Woman In Irish Linen Shirt

Chapter 108:

After repeating it twice, Miss Pande finally passed Peter. Weng Kexin’s warm-up has been completed, and he is “driving cattle” with Peter at the moment.

Miss Pan De wiped the sweat from her neck and walked towards me with her eyes smiling and there was light in her smile.

I said: “Why don’t you just come a little bit?”

She shook her head lightly, did not sit down, just tucked her neck with a towel and said, “I sweat a lot.”

“I don’t mind.”

She turned her head, still smiling, perhaps a little shy. The back of her T-shirt was indeed wet. Miss Pande was talking to me and looked in their direction from time to time.

“Are you Kexin’s mentor?”

“It used to be.” She nodded, “I have too little time, and she has improved too fast. I only taught her for two years.”

“It’s hard to believe that you are so busy and you still have time to do part-time jobs.” I recalled my entire fitness wasteful journey, basically from the beginning of frequent business trips and meetings. In the beginning, after get off work, I would pretend to go to the hotel gym, but our work was of a special nature. Sometimes we had to go to a third party to check the situation in the early morning. As time passed, the exercise was put on hold.

Miss Pan De didn’t know what she was smiling, her shoulders trembled slightly. After a while, she said: “The actual teacher is Peter, but I jumped into the female step. I have some experience to share with Kexin. At that time, we were like this year, and she sent me her practice video. After watching it, I will record a video for her. There is very little real-time communication-she has a lot of cram schools to attend, and when I first entered this business, I could hardly find a whole piece of private time.”

“She’s very young, isn’t she?”

“Yes. Kexin is in Biology at the National University, and will not enter her third year until the next semester. She is one of Peter’s first students.”

Only junior. I look over: they both have a good rhythm, almost the same movements, and the stability of the upper body is particularly good.

“Is this also the basic dance step of a certain cow-related dance?” I suffocated a word, “Chasing the cow dance?”

Miss Pan De was caught off guard and coughed twice: “I’m sorry.” Then she drank again, and then asked, “What makes you think they are chasing cows?”

“The height of their hands?” I can never say that Peter looks like he’s driving a cow.

“This is Samba’s rhythm exercise.”

“Oh.” I was silent for a while. When it comes to samba, I think more of Brazilian folk dances with feathers on their backs.

Most of Miss Pande’s attention is still on their side. She observed carefully, and then took out her phone to record a short video. The video was partially enlarged by her and played back several times in slow motion. I was a little curious, but the movements of Peter and Weng Kexin seemed to me to find faults, not to mention that they were very consistent. , I can’t observe anything with my naked eyes.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked.

“What do you think of the stability of their upper body?”

“It’s excellent.” I said, “The hands of two people keep changing their movements, but the shoulders and necks are like carrying a cross, especially the head, which doesn’t move-I wonder if it’s difficult? It seems easy.”

“This is the basic skill of Latin dance.” Miss Pan De shook her head gently, “Ke Xin is still a bit rough…”

I followed her gaze and looked over. If you have to say that something is rough, it might be her clothes-it’s definitely not the rhythm itself anyway.

She watched for a while, then looked over: “How did I dance just now?”

“Your legs…” I didn’t finish speaking, just looking at her.

Miss Pan De endured a smile, her eyes wicked: “I’m glad you like it.”

“What kind of basic dance did you practice before? Rumba?”

“It’s just basic exercises.” Ms. Pan De met my suspicious eyes and said with a smile, “Well, more complicated basic skills. The stick is the same. I am used to practicing against the wall, mainly to find a helper. Point. The feeling of warming up and looking for hip activities is still very effective…Oh, I shouldn’t have said such details, you don’t want to listen to it.”

“No.” I retorted, “I’m willing to listen to what you say.”

She just looked at me tenderly and said nothing. After a pause, Miss Pande said: “Then I will tell you a secret.”

“Um?”

“Don’t tell anyone.” She quietly glanced at Peter’s direction, “I didn’t really use my waist the first two times. My body was not in state at the time.”

I took a breath: “But just now…”

“I lied to him.” She chuckled secretly, “I don’t want him to train me in front of you.”

I met her eyes and laughed uncontrollably. Peter’s level is higher than hers, but the two are dance partners after all, and it is understandable that she has some concerns.

Before I knew it, I had a question: how good is Peter? I’m sure I can’t see the superior or inferior just by relying on me, so I decided to ask Weng Kexin carefully later. At least I have to find a correct way to appease Miss Pande.

