"I'm telling you, those guys in the other three classes are going crazy with jealousy!"
On the way back to the dormitory after class, Zi Wen beamed with excitement and showed off to Ning Meng and Zhu Xiaoxi: "It is said that in their three small classes, you know, the professor danced very well, and he was caught off guard and not one of the classes was fully enrolled. Now it's all
They are begging me to send a video, and they don’t know about letters of recommendation yet.”
"Then you see, it's not like I brought a little lucky star with me today, the professor probably thinks Xiao Qi is Xu Mo'er and feels pain."
After changing into casual clothes, Zhu Xiaoxi took the credit and put on a set of clothes. She naturally attributed Professor Weng's gentleness and thoughtfulness today to Xiao Mengxin's appearance.
"Haha, do I look similar to Xu Mo'er? I don't think so at all..."
Mo Ruanqi smiled and hugged the autograph given to her by Weng Huaijing. She followed Zhu Xiaoxi with a happy look on her face: "I always feel like the seniors are lying to me. Professor Weng is obviously very nice and not mean at all."
"Eh... that's right, Xiaoqi is a typical southern girl..."
Zhu Xiaoxi turned back and looked Mo Ruanqi up and down carefully. She was puzzled and asked Xiang Ziwen: "Wenwen, tell me, what is our professor doing today?"
"Is it... because last week the sales volume of the original version of "Words Are Not Expressive" surpassed that of "Undercurrent", and at the last moment it became the number one single on the Supreme Golden Songs Chart in the second week of October?"
Frowning attractively, Zi Wen speculated: "After all, many professional music critics on Whispers praised the professor's operatic performance as the best live performance in 2019."
"The opponent is just a Cantonese song. The audience is too narrow, so it's hard to win..."
Deliberately controlling her facial expression, Ning Meng denied it coldly: "Besides, Professor, she never cares about these false claims. The studio's Whisper account has been released, and tens of millions have been donated away."
"Ning Meng, this iceberg beauty is full of flavor, not bad, keep it up..."
After Zhu Xiaoxi teased Ning Meng, she rolled her eyes and glanced at the bulletin board between the teaching buildings. She suddenly smiled mysteriously: "I thought of something else..."
Zi Wen pinched the soft flesh on Zhu Xiaoxi's waist and said, "Speak quickly! Don't show off!"
"Well, isn't it already mid-October? The public notice period for the professional title evaluation of our school's professional academic committee is almost over. Professors have been designated to be promoted to senior professional titles. Thinking about it...it's a bit of a pity. School girls, go
I can’t hear that classic quote anymore…”
Stopping and pointing to the bulletin board, Zhu Xiaoxi pretended to be cool and imitated Weng Huaijing's tone: "Please call me Associate Professor Weng."
"Actually, she doesn't care about this either. False fame is worse than real benefits. The publicity period will end next Tuesday..."
Zi Wen squinted her eyes and glanced at the bulletin board several times. She continued seriously: "But the professor deserves a high professional title. She should be the youngest full professor in all dance schools."
"Senior, I saw my roommates, let's go show off with them..."
After waving hello to the young girls passing by the cultural teaching building, Mo Ruanqi bowed politely and said goodbye to Zhu Xiaoxi, Ning Meng and Zi Wen: "I'm leaving now. Thank you, seniors.
take care of."
"Tell me, is it possible..."
After Xiao Mengxin walked away, Ning Meng lowered her voice and told her two best friends her guess: "Is the professor in love?"
"It's impossible...Who is she in love with? Teacher Yan Qing?"
Zi Wen said categorically: "This is simply impossible!"
“Although it’s sweet to drink Qingyan CP, in fact I also know...”
Zhu Xiaoxi took out her mobile phone, activated the screen and showed it in front of Ning Meng. After that, she sighed sadly: "Oh, our professor is going to marry a ballerina from classical art. Her English name is Lina."
Since this Italian word.”
