“It’s not difficult, but it’s not simple either. I think it’s quite suitable for you, though time is a bit tight, so… hey!”
Fang Wannan was talking to herself while staring at the screen.
When she didn’t get a response for a while, she looked up and saw Jiang Ling’s face flushed red, frantically hitting her own thigh while muttering something.
“Uh… uh, this, this is way too close, isn’t it?!”
Hearing this, Fang Wannan clicked her tongue lightly.
She pressed the pause button, got up, and approached Jiang Ling.
“Has anyone ever told you to listen carefully when someone’s talking, hmm?”
She loomed over Jiang Ling, pinching her cheeks and chin with her palm.
With a slight squeeze, she left a faint red mark.
Jiang Ling was forced to tilt her head slightly upward, meeting Fang Wannan’s somewhat cold, piercing gaze.
It wasn’t that her eyes lacked warmth or emotion, but her stern expression carried a hint of impatience.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her entire demeanor exuded extreme displeasure.
“…Sorry.”
Jiang Ling mumbled an apology, her words slightly slurred, only to be met with an even firmer pinch.
“If you want to apologize, then behave and listen. Finish the parts you’re supposed to do, and don’t waste my time again.”
Fang Wannan looked down at Jiang Ling’s increasingly dejected expression, her brows knitting even tighter.
What a fragile little waste.
Sigh…
She sighed softly in her mind, then grabbed Jiang Ling’s arm.
“Come here, let’s find the feel of the song.”
“Huh? But I still don’t know how to dance…”
“You don’t need to know the moves to get the feel. Just immerse yourself in the music.”
Fang Wannan ignored her protests, pressed the music play button, and stood behind Jiang Ling, naturally resting her arms on Jiang Ling’s slender waist.
“Ah!”
The moment their skin touched, Jiang Ling let out a tiny yelp.
It tickled!
But remembering how Fang Wannan had just scolded her, Jiang Ling held back, biting her tongue.
She let Fang Wannan’s delicate, slender fingers firmly encircle her waist.
Feeling the slight tremble of the person in her arms, Fang Wannan was a bit puzzled, but as the music started, she didn’t dwell on it.
She began moving her body to the rhythm.
It wasn’t exactly dancing—just casual swaying to familiarize themselves with the song.
Jiang Ling stood stiffly, staring at Fang Wannan in the mirror, who was earnestly feeling the melody.
The sound of their clothes brushing against each other filled her ears, and her exposed skin slowly turned pink.
“Why aren’t you moving at all?”
Fang Wannan asked, puzzled, her lips grazing Jiang Ling’s earlobe.
Jiang Ling’s body broke out in goosebumps, and she stumbled forward two steps, covering her ears with her hands, her face bright red.
“I-I did move!”
“Huh?”
Fang Wannan hadn’t realized she was the reason for Jiang Ling’s shyness.
Looking confused, she beckoned Jiang Ling back.
“Come back, we’re not done dancing.”
“Maybe we should just… stop?”
Jiang Ling lowered her head, backing away.
“Three, two…”
“Ahem!”
Hearing Fang Wannan’s oppressive countdown, Jiang Ling choked and, without much dignity, shuffled back into her embrace.
Their practice continued, and after who knows how long—
“That’s enough for now.”
After several attempts, they finally decided Fang Wannan would take the male role.
Whether it was her height or her aura, the delicate, soft Jiang Ling just didn’t suit it~
With the song and roles decided, the next step was to break down the choreography and practice.
As Fang Wannan spoke, she naturally slipped out of practice mode, her expression no longer as serious as before.
But just as her tense body began to relax, Fang Wannan belatedly realized their current position was… problematic.
They were facing each other, so close it was almost imperceptible.
Having practiced for so long, Jiang Ling had grown somewhat accustomed to the proximity.
But she noticed that Fang Wannan, who had been perfectly natural moments ago, was now pressing her lips together, her face completely flushed.
“Huh?”
Jiang Ling let out a confused sound.
You didn’t act like this when you were holding me earlier?
As she puzzled over it, she felt Fang Wannan’s arms around her loosen instantly, then quickly pull away.
Fang Wannan awkwardly fiddled with the hem of her clothes.
“Th-that’s enough for now!”
It was the same phrase as before, but Jiang Ling detected an unnatural tone, even a hint of flustered charm.
So, it’s true…
“Are you shy?”
“Shut up!”
Fang Wannan gritted her teeth and turned around, her small heels clacking loudly on the floor.
Without looking back, she pushed open the practice room door.
“Work on the choreography yourself. I’ll check it later!”
With that, the door slammed shut, only to bounce back open from the force.
Jiang Ling’s body trembled slightly along with the quivering wall.
She stared helplessly at Fang Wannan’s retreating figure, practically fleeing in embarrassment.
The background music of Fox Spirit involuntarily played in her mind.
What’s wrong now, my dear miss~
Jiang Ling diligently practiced the dance tutorial Fang Wannan had sent her for a while.
Glancing at her wrist, she realized it was almost time for class.
After all, she was still a student.
Avoiding failing or breaking rules was a basic requirement.
The studio wasn’t too far or too close to A University, so she usually took the subway.
When she reached the campus gate, Jiang Ling realized, to her dismay, that she’d forgotten her books again.
Oh well, Song Meng’s got me covered.
With that thought, she stepped into the classroom nonchalantly and, as expected, spotted Song Meng in her usual seat.
Jiang Ling walked over, about to sit down, when someone suddenly bumped her shoulder hard.
The force sent her stumbling forward, nearly falling.
At the critical moment, Song Meng stood up quickly and steadied her with a swift hand.
The expected pain didn’t come.
Jiang Ling’s eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes, meeting Song Meng’s concerned gaze.
“You okay?”
“Uh, I’m fine… I think.”
Jiang Ling moved her limbs, finding nothing wrong, and shook her head.
After confirming she was okay, Song Meng’s gaze shifted to the guy who had bumped into Jiang Ling.
“Apologize.”
“She said she’s fine, so why should I apologize? Forget that—do you have plans after school? Wanna grab a drink together?”
The guy grinned cheekily, clearly trying to cozy up to Song Meng.
Even someone as emotionally dense as Jiang Ling could tell this guy had a thing for Song Meng.
Noticing the subtle shift in the classroom’s atmosphere, Jiang Ling clenched her teeth and spoke up before more eyes turned their way.
“She… she’s going to eat with me later, so she can’t go with you.”
Her face remained calm, but her legs were trembling.
Jiang Ling was terrible at dealing with pushy, unreasonable guys like this.
Whether in her past life or this one, she had an instinctive fear of them.
But Song Meng was her friend.
Even if she was weak, she couldn’t pretend nothing was happening.
The guy scoffed at Jiang Ling’s sudden interruption.
“What’s it got to do with you? Don’t get in my way.”
He turned back to Song Meng, about to speak again.
Slap!
A crisp slap echoed through the silent classroom.
The guy clutched his reddening cheek in disbelief.
Song Meng’s usually gentle face was now cold and filled with disgust.
She pulled a tissue from her desk and wiped her fingers as if she’d touched something filthy.
Looking at the guy’s shocked and twisted expression, she spoke icily:
“I told you to apologize. Didn’t you hear me?”
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