“Then I’m almost there?” Miss Pande blinked, “Don’t let the muscles cool down.”

I nodded. She didn’t wear makeup today, she still had fine sweat in her hair, but she looked better than usual with full makeup.

Miss Pan De called a timeout, communicated the details with Weng Kexin, and showed her the video just recorded. Peter was resting on the side, he was sweating a lot, his entire T-shirt was wet, and he was still full of energy. He sips water and pays attention to the movements of the two.

The three of them made me feel a bit like a study group. However, it is normal for the study group to study for a day. Do they really want to do this all day? This hour of basic exercise seems to have been very intense. Before I played badminton with Miss Pan De, I knew that her cardiopulmonary function was superior to me. Otherwise, this amount of exercise made it difficult for me to actually imagine.

This is far from the limit.

“Let’s do a hundred swings and practice on the mirror. Everyone feels that they pass the test, and then play music to practice kicks, okay?” Peter clapped his hands and turned around and said, “Keep in shape and pay attention to the details.” ”

Weng Kexin nodded: “Come on.”

At first they seemed to be skating in place. Of course, because of the existence of ice skates, the friction is greatly weakened. I am not sure whether such high-intensity scenes can appear on ice: maybe speed skating can be done? All in all, this exercise is very monotonous, and I started processing emails unconsciously after watching it for a while.

The sound of the heel stomping to the ground alarmed me.

Looking up, I saw that the three of them kicked repeatedly very quickly—it was not a tap dance. All three of them were wearing high heels. Peter’s heels were a bit thicker and shorter. The two ladies’ heels were no different from ordinary wineglass high heels— -The whole leg went out like an arrow, and there was no time to react, only a stomping sound, the other leg bounced out again, the rhythm is extremely fast, there is no sign of stagnation or slowness.

Especially Weng Kexin. She is the only person wearing a skirt, perhaps because of the clothes. Her legs go out and retract like springs. They are long and sharp, as if this kind of intense exercise can’t damage her muscle fibers at all.

I was dazzled. How did they stop? Use tiptoes? Everything happening before me is completely beyond my daily life experience. I can hardly imagine that human beings can be so fast and powerful. My mouth was almost never closed, this kind of dance is too ornamental, and my heart is shocked.

The last time I faced the dance that hit my heart was in Munich, the ghost group dance in the sixth scene of the revised “Dancing Girl”, my attention was completely broken, half was taken away by the powerful group dance under the full tutu skirt, and half It was the anger that was shared with me.

Now my eyes are also legs, but it has nothing to do with ballet.

So fast, faster than the limit.

After a few minutes, the music stopped, and Miss Pande seemed to be relieved of her depression, and smiled at everyone: Weng Kexin, who is still doing spring leg exercises, cold-faced KGB, and of course me.

I thought I could talk to her a few words, but unexpectedly, they didn’t rest at all. This song is much faster than the previous one. I knew it was “TuttiFrutti” by Richard Jr. when the first note came out.

Can anyone dance with this song?

have.

Now they are more like performing a complete dance. I have nothing to say, just a new understanding of Miss Pande’s core and leg strength-besides, the passion that fills the entire space.

The dancer’s happiness seems to be contagious.

After the cowboy dance practice began, the number of people in the classroom gradually increased. I wonder if it was attracted by the music. Most of the students studying here are children. The youngest ones may seem to be only twelve or thirteen years old. There are also adults, very few, and they are not as good as children in terms of their level. They may only be fanciers.

They didn’t join in the middle of the classroom, they just watched from the side, and some followed in the corner of the wall to do exercises. Because of the contrast, I realized how powerful the three people who were focused by everyone’s eyes, strength and beauty, rhythm and passion, are reflected to the extreme in a fully mature dancer——

As for Miss Pan De, she is simply a luminous body.

The two high school students also came over, surrounded by a few people of similar age, muttering to discuss something. I asked the little student who just gave me the knowledge of popular science dance and basic knowledge: “What are they talking about? Is that a song?”

“Yes, “HitTheRoadJack”, as long as you participate in the competition, you will definitely hear the sequelae of this song. The two-week’earworm’ starts.” Dance clothes, quick-drying fabrics, are so handsome, “Whose parent are you?”

Handsome shit. Ugly dead.

I smiled and asked, “Am I like?”

“No.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “Any boyfriend?”

I took a breath: “I’m too old for you, kid. Why do they want to play it when they hear nauseating songs?”

“It must be your first time here.” He shook his head pretendingly. “No one can forget the dance of those two people. You will know it once you have seen it.”