Chapter 99 This wave of Zhou Peipei is fully responsible (on the shelves tomorrow)
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Imperial Dance Academy Cultural Teaching Building
Ladder-shaped classroom 4001 on the west side of the fourth floor
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Ladder Teaching 4001 has ten rows of seats, with sixteen seats in each row, divided into three rows by two aisles. It is actually one of the largest classrooms in a small and specialized university like the Imperial Dance Academy.
The four small classes of the 2017 ballet department of Diwu are taking their drama theory class "Ballet Drama Performance".
There are a total of 119 students majoring in ballet in the class of 2017. All 160 seats in 4001 are occupied, and there are even a dozen boys sitting here and there in the aisle.
Even though there are nearly fifty extra students in one class, there is only a cold voice in the classroom and the occasional rustling of notes.
Professor Weng Huaijing, who is respected and feared by ballet students, is undoubtedly the spokesperson for the school motto (integration of literature and dance, virtue and art). Professor Weng's teaching order is famously "admired" in the Imperial Dance Academy.
There are rules."
Only the position in the left column of the 7th row against the wall was a bit special. A few girls secretly passed "notes" under the table.
What they passed on was actually Ben Diwu's notes. On the newly opened page, the first line was written in Wenwanjuan's small regular script:
"It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon! get out of class is about to end! Wenwen muster up the courage to charge the duck!"
The second line is in dignified block letters, but the text content coincides with the first line:
"Isn't that right? You are still cowardly. Ziwen, have you finished your psychological training?"
Zi Wen replied with a pen filled with impatience:
"Zhu Xiaoxi, Ning Meng, you two are not cowards? During our recess, when Professor Weng put on wireless headphones and closed his eyes to listen to music, why didn't you two go up and attack the duck?"
The tone between the lines of her writing was very strong, but the sloppy running script betrayed Ziwen's inner nervousness.
It took a while before the diary of Emperor Dance was returned to Zi Wen.
Zhu Xiaoxi hesitated for a long time before replying in gentle regular script: "Wenwen, Xiaoxi doesn't dare...(?￣???￣??)..."
She also timidly drew a cute emoji at the end of the sentence.
The dignified and majestic figure in block letters coaxed and flattered: "Zhu Xiaoxi and I are both cowards, dear Wenwen, all the twenty-nine classmates in Class 1703 are counting on you."
Zi Wen closed the God's Dance Notes and glanced at Professor Weng's beautiful profile. Her fists were clenched under the table. While she was silently cheering, she also reminded herself to listen carefully.
"For a ballet dancer, the tension of drama and emotional expression can make the character image on the stage more fulfilling..."
The cold teaching voice continued to conclude: "So... being able to transform one's inner emotions into external experiences is an important ability that our ballet dancers must possess."
"Dingling bell~Dingling bell~"
The get out of class bell in the cultural teaching building rang on time.
"Today...that's all we're talking about...get out of class is over."
Weng Huaijing, who had never been in the habit of procrastinating in class, promptly announced the end of get out of class as soon as the bell rang.
She lowered her head and bent over to put the teaching materials and handouts into her medium-sized old-fashioned pop in court handbag that she placed under the podium.
This handbag is similar in shape to a women's briefcase and has always been Weng Huaijing's first choice when going out to school.
He stood up and put his bag across his body. Weng Huaijing took out the wireless Bluetooth headset from the compartment of the handbag and stepped out with his feet at the same time.
"Professor Weng, excuse me..."
A weak female voice made her pause while putting on her earphones.
Weng Huaijing's footsteps stopped, and she looked back slowly following the sound, her eyes slightly wandering.
"Ziwen, is something wrong?"
"Sunday...the military training for freshmen is over...there is a competition at school..."
Zi Wen lowered her head and continued: "It's a welcome party... Our class came up with the dance "Seve"..."
"Um?"
Weng Huaijing raised his eyebrows and glanced towards the back row of the classroom. The students of Class 1703, who were crowded in rows 6 and 7, were all watching her and Ziwen quietly.
