely beautiful face was right in front of his eyes, and he could clearly see An Ziyu's eyelashes.He found that An Ziyu's eyelashes were very long, and his skin was also very good, like cream.

"What are you looking at?" An Ziyu asked with a smile when he noticed that Yang Zhou was looking at him.

It's fine if he doesn't smile, but Yangzhou's heart beats faster when he smiles.That smile is really alluring, if only beauty is used, it cannot be described at all.

"It's nothing." Yang Zhou hurriedly turned his head, his ears were already red. "I was just thinking about how to dance well." He deliberately spoke loudly to cover up his panic.

Yangzhou likes anime and games, and there are a lot of danmei in it. He knows that Longyang has broken sleeves, and he doesn't dislike it.But he knew that he and An Ziyu grew up together, and they both wore crotch pants. He didn't like An Ziyu between lovers, but just faintly nervous because of his beauty.

"I know you are shocked by my beauty." An Ziyu couldn't help feeling sentimental. "Is beauty also a sin?"

"Oh." It was rare for Yang Zhou not to refute, he moved his arms and asked. "How to dance?"

Yangzhou didn't sing with him, and An Ziyu couldn't be narcissistic by himself. After all, there was no audience, so talking to himself would make him look like a scumbag.

"That's it... That's it, raise your hand up..."

An Ziyu hummed the song about the sword dance, and earnestly taught Yang Zhou how to dance the sword.

Yangzhou danced until the early hours of the morning, sleeping on the bed was still full of the tune that An Ziyu was humming.However, the facts proved that An Ziyu didn't teach Baijiao, and Yangzhou's progress was obvious.

Yang Nisha opened her eyes wide, looked at Yang Zhou who was dancing the sword in disbelief, and said, "Gentleness with strength, every move and every move, the sword is awe-inspiring, did you run into a ghost last night?"

Yang Zhou put away the long sword in his hand, rolled his eyes at Yang Nisha and said, "You've just wandered into a ghost." He rolled his eyes left and right, pretending to be indifferent and said. "Xiao Yuyu taught me last night."

After Yang Zhou finished speaking, he saw everyone staring at him with unfathomable smiles.

"I said that I have been teaching for so long without any results. It turns out that I have lost the power of love." Chen Mingxiang seemed very shocked. She finally knew the sadness of making a wedding dress for others, just like her own daughter finally ran into someone else's arms middle.

Yang Nisha knew that there were too many courses in her sophomore year, so she didn't want to bother An Ziyu, so she asked Chen Mingxiang to teach Yangzhou sword dance, but... the final result was not bad, at least Yangzhou danced in a decent way, no longer It's zombies dancing.

The rehearsal went well, and Yang Nisha was very satisfied, so today's rehearsal ended early.Yangzhou bought a cup of Shuangpi Nai and a cup of milk tea at the school gate. He likes Shuangpi Nai, and An Ziyu likes to drink taro-flavored milk tea.Holding the milk tea double skin milk, he opened the bedroom door and was stunned...

It was still the familiar dormitory, except that the other person living in the dormitory was wearing a costume, his long hair was casually tied up with a red string, and he didn't have any makeup on.He pointed to the orchid, and sang softly: "Study in the Central Plains, Heel Wireless, Xue Chuangying's case for 20 years, it is difficult to be a human machine, and the time is good, and the man's wish is not fulfilled. Zhang Junrui went to Chang'an for a test, and stayed in the famous temple to save the hospital. The pagoda and the Buddhist hall pay homage over and over, but why are the shadows fluttering and the bells and drums ringing..."

After Yang Zhou entered the dormitory, he closed the door lightly, turned around and saw that An Ziyu was no longer singing, and looked at him with a smile.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were practicing, did I disturb you?" Yang Zhou hurriedly slipped aside, he knew that An Ziyu's practice was a serious business, as if he heard him say that there was a National Day performance during the summer vacation. Maybe it was preparing for the National Day performance.

"No, I've been singing for a whole day. Did you buy the milk tea for me?" Although he was asking, An Ziyu had already taken the milk tea from Yang Zhou. Judging from the color of the milk tea, it probably tasted like taro. Zhou usually only eats double-skin milk, and only drinks plain milk tea, which means that the cup of milk tea in his hand is bought for himself.

"En. Thank you." Yangzhou also picked up the Shuangpi Nai, took a mouthful, and looked satisfied - it still tastes the same, it's delicious!

An Ziyu drank milk tea and asked, "How are you today? Sister Nisha didn't break your bones, did she?"