Zhu Xiaoxi is the most staunch member of the CP cult in the ballet performance class 1703. Her screensaver wallpaper was first a high-definition screenshot of Soleixing kissing Li Na in the snow, and later it was changed to Lu Yue in a suit and leather shoes holding a white
The scene where the figurative figure of yarn presses the Bible and swears an oath has recently been replaced by a still of Professor Weng dressed as a cute girl and Yan Qing interacting in a skit.
"Xiaoxi, did you download all these high-definition wallpapers from the Close to Nature chapter?"
"Yes, the wallpapers leaked there are of the highest definition. It is said that several major food producers there are insiders of the program team..."
Zhu Xiaoxi took it for granted, and she even couldn't help but tell her two best friends again: "Our CP Super Talkers are all talented people, and they speak well. I like it there very much."
Contrary to Zhu Xiaoxi's information, Ning Meng, who was originally the most interested in Yan Qing, took out her mobile phone from her jeans. She muttered with a complicated expression: "Then let me pay attention to one of them too!"
"Ha? Nani..."
Zhu Xiaoxi stared at Ning Meng in disbelief. She opened Whisper and searched for Close to Nature. Then she went straight to the pages of several major grain producers and downloaded more than a dozen high-definition wallpapers.
"Ning Meng, you don't really think that the friend the professor mentioned is Teacher Yan Qing..."
Embarrassed by the joke, Zhu Xiaoxi explained apologetically: "Actually, I was just talking nonsense."
"Do you know why I think the professor might be in a relationship?"
Ning Meng mysteriously pulled the two girls toward the dormitory. She tried her best to restrain her speaking volume.
Zhu Xiaoxi lowered his voice: "I don't know..."
Zi Wen switched to Cantonese: "I don't know..."
"Didn't the professor leave his handbag to me for safekeeping today..."
After confirming that no one was passing by, Ning Mengcai continued in an almost inaudible voice: "The zipper was not tightened at that time, and her mobile phone was exposed. As soon as the screen lit up, I glanced at it."
"You are so brave! Tell me what you saw!"
Zhu Xiaoxi excitedly squeezed in front of Ning Meng, her almond-shaped eyes widened as she waited to break the news, while Zi Wen couldn't help but look gossipy.
"The professor's mobile phone wallpaper is the same as yours Xiaoxi..."
Ning Meng shook her phone screen proudly: "Of course I do now too!"
"What? Are you sure?" Zhu Xiaoxi covered her mouth because she was afraid that she would not be able to help screaming.
"Say it again, I don't believe it!"
Ziwen, who was not thinking what she was saying, was already rummaging through her phone in her bag while she was talking. It seemed like she was going to create a wallpaper of the same style on Whispering: "Which account has the most complete ones."
"Really, I just saw someone in our super chat saying that this picture is specially provided, and there is a small Qingqing watermark on it..."
In the blink of an eye, she changed her words to "We are super talking". Ning Meng didn't feel it was awkward at all. She seriously showed Zi Wen the wallpaper that she and Zhu Xiaoxi were using.
…
Wearing a floral fluffy princess dress with small leather shoes, a ponytail and airy bangs, wearing white gauze gloves and a small crown, Weng Huaijing had a shy and expectant expression on her face, and her actions of gently biting her lips and wringing her hands looked particularly coy.
And cute, Yan Qingzheng stretched out his hand to hold the hem of Professor Weng's dress, the ambiguous eyes of the two were tightly intertwined, and with the subtitle: (Am I the material to be your girlfriend), it is so sweet, no doubt
This is an excellent CP food.
…
I wish Xiaoxi’s eyes are full of happy little stars: “Professor takes his own cp? This is too sweet.”
He was always vigilant when he stepped into the door of the dormitory building. Ning Meng warned Zhu Xiaoxi uneasily: "Keep it secret. Keep your voice down. I didn't say anything when junior sister Mo was here."
"Do you think Teacher Yan Qing knows..."
While climbing the stairs, Zi Wen changed the wallpaper and worried nervously: "Would he not like our professor?"
Ning Meng rolled his eyes: "Who wouldn't like her?"
"Yes, if I were Teacher Yan Qing..."
Zhu Xiaoxi repeatedly echoed: "If you spend time with the professor day and night, you will definitely fall in love with her."