Ziwen also looked at the classmates who were cheering her up, her fists clenched tighter behind her back, and her speaking speed became normal:
"Professor Weng, Tong Yan from Class 1 and I are already teaching them to dance, but we don't have an accompaniment, so..."
"Accompaniment? That song hasn't been released yet, it won't be until Saturday night at the earliest..."
Weng Huaijing's reply was in the same tone as usual: "Currently there are only samples."
"Just a sample is enough! Professor Weng, we will definitely be able to avoid copying, transferring, and spreading."
"Send it to your email later."
Weng Huaijing thought for a while before giving a reply. After that, she raised her hand to put on the earphones again, opened her handbag and clicked on the mobile phone in the mezzanine.
"Yeah! Thank you Professor Weng!"
"Keep your dreams alive!"
Weng Huaijing gently left the classroom amid cheers.
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Usually accompanied by Zhou Peipei, Weng Huaijing only took twelve or three minutes to walk from the cultural teaching building of the Imperial Dance Academy back to No. 1 Wanshou Temple Road.
Along the way, Weng Huaijing also consciously controlled her pace not to be too fast.
"It seems that Pepe usually walks too slowly."
Eight minutes later, Weng Huaijing was standing alone in the elevator, holding the door key, thinking this.
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After opening the door, Weng Huaijing took a special look to confirm that Zhou Peipei was still in the studio and had not returned.
With the pearl of wisdom in hand, Professor Weng first smiled indifferently
I saw her throwing down the key quickly;
Take off your flat leather shoes;
Stepping into cotton slippers;
Then he pulled off the rubber band holding the ponytail on his head;
Then stuff the handbag into the locker in the entrance hall;
Professor Weng, who was holding her mobile phone, was as fast as a moose in the forest. In the blink of an eye, she was sitting next to the upright piano on the balcony.
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Half an hour later, Zhou Peipei returned home from her studio on Beiguluo Lane.
When she opened the door, she noticed that Weng Huaijing, with his black hair flying, was playing and singing to himself in front of the upright piano on the balcony:
"Borrowing love or affection for one night"
All the unnecessary greed must be returned in the end
Hesitating between seeming and yet far apart
I can't see through these ambiguous eyes
Seems thick but still very light
It's early morning and gray blue wants to say goodbye
It's not too late
Although the singing was in Cantonese, which Zhou Peipei was not familiar with, in the afternoon she heard Yan Qing's demo from Shao Qing's mobile phone and saw the beautifully written lyrics:
"The tea will turn sour before you drink it all."
I've never been in love, I've been out of love
Accompanying you every day in circles
How can the entanglement be considered short?
I am wearing your clothes today
I haven’t kept you but you are still warm.』
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"Sister Jinger, I'm back!"
Turning a deaf ear to it, Professor Weng was particularly intoxicated, and she seemed to have completely forgotten her previous vigilance.
Of course, Zhou Peipei didn't pay much attention to this matter. She looked at the beautiful scene on the balcony with nostalgia and silently started to clean up the mess.
Put the pair of small flat-heeled leather shoes that were arranged somewhat casually into the shoe cabinet;
Pick up the keys on the shoe cabinet and the rubber band that fell on the floor;
Then put on the pair of cotton slippers that Shao Qing often wears;
Reopen the loosely closed locker, tidy it up, and then close it again.
After doing this, Zhou Peipei walked behind Weng Huaijing holding a pair of size 37 light gray cotton slippers, and she called softly:
"Sister Jinger..."
Only then did Weng Huaijing realize that Zhou Peipei had returned.
"Pepe is back? Where is Sister Qing?"
She did not stop playing the piano, and Weng Huaijing's voice was as cold as ever.
"Sister Qing dropped me off and went home directly...Sister Jing'er..."
As Zhou Peipei answered, she squatted down and placed her slippers properly next to Weng Huaijing before standing behind her again.
"Why are you wearing Sister Qing's slippers?"
Looking back at Zhou Peipei behind him, Weng Huaijing was a little confused.
"Because...my slippers were worn by you, Sister Jinger."
Feeling aggrieved, Zhou Peipei replied in a low voice.
After some reasonable thinking, she asked tentatively: "Do you like Sister Jing'er... but you like Brother Qing's song "Ambiguous"... that's why you're so anxious."
