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The dance classroom is located in Building B of a shopping mall near the subway station, in a very good location. Miss Pan De pressed the seventh floor, and I glanced at the sign hung inside the elevator, and found that there was only one company on the seventh floor whose name was related to dancing, called "P&S Latin Workshop"-although if you don’t bring it With this preset, I might think that it is a handmade leather goods experience store.

As soon as the elevator arrives, the first thing that catches your eye is the wide and concise reception desk outside the glass door. The white wall has metal fonts similar to gilt silver craftsmanship:

"Peter and Sunny Latin Dance Workshop"

"Started in 2013"

I turned my head and said, "So you are this ‘Sonia’? Are you the boss?"

"No, no, I only invested a small part." She waved her hand. "And we only moved here this year. The rent here is very expensive."

My eyes drifted to one side: "Yes."

She stopped: "What do you want to suggest through that look?"

I smiled and shook my head: "Let’s talk about it later. How can I introduce myself later, saying it’s your friend?"

"Hmm..." She prolonged her voice, opened the door, and then turned around, "To be honest, you don't necessarily need to introduce yourself."

I froze for a moment. Her dancing partners are all the kind of dance idiots who have nothing else in their eyes when the music is put on?

The receptionist at the front desk sat on the rotatable bar chair and turned around. It took a while to notice that someone had entered and greeted us cordially. Her eyes passed through Miss Pan De and fell on me, and her eyes quickly bloomed with the brilliance of seeing gossip.

I don't have a reason to get a hairy in my heart. Apart from anything else, the basic professionalism of the BCG group is guaranteed. How come here, Miss Pan De picks the staff’s vision, eh, unique?

Maybe it was the one Peter chose? I had the name "Peter" in my mind. She should have mentioned it to me before. Was it her dancing partner or something?

The ceiling here is very high, no more than ordinary office buildings, people walk in, as if the world suddenly becomes wider. Before we arrived in a transparent classroom, Miss Pan De pointed to the end of the corridor: "The restroom is over there. There is a door at the entrance that says "Employees Only". Food and drinks in the refrigerator, except for the name of the person. Yes, you can take it. Any other questions?"

I couldn't respond a little, but still said, "No more. Are you going to change clothes?"

"Yes." She walked two steps and came back. "I might really forget that you are here, Yao, take care of yourself, okay?"

I nodded blankly.

So what kind of place is really the same as the gathering place for dancing fans?

In the glass classroom, a white male was giving guidance. He took two students, both of whom were very young, and they seemed to have just entered high school. White people in Singapore are still rare, and almost all come from English-speaking countries. I looked at him twice more.

Is this the legendary Peter?

Dark hair, heroic face, thin physique, it feels more like a Slav-oh. "Peter" is a Russian name?

Miss Pande will be back soon. Her hair was all tied up. Unlike what I imagined, she only wore gym pants and a loose T-shirt that was too long, not the kind of attire that people would think of Latin dancers. It's just a pair of dark high-heeled shoes that are particularly eye-catching, and the sound of stepping on the floor is reflected back and forth due to the excessive height, like a declaration of kingly.

I retract the foreword. T-shirts can also be very imposing.

She came over and looked at me, seeming a little shy. Miss Pande again confirmed that I had no doubts, and added: "If you feel bored, you can leave halfway, but make sure to come back before 5 pm, can you? We will have dinner together. A friend and the two of us."

"it is good."

"Okay." She looked at me, took a slow and deep breath, knocked on the door, and pushed in.

Seeing someone coming in, Peter stopped the guidance and said something to the two students. This classroom is very large, at least 100 square meters. He stood in the center, greeted Miss Pan De with his chin, his eyes kept staring at me, and he said a long list.

Being stared at like this, I came back to my senses.

This is not Miss Pande's "boyfriend".

Miss Pan De put her bag on the chair and said something, but I couldn't understand it anyway. But they both repeated the same word, how it sounds like "Crybaby" in English. I'm a little confused, but don't reach out to hit the smiley person, I smiled at him.

He seemed to have seen something that he shouldn't have seen, with a cold face, and suddenly looked away.

Miss Pan De promptly prevented us from releasing maliciousness to each other, and dragged Peter over like a pupil: "Let me introduce it. This is Li Yao."

"I know who she is." He reached out to me with a serious expression, as if handing over explosives, "Peter. Peter Ivanovsky. Nice to meet you."

"With each other. I am Li Yao, you can call me Yao." I shook his hand. Does he hate me so obviously?

"This is Peter, my dancing partner, and my best friend." Miss Pande stood aside in a little embarrassment, "Uh, he is Russian and usually doesn't like to laugh. It's just a cultural difference... not Because I hate someone."

Don’t Russians love to laugh? I glanced at Peter again. He looked at me, but didn't dodge, only nodded almost unchecked.

Wow, it smells like KGB.

