When we rehearsed the next day, Chen Meng came in early, but she didn't say anything since the morning show. When the director pointed out what was wrong with her, she just nodded in reply.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that she was not in a good state and knew the reason, so naturally no one tried to get close to her.

After disbanding at noon, Chen Meng stopped Zhao Yiran at the door of the hall.

She had a premonition that Chen Meng would look for her, because she always made eye contact with the girl during rehearsals, and her eyes clearly meant that she wanted to talk to her.

"It's okay, just follow the rehearsal later. Teacher Zhong always treats things differently." Facing the girl who hesitated to speak, Zhao Yiran first comforted her.

Although she couldn't understand why Chen Meng played some childish word games yesterday and wanted to use her as a backer. But from the perspective of a simple girl, she could understand her actions. Young girls can't help but feel more pressure.

Looking at her current spirit that has completely lost its previous vitality, how can she dare to say that Zhong Juan has always put "learning to dance before learning to be a human being" as the first priority. She attaches great importance to a dancer's mind.

After Chen Meng's mistake yesterday, it is probably difficult for Zhong Juan to expect much from her.

"Sister Ranran, I don't know what kind of format you used before, but...do you really agree with this arrangement?"

The woman opposite was confused. She didn't expect Chen Meng to be so stubborn. She is still thinking about the dance choreography.

Seizing the opportunity when Zhao Yiran didn't answer, the girl continued to type, "Before, our group was very humane. If you raise any questions and everyone agrees, they will be corrected immediately. The results are also very good."

"Is it because I was transferred from another local dance company? The directors and teachers don't pay much attention to my suggestions. So, I want to see if you can give them some advice, all for the sake of making the work more perfect.

Right?"

"I think you have misunderstood something. Director Chen and Director Geng have been directors for more than ten years, let alone Teacher Zhong. How could they not take you seriously just because you are a humble person?"

Zhao Yiran has always had a good temper, and had a good impression of Chen Meng at first, but what she said just now made her so angry that it was difficult to understand why she said this.

Because she is a newcomer, neither her nor her suggestions are taken seriously. If she says this, the teachers and students will laugh to the point of laughter.

"Hmm... Then Sister Yiran, what do you think? The two of us haven't had a good exchange before. Teachers and directors are part of the creation process, but shouldn't we also pay more attention to trying to figure out the audience's thoughts?" said

Then, the girl raised her pretty eyebrows and waited for her reply.

At this moment, Zhao Yiran felt that although this beautiful face had not changed, it had become more calculated, and the people who saw it were filled with anger. "I don't know how to guess the audience's thoughts. I only know that as a

A professional dancer should listen to the choreographer and listen to the director."

Chen Meng came to the Chinese Theater as an intern from another art troupe. Logically speaking, she should have excellent qualities in all aspects, but recent events have made Zhao Yiran wonder where her professional quality is as a dancer. "This is to say

The works that will be featured in the Spring Festival Gala are not your art troupe's play-acting."

Zhao Yiran thinks she is very defensive. It doesn't matter if she says she has poor skills, lacks softness or strength, but she won't listen if she says the teacher is bad or the director is bad.

"It's just because it's the Spring Festival Gala," Chen Meng didn't expect that a few words would anger the gentle Zhao Yiran, and his defensive words were cut off before he could finish speaking.

"Teacher Zhong has been teaching for longer than you. What skills has she never seen before? What plays has she never choreographed? Your job is just to dance your part well without losing your position!"

Zhao Yiran had been trying hard to resolve the anger in his heart. Hearing what she wanted to argue, his voice could not help but raise a few degrees. The girl who was called out now looked embarrassed and stared at him pitifully.

She rarely gets angry usually, let alone facing colleagues who are younger than her in the workplace. Now that time has stopped there, she regrets for a moment that she could not control herself.

"What's going on? I've been waiting for you for a long time." A deep and deep voice came from behind, but this familiar voice should not appear here.