Only then did Weng Huaijing see the slippers arranged by Zhou Peipei beside him.
She moved the piano stool back, and Weng Huaijing looked down at the pair of light pink cotton slippers on her own feet.
……silence……
...still silent...
...Awkward silence...
…continuous silence…
Suddenly...a female voice, slightly raised twice, finally broke the silence with a hint of anger:
"Pepe, you usually walk too slowly!"
Weng Huaijing turned sideways and put on her slippers, then she went back to her bedroom with her head held high.
"???"
Nick made a face, and Zhou Peipei was obviously confused. She felt aggrieved and helpless: "Even if I walk slowly, what does this... have to do with Sister Jier wearing my slippers?"
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It wasn't until dinner was ready and Weng Huaijing, who had changed into a loose sweater, that Shi Shiran came out of the bedroom.
"Pepe, bonus."
Weng Huaijing's face became slightly tense.
"~Ding dong~"
Zhou Peipei’s short message ringtone rang.
"Sister Jinger, this is too much."
Zhou Peipei looked at the account arrival information on her mobile phone's text message. There was a two followed by five zeros.
"Although your walk to and from school is a bit slow, you are doing well in other aspects..."
Weng Huaijing picked up a small vegetable salad in front of her. She carefully considered her words: "You don't need to tell Sister Qing about such a trivial matter..."
"It's over, it's over, it's too late... I'm entirely responsible for not running away this time..."
Seemingly understanding but without any guilt, Zhou Peipei carefully glanced at Weng Huaijing. She was still recalling the advice from Shao Qing when she called for help:
"You have to get used to the arrogance that your sister Jing'er occasionally shows. After all, some people can't see it even if they want to. Otherwise, why would I like to tease your sister Qing? After all, Ao Jiao Jing is the cutest girl in my eyes.
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Zhou Peipei secretly snickered: "Are the clothes from Brother Qing's old time? So this is what Sister Qing calls tsundere. I love tsundere. I love it."
"Well, I know~ By the way, Sister Jing'er, Sister Qing said that the manuscript we chose, Qing... Teacher Yan Qing, exchanged it with us?"
Zhou Peipei abruptly changed the topic.
"Well, "Ambiguous" is more suitable for a female voice to sing."
Weng Huaijing replied calmly.
"This song is super nice, and the lyrics are also very tasteful."
Zhou Peipei's flashing eyes were filled with light.
Weng Huai was coy and wanted to post up Zhou Peipei, but she struggled to say: "It's not bad, the rhyme is used well."
"Sister Jinger, I'm trying hard to master Cantonese, but it's so difficult."
Zhou Peipei, whose understanding of Weng Huaijing's tsundere attributes was obviously still at a superficial stage, talked about her inner admiration.
Weng Huaijing picked up the salad fork on the dinner plate and encouraged softly: "Take your time, come on."
"Today the cleaning company completely cleaned up the house..."
Zhou Peipei nodded and began to report to Weng Huaijing about the work she and Shao Qing were doing in Beiguluo Lane today: "Sister Qing and the designer have also evaluated the decoration plan. Our studio only needs to do some interior soft decoration..."
Chewing the vegetable salad in small bites, it seemed that Weng Huaijing was quietly listening to Zhou Peipei's words, but her heart was no longer sure where to go:
"The moon is brighter and brighter in the Mid-Autumn Festival...it doesn't matter whether the weather is cloudy or sunny, it's a good time in the world."
Feeling the warmth coming from the old sweater on his body, and following his thoughts, Weng Huaijing's slender eyebrows and eyes quietly became filled with peach blossoms.
"My message to you, husband and wife, don't let Guanghan indulge in intoxication. See you the day after tomorrow..."
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ps: "Ambiguous"
Original singer: Faye Wong
Lyricist: Lin Xi
Composer: Chen Xiaoxia
Arranger: Chen Weiwen
Album included: 1995 "di-dar"
Trivia: Faye's song "Ambiguous" is actually a cover of a Mandarin song - "Love Snow" sung by singer Huang Yingying, which is included in her solo album "Spring Light".