Zi Wen also smiled: "That makes sense, I'm committed to this pair of CPs."
Pushing open the dormitory door, Zhu Xiaoxi looked satisfied: "Hiccup, it's so sweet that I feel full."
After Ziwen put down her bag, she immediately began to massage the hero's back: "Ning Meng, you have made great achievements again."
Ning Meng waved his hand to refuse with the air of a general, and did not take any credit: "Get ready for dinner, be sure to keep it a secret."
Zhu Xiaoxi continued to be happy: "It's necessary."
Zi Wen also nodded solemnly: "Yes!"
…
Two flowers bloom
One for each table
…
After the solo dance practice class of Ballet Performance Class 1703, Weng Huaijing's class on Monday was also over. Counting the change of clothes in the dressing room, it only took her twelve minutes to return to Wanshou Temple Road.
The home in No. 1 Courtyard 3005.
"I like classical ballet, movies and singing. I am really happy to be able to share the same interests with the people I like. In fact, I also feel that I am the luckiest person in the world, but I didn't want to tell you last night, Yan~Yisa~
"
After closing the door, changing her shoes, and returning her handbag and keys one by one, Weng Huaijing sat down on the sofa with her cell phone in hand. She was still thinking about the question she didn't answer directly in class, and her mind wandered back again.
During the date last night, Professor Weng's pretty face turned red again.
"Although I didn't let you hug me as you wished, you should also like that kind of kiss."
There was a beep from the phone, and Weng Huaijing quickly raised her hand to unlock it. The i-message dialog box was full of records. Ever since she replaced Yan Qing's smartphone, the limit of ten messages per day was tacitly agreed to by the two of them.
Canceled.
"This is not a text message anyway. Shao Qing has no reason to be rude."
Skillfully deceiving herself, Professor Weng clicked on the unread message on the screen. She had just sent a message to Yan Qing a few minutes ago to tell Yan Qing that she planned to go home after class.
[My daytime scenes have also been finished early. The filming went very smoothly. The crew came back to rest and wait for dinner. In the evening, the scenes with Teacher Qian, Junior Sister Fei and Peipei should be finished by ten o'clock.
The report is over, I...miss you!]
"Do you still need to report this? I have a lot of eyes."
Weng Huaijing's eyebrows were smiling, and there was a little pride in her eyes. She whispered to herself: "I even know your new mobile phone wallpaper."
The lock screen clicked, and Weng Huaijing glanced with satisfaction at the new wallpaper she had just changed. This picture was sent by Miao Miao before class, and it was the culprit that made Professor Weng unnerved.
"His pad lock screen is still a photo of Xiao Miao and Lao Zhang. Isn't it natural for me to use this photo as wallpaper? Well, of course! The photo is really beautiful, and the metaphor is also used very cleverly."
The corners of his eyes turned slightly red for no apparent reason, and Weng Huai's admiration for a pool of autumn water was projected onto the screen of his mobile phone.
…
On the shore of the lake, with splashing waves and jagged rocks, Yan Qing dressed as Linghu Chong is carrying Weng Huaijing's pot of flower sculptures, and the swordsman with a three-foot green sword on his back is looking at the rising sun in the distance. The lines on the man's profile are as cold and firm as a sculpture.
.
On the right side of the screen, beside the bright red morning glow, there are two subtitles in vertical regular script: (The sun rises in the east, I am the only one who is undefeated!)
…
"I also miss...you, but I won't say it, I will just...write it in my diary, using the same regular script."
With a shy smile, Professor Weng was about to reply to Yan Qing's message when another unread message popped up on his phone.
[I forgot to remind you, remember to have dinner. The standard diet of your Balanchine school advocates that dancers should eat more high-calorie and low-fat red meat. Obviously only the Vaganova school pays attention to herbivory. Well, they can eat anything.
Yes, but you can’t not eat it!]
"You want to take care of me now..."
Professor Weng, who had no one at home, showed some signs of letting herself go. She pouted cutely: "You said before that you hoped I wouldn't blindly accommodate you. I haven't cooked for a long time."