"It's safe today." Yang Zhou said with a smile. "By the way, I'll help you with the projective geometry homework later, you can practice by yourself." Yangzhou put down the double skin milk in his hands, and found the projective geometry homework on An Ziyu's desk with familiarity.

An Ziyu stared at Yang Zhou as he unfolded the drawings, took out his own drawing tools, and gradually changed the horrible geometric figures he had drawn to make it look like that.

"You should come when the time comes." An Ziyu said suddenly.

"Ah?" Yang Zhou was seriously drawing a picture, but was confused by An Ziyu's nonsensical words. "When? Where?"

An Ziyu raised his forehead, "National Day, Romance of the West Chamber."

"What's wrong with The West Chamber?" Yangzhou was still at a loss. The West Chamber is the story of Cui Xiangguo's daughter and a scholar. Why did he mention this?

"National Day performance." An Ziyu kindly reminded.

"I know! It's National Day... ah... you're playing The Story of the West Chamber!" Only then did Yangzhou come to his senses.

An Ziyu continued to support the forehead. It is estimated that Yangzhou only knew that he had a Yue opera performance on National Day, but he didn't know what it was performing.

"Okay, I will definitely come, you will give me the ticket." Yangzhou cried poorly. "You know, I'm poor."

"Which time did you come to my play and I didn't give you a ticket!" An Ziyu always felt that Yang Zhou was the reincarnation of Grandet, a miser.Every time I buy him a week's worth of meals, I can only exchange him for a cup of milk tea. Obviously, that kid's monthly allowance is N times that of his own. After all, he is also the son of the chairman of the Yuxing Group!

"That's good, your ticket costs several hundred, that's my living expenses for a semester." Yang Zhou was still crying poorly.

Hearing Yangzhou cry about being poor, An Ziyu wanted to complain, of course you only spent a few hundred yuan for a semester, because I bought half of your meals for you.

After the tickets were settled, Yangzhou continued to draw pictures contentedly, and while he was drawing, he turned his head and saw that An Ziyu was not practicing, but was sitting on the sidelines looking at him, as if hesitating to speak.

"What's the matter with you? Pretending to be shy?" Yang Zhou asked with a smile, this bastard An Ziyu actually had such an expression.

"That..." An Ziyu thought for a while. "It's time to call the dead face all the way."

"No problem. If you offer the tickets, I believe Shen Shen is very willing to come." Yang Zhou was only concerned about the tickets.

"Okay then, you can call him when the time comes." An Ziyu straightened her sleeves, and when she was about to sing, someone pulled her sleeves.

Yang Zhou pulled An Ziyu's sleeve, looked up at him, and asked, "Why me? Why don't you call him yourself?"

"Hey..." An Ziyu sighed and said quietly. "If I had told him personally, he would have said something like, 'Are you singing? Well, I'll just listen to it with mercy', and before I could say anything, he would hang up the phone very smartly. .”

Yangzhou, An Ziyu and Hengshen have a very good relationship. Yangzhou and An Ziyu are best friends, Yangzhou and Hengshen are close friends, but Hengshen and An Ziyu are very entangled.

The two of them pinched each other on YY, but in real life, the two of them pinched even harder.

In terms of giving people the feeling, it looks like a happy enemy no matter how you look at it.Although Yangzhou and An Ziyu also pinched, it was because those two often committed crimes. Even if they were committing crimes, they did not reach the level of pinching as soon as they met.

Yangzhou shrugged helplessly, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll help you."

"As expected, Zhou Zhou is the cutest..." An Ziyu hugged Yang Zhou and rubbed against her.

Yang Zhou was hugged so tightly that he couldn't breathe, his hands were clutching in the air, and he said with a flushed face, "You...you take it easy...I can't breathe...No one will give you a hug... ...notified...notified..."

An Ziyu quickly let go of Yang Zhou, Yang Zhou panted heavily, and sighed—finally he could breathe fresh air again.

An Ziyu apologized, and patted Yang Zhou's shoulder, "Please." As he said that, An Ziyu smiled. "I must show him my strength! Hehehe..." In an instant, behind An Ziyu was a little devil flapping its wings desperately and holding a fork.

"Uh..." Yang Zhou felt that he should continue to draw pictures.

The author has something to say: I always feel that this chapter is connecting the imperial concubine and An Meiren~~ But both of them have their own CP, Xiaoer 囧~~ This plot is not usually slow~~~~ But the next chapter , Daddy will come out~~