Confused, he turned around and looked over. Although the man was wearing a simple combination of upper and lower clothes, he still couldn't hide his proud and strong figure as an athlete. He was slowly swaying towards this side.

Zhao Yiran was of course so shocked by his appearance here that he even walked to her side, and she kept turning her eyes to stare at her.

"Didn't I tell you to come out early? I'm still waiting over there." The man's tone was not harsh at all, and the blaming words were made sweet by the smile in his eyes.

By the way, I took off the tote bag that was slung on the woman's left shoulder and carried it with one hand. The movement was so smooth and natural.

After that, Dong Fang stopped speaking and stared at her obediently, as if waiting for her to say goodbye to her colleagues.

Chen Meng, who was standing opposite, was also stunned by the sudden appearance of a man in his sight. He had rarely had the opportunity to come into contact with a man like Dong Fang before, and his greenness as a boy had faded away, but there was still sunshine in his stability. He was from the university.

Boys can't compare.

She just watched the man coming from a distance. The atmosphere seemed a bit bohemian, with just the right mix of righteousness and evil. In addition, his action of helping Zhao Yiran carry the bag just now, the tattoos on his arms were completely reflected in front of her eyes, making him

His aura only increases rather than decreases.

This kind of behavior would only make her mistakenly think that he was Zhao Yiran's boyfriend or an admirer who was pursuing her, and for a moment she lost her voice and stared at him.

Being disturbed by him like this, Zhao Yiran's thoughts also flew away. She has been out of state recently.

"Cherish this opportunity if you get it. If you have any questions in the future, you are welcome to ask them at any time, and so do I." At this moment, the woman's voice returned to a soft voice.

The next moment, the man next to her gently hooked her shoulder and turned away together.

Chen Meng was left standing there alone, looking at the backs of the two people. One was graceful and slender, the other was tall and strong. Anyone who looked at them would say they were a perfect couple.

So she seems to be enviable in every aspect.

Zhao Yiran was led down several steps by him, and his eyes fell back on his profile again.

It had to be said that Dong Fang came at the right time. She didn't know how to end the conversation just now. As soon as he appeared, the awkward atmosphere disappeared.

Sensing the woman's gaze, Dong Fang realized something. He thought to himself that she might have felt that his actions were abrupt, so he slowly put down his arm that was lightly placed on her shoulders, and said as shamelessly as usual, "I want to see the car."

Take your time and watch."

Zhao Yiran ignored him and asked, "How did you get in?"

The theater's access control was always very strict. Outsiders could not enter without an access control card, let alone a car. But she saw the familiar black big G in the parking space not far ahead in the direction she was walking.

Besides, this is his first time here.

Who would have thought that the man would still have a playful smile on his face, without saying, "I am so familiar with this area."

Zhao Yiran stopped and stared at him, as if he was getting more energetic.

The person who had already taken a big step had no choice but to step back when she saw this, her right hand still holding the bag did not move, her left arm gently held her shoulder, and her palm was slightly bent, very politely: "Ancestor, stop making trouble, you are almost gone."

It’s time to catch up.”

The woman was just pushed towards the car by him, and she could still feel the faint heat radiating from his strong arms through her clothes. She muttered that he often set time in the club.

Returning late, why do you have such a strong sense of time today?

The man lowered his head suddenly, "I didn't come out earlier if I knew I would pick you up." He happened to be here early today. As soon as Zhao Yiran left the hall, she saw her being stopped by her colleagues. She thought she was just chatting and didn't come forward. He heard the voice behind her.

No, just go over and fish her out.

"On purpose." Seeing the man's expression of complaining but not daring to complain, the woman became interested and responded to him with an arrogant look.

Seeing Zhao Yiran becoming more and more presumptuous every time, Dong Fang was extremely happy, and the smile in the corners of his eyes became more obvious. He couldn't cope with the cold attitude of a woman who kept a distance of eighty thousand miles from him.