Although she said she was disgusted, it was obvious that Weng Huaijing was very impressed by Yan Qing's concern. She got up obediently and walked to the refrigerator, taking out the toast, zero-fat salad dressing, avocado, purple cabbage, and bitters left by Shao Qing last night.
Chrysanthemum and other ingredients.
[I was preparing to cook. By the way, I met a child in class today. He called me Professor Weng... Weng... Professor Weng just like you. It was very cute.]
Carrying the ingredients, he walked into the spotless kitchen, edited an i-massage and sent it out. The corners of his eyes turned red again, and Weng Huaijing slowly began to prepare dinner for himself.
Just as she started to eat the small vegetable and avocado salad and two slices of toast with a glass of warm water, her phone buzzed again.
[Let’s video chat after the show ends tonight. I’ve missed you so much. Can the old rule be okay? I’ll sing a song for you. Weng Xiaoge, do you miss me?]
Weng Huaijing's reply put Yan Qing's proposal on hold, highlighted a non-committal point, and also emphasized two sentences about him.
[You should concentrate on completing your work first. Also, you are not allowed to send messages when I am in class. The students did not take out their mobile phones, so I have to set an example.]
"I wonder if you don't know what's going on in your mind? You must say it."
After chewing her dinner carefully, Professor Weng Huaijing clearly arranged the meaning of duplicity. She happily read the message Yan Qing sent before that acting class several times.
"my beloved is mine and i am his,nor time, nor place, nor chance, nor death can bow. my least desires unto the “least remove.”
By the time he put on his rubber gloves and started cleaning up the kitchen, Professor Ong could already recite the love poem of the 17th-century English poet Francis Quarles by heart. He was clearly in love with it.
After Yan Qing told her that he was rushing to the studio with the crew to start filming the night scene, Weng Huaijing didn't even practice piano according to the established schedule. After thinking of the most trustworthy and elegant translation, she couldn't wait to return to the bedroom and opened the
On the black notebook, written in elegant and floating regular script:
…
My beloved loves me
I love him too
time, place, encounter, death
They can't make us surrender
I only wish my lovers would never have to part with each other
…
"He really can't let me go. We will never be separated again. Well, I haven't practiced piano for several days. Weng Xiaoge, please try your best. Someone will sing for you tonight."
Weng Huaijing, who continued to let herself go, held her face and smiled infatuatedly. She put the black pen back into the pen holder. She returned to the balcony of the living room with a thick sheet of Che Nier's practice music and began to practice piano seriously.
…
Chu Lianqing: “Can you hear me clearly?”
Tsundere: "It's very clear."
Chu Aiqing: "Then I start?"
Tsundere: "Why don't you say something first?"
Chu Lianqing: “…”
Tsundere: "When you sang about daughter's love, wasn't it possible that you said it?"
The first love Qinglao blushed: ""Slowly Falling in Love with You" is dedicated to...Gege."
Tsundere's longing is vague: "emm..."
The habitual finger-picking technique stimulated the melody of the acoustic guitar with the sound of clear springs. Yan Qing stared at Weng Huaijing, while Professor Weng still lowered his head and stared at the fingering of his hands.
…
"Books always write about the evening when I am overjoyed
The bicycle ride and the conversation between him and her
Girls’ white clothes, boys love to see her wearing them』
…
"It was a perfect fit. He liked the white dress I wore on Saturday night, the bike ride and conversation last night, and our unexpected evening date..."
Suddenly, Weng Huaijing felt a little intoxicated when he heard it, and his beautiful eyes were full of love.
Yan Qing, on the other hand, always stared at the camera with gentle and clear eyes, as if his sweetheart was in front of him, and he continued to sing:
…
"There are many scenes that are romantic."
Many people are sad and it’s hard to get together and part ways
I couldn’t finish watching it for many days.』
…
"My beloved loves me, and I love him too. I only wish that my beloved would never have to part with me again."
Professor Weng's heart blossomed when she heard this, and a soft blush crept onto her pretty face.
This scene made Yan Qing slightly startled. He stabilized his rhythm and continued with the second verse:
…
"I kissed you just now and you liked it, right?"