"But you just called me a crying bag, right?" I pointed to myself.

The two of them were stunned at the same time.

When Peter was about to open his mouth, I felt that his "yes" was already on the string and had to be sent. At this moment, Miss Pan De slapped him on the arm, and his whole body shivered reflexively.

The two high school students chuckled out of laughter, then covered their mouths and hid in the corner.

Peter said: "You got it wrong. That's a'Chinese girl' in Russian."

"Isn't it supposed to be'"Qidan" or something"?" I tried to pronounce the two Chinese characters "Qidan" in a Russian pronunciation that I used to say.

"Okay." Peter said before Miss Pande had a chance to interrupt. "That was the nickname we gave you a long time ago. We didn't know your name at the time. I'm sorry. I will call you Yao in the future."

"Okay." At least the look in his eyes when he apologized was sincere. I prolonged my voice and turned to Miss Pande abruptly: "Sonia?"

The person whose name was called laughed very naturally, showing eight teeth, very business, very hypocritical. Miss Pan De smiled and said, "How about we talk about this topic another day? Don't you want to watch me dance?"

I moved my eyebrows and looked at her without speaking.

Peter suddenly smiled. He has that kind of oriental smile, even a little bit shy, completely different from the impression he had just established. He cleared his throat and said, "You are very good. You are welcome to come and play here, Yao, eat in the staff lounge."

"Oh." I didn't expect that he would suddenly okay, nodded, and said, "Thank you."

I sat down by the chair where Miss Pande put things. Peter greeted the students, and then turned to the mirror with Miss Pan De. At this time, the speaker turned on and the prelude was familiar. After a few seconds, I reacted and suddenly raised my head: Isn't this "StairwayToHeaven"? Lao Bai’s favorite song of the airship band.

Can Latin dance this?

The four dancers just shook their bodies from side to side following a slightly sad prelude. Obviously, she didn't do anything, but Miss Pan De's expression was completely different from just now. There was unspeakable concentration in her eyes, staring at herself in the mirror closely, occasionally pressing her shoulders with her hands, as if correcting the balance of her body.

Peter is in the same state as her, except that the movements are larger, and occasionally you can see the rhythm of the waist from left to right. The two of his students basically seem to be jumping diligently-I really can't think of other descriptions, the whole scene is unspeakable, this song is very slow, it is difficult to imagine someone can jump up to this rhythm in a waking state.

Someone entered the classroom. I turned to see that it was the front desk. When she saw me looking over, she laughed naturally, as if we had known each other for a long time. But basically only foreigners can smile like this, that kind of very cheerful smile with waves and sunshine—I'm pretty sure I haven't seen her before.

The front desk handed me a bottle of mineral water and sat down next to me. At this time I realized that she might not be a receptionist, and only heard her say: "This is Sonia's playlist. Her warm-up repertoire is always very fixed and only changes once a year. Interesting, isn't it? Change almost every week."

"Well, I have never touched dance. But the tunes are really special. Zeppelin’s songs are not fast. I never thought anyone could dance with their songs." I followed her conversation, turning my head slightly. "Does the warm-up song have an arrangement?"

"Oh, no, no, it just warms up the body literally." She waved her hand. "You can move it anyway, mainly to promote the production of sufficient synovial fluid and prevent injuries-synovial fluid is the lubricating fluid in the joints. They usually live in the synovial tissue-do you eat trotters? The white things near the joints of the trotters also contain it. Synovial tissue is a type of connective tissue."

I was completely stunned and laughed blankly: "You are so funny!"

"Thank you!" She smiled again, "Oh, it's time to change the tune. Guess the next one? Hint, it's from the Queens, um...should be counted as the top ten of Sonya's "Personal Golden Songs"?"

How to guess this? I don’t even know what songs Miss Pan De usually listens to. At this moment, I am surprised at her old pop music aesthetic—the old school—hesitating for a long time, but I see that Miss Pan De is no longer just as simple as just now. Shaking, but jumping up on tiptoe: a bit like a Gothic fan who hears the band play his favorite song in LiveHouse, but still tries to stay calm.

I looked at her high heels.

It's amazing, but I must have fallen.

Miss Pan De just moved naturally with the music, and she seemed to enjoy herself, which was slightly different from her self-calibrated focus just now. I just feel that she is gradually moving away from me, but closer to the music, as if through the medium that is constantly being lost in transmission, she can easily cross time and space and dance with the rhythm.

""TheShowMustGoOn". It's kind of unexpected." I said unconsciously, "I thought she didn't listen to such commercial songs."

"Friendly reminder," she looked mysterious, "don't say it in front of her."

I laughed and stretched out my hand: "Thank you. I'm Yao—"

"I know. Li Yao. It's been a long time since I heard your name, and I'm glad to finally see you." She held my hand, "I am Kexin, Weng Kexin. Sonia is my instructor ."