He opened the passenger door and waited for her to sit in. Finally, he controlled the force and flicked the woman's head lightly, "You little naughty girl."

Without wasting any more time, Dong Fang put her tote bag in the back seat, started the engine and left. Slowly driving to the gate, the access control lever was raised manually.

The driver's window rolled down and said, "Let's go, let go?" The security guard at the door also showed his head from the booth.

"Let's go, uncle, I'll bring you a fur coat later." The man next to him was chatting enthusiastically, as if he was a regular visitor here.

"What is Mao Jie'er?" The car slowly drove out of the theater, turned right onto the straight road, and the car windows were raised to block out the outside world before the woman spoke.

"Haven't I taught you before? Guazi."

Zhao Yiran grew up in Yichen and didn’t know much about the hometown dialect in the Northeast. Some of the dialect was told to her by Dong Fang a few years ago.

"How come you can talk so well to anyone?" She was really envious of the fact that she could get to know this man so well at the first meeting, from a kindergarten kid of a few years old to an old man at the door.

"That person at the door just now was my third uncle." Dong Fang spoke vividly, as if that matter really happened. "No way, didn't I tell you?"

How could Zhao Yiran not know whether this was true or not? He glared at him fiercely, "You are so boring, Dong Fang!" After saying that, he turned away and ignored him.

A man just can't control himself, and he can't help but talk nonsense as soon as the relationship eases a little. Now he is really afraid that she will ignore him again, so he straightens his expression and explains to her, "That's wrong, that's wrong, I don't have so many uncles. That's it."

Ordinary fellow countryman, I just waited for you to chat with him when you were bored."

If a woman ignores him, it doesn't matter how many of his uncles are interested in her.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Dong Fang really hated his arrogance. He was used to quarreling with his teammates and friends, so it wasn't so easy to control his nature all of a sudden.

"Give me a bottle of water." The woman who had just turned on her phone raised her head and was stunned. The man tilted his head and gestured to the storage slot of the car door next to her.

What a beautiful thought.

"Don't twist it." It was a simple word with no tone. Then he lowered his head and picked up his cell phone.

In her opinion, this topic was too deliberately chosen and she was not going to take any interest in it.

Dong Fang looked at the people next to him who were still looking at their phones indifferently, without even raising their heads, and continued to strike up a conversation.

"I just ate too many melon seeds and I'm thirsty."

"Yeah." The woman still made no move.

Yes, he asked for it all.

At least for now, he had to be a competent driver and drove forward to the traffic intersection. The traffic light happened to turn red. Dong Fang slowly stepped on the brakes and the big G slowly stopped at the end line.

Pull on the handbrake.

Then he supported the center console with his right arm, leaned over slightly, and left his left arm in the air to reach for the mineral water bottle in the door slot on the side of the car. In the end, he kept his distance and did not make any physical contact with the woman.

If he was not in a hurry, he would definitely be miserable if he ended up being a gangster.

Zhao Yiran, who didn't notice the movement at first, was still busy scrolling through his phone, until a black and strong arm appeared inexplicably in his sight, and he easily took the water from in front of him before he could react.

At that time, the strong hormonal scent of the man, mixed with the faint scent of cold wood, floated past the tip of her nose, bringing with it a venomous heat wave, which paralyzed her brain, and she unconsciously held her breath without daring to breathe.

When he retracted his movement, he saw that she was still looking at him in confusion. He couldn't hold it back for a moment, and raised his free right hand and gently pinched the woman's face. "Why are you so incapable of hurting others, huh?"

I remember that when the two first met, Dong Fang pinched her cheek and teased her when the gang was playing around. But now, he has to go through the consequences of any action three times in his mind. It is really uncomfortable for him to bear it.

With a gentle pinch, Zhao Yiran immediately woke up. He pretended to be calm and raised his small hand to hit the back of his hand that he was about to take back, glaring at him fiercely.
Chapter completed!