Otherwise, why would you keep holding my hand?
You said you really wanted to take me back to your hometown』
…
"Ah... you wrote that kiss into the song so openly? That's not right, who is holding on to who..."
The delicate blush spread instantly, and Weng Huaijing's slender neck like a swan was also stained with a blush. She completely gave up the plan of picking up the score and let the girl's thoughts fly freely with the singing in the video.
"Well, he said before that he wanted to take me back to his hometown, and he specifically said it was not Liancheng, so he planned this song for me to sing. I like it!"
…
"Green tiles, red bricks, willow trees and moss
It's the same then and now
You said you would be like this too"
…
"It's great that he knows that I understand that poem and we will never be separated again."
At this moment, Weng Huaijing had the urge to stand on tiptoes and dance, but she tried hard to restrain it. After all, Yan Qing had already started singing the more anticipated chorus.
…
"I'm slowly falling in love with you
Slowly getting intimate
Talk to yourself slowly
Walk slowly with you
Slowly I want to cooperate with you
Give me to you slowly
Slowly falling in love with you
Slowly remembering
Accompany you slowly
grow old slowly
Because slowly it becomes a
The best reason
…
After entering the chorus, every word of the lyrics seems to come from the heart, representing Yan Qing's true feelings. Along the way, he started with a bloody scene, and was forced to sign the contract, passively and step by step with Weng Huaijing.
Get close, start to cooperate, get acquainted, get to know each other, until love sprouts, everything is slow and steady.
The baritone voice was as gentle as Yan Qing's eyes. At this moment, Weng Huaijing also completely removed his disguise and looked at him lovingly with his loving eyes, all without saying a word.
…
After the B-section verse and repeated chorus that envision the future, Yan Qing cleverly brings the melody and lyrics back to the original point, using the opening sentence "Books always write about the evening when they are overjoyed" as a rounding finishing touch to the whole song.
ending.
"Xiaoge, I want to tell you that I am willing to maintain the rhythm of approaching slowly. I am not in a hurry at all. I will wait for you to be ready."
The man in the video has sincere eyes and a calm voice. After hearing his words, Weng Huaijing felt even warmer in his heart.
"I'll be ready soon..."
Weng Huaijing lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes as she replied half a sentence. She habitually hid the second half of the sentence in her heart: "Be prepared to sing the song "Coke Ring" that you planned to propose to me back then, and then marry you."
"How about putting this song on the tenth program recorded next week?"
It turns out that Yan Qing is not able to understand all the subtexts of Weng Huaijing, at least not at this moment. He thought that Professor Weng was talking about formalizing the relationship, but Director Yan still smiled when he heard it: "But you still have to work hard to find someone."
A suitable submission.”
"Let's record again for the eleventh episode on November 2. I like the slow rhythm very much, and I also like the song Slowly Like You."
Weng Huaijing bravely threw the peach blossoms into the camera.
"But I also prepared other songs as birthday gifts..."
This time Yan Qing understood half of the words hidden by his sweetheart, and he chose to compromise in a good-natured way: "Okay, anyway, we can sing it live in the last recording on the 9th."
"Stop talking, otherwise I won't be able to help but want to hear it now."
After taking off all the precautions, it turns out that Professor Weng always behaves in a coquettish way.
"Then let's talk a few more words, Weng Xiaoge. After listening to this, I will slowly fall in love with you..."
Yan Qing carefully remained probing: "Can I ask you a question? First of all, let me state that I don't mean to rush you."
"I miss you too, especially you. Good night."
Before Yan Qing's question could be asked, Weng Huaijing responded, but she was obviously embarrassed. After saying good night in a hurry, Professor Weng hung up the video under Director Yan's mesmerizing gaze.
In the hazy night, the moon slowly climbed out of the thick clouds, slowly spreading its clear light, and slowly embraced a pair of beautiful people separated by two places. The gentle moonlight made their rapid breathing slowly calm down.
Accompany the lovers to slowly fall asleep together, and continue to slowly nourish this restrained and passionate love.