The Big Villain Asked Me to Save Him When I Was Reborn

Qiu Li took Jiang Yu's hand and ran across the narrow stairs all the way, rushing out of the dark corridor.

Jiang Yu panted, looking down, and saw him holding his hand tightly.

His palm is very hot and strong.

When Jiang Yu was very young, what she yearned most was that someone used such a pair of powerful palms to hold herself in such a way and protect her like a father.

In this way, after dark, she doesn't have to be afraid of anything.

Unfortunately, she does not have a father.

Jiang Yu looked at Qiuli's solid and generous back, and subconsciously squeezed his hand.

...

It is nine ten ten, and she must arrive at the art class within twenty minutes.

At the intersection, she saw him stop and asked, "Shall we take a taxi?"

"No need to."

There was a motorcycle parked downstairs, which Qiu Li asked the man next door to borrow.

Yuxingzi was still floating in the winter, Jiang Yu was blown by the cold wind and couldn't help sneezing.

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Qiu Li didn't hesitate to take off her cold-proof jacket, put it on her body, and wrapped her tightly.

Jiang Yu didn't have time to thank him, twisting his collar, and got on the back seat of the motorcycle.

He stepped on the accelerator and drove the motorcycle towards the art class at the fastest speed within the safe range he could control.

The street was wet and there were not many pedestrians, walking in the cold wind and rain.

Seeing that he was only wearing a thin black sweater inside, Jiang Yu asked: "Jouli, are you cold?"

Qiu Li didn't look back, but smiled and said, "Do you feel bad for me?"

"No, you blocked the wind in front, and you gave me your coat."

She was upset, but apart from being upset, deep down, there was still a bit of distress in her heart.

"I won't wear it for you. You will become a swan popsicle after you take the stage. Can you still fly?"

Jiang Yu sneered, thinking his metaphor was quite vivid.

"That...thank you."

Qiu Li's tone was somewhat frivolous: "I'm afraid I'm cold, so I hold it."

"In your dreams."

Qiu Li thought about it.

When the motorcycle stopped and waited for the traffic light, he sneezed.

Jiang Yu hesitated for a few seconds, tentatively reached out and held his waist.

Even though he was separated from the clothes, Qiu Li was sensitively aware of...

Every cell in the body came alive excitedly.

She touched his skin, and she felt so numb and irritable.

"Will you hold it."

"what?"

"You're like this, use it as an ass."

As Qiuli said, she pulled her hand over, and wrapped her whole waist.

The green light came on, he restarted the engine and drove the motorcycle out.

Jiang Yuhuan hugged his thin but powerful waist and his cheeks were hot.

She had never been so intimately attached to anyone, even if she had been married to Huo Cheng, this kind of nostalgic behavior of cuddling her waist had never happened.

Only lovers who are particularly in love will hug each other like this.

Jiang Yu obviously felt that his body was very cold, the wind caught the light rain, and the cold was to the bones.

She fought out, unzipped the black jacket, and then hugged him tightly and pressed it to his back.

Qiu Li noticed the girl's warm body, the fatal feeling, which made his mind suddenly wake up.

Warm, really warm.

He needs a very strong willpower to maintain the last trace of sanity.

"Is it cold?" Jiang Yu asked quietly.

"Cold." He smiled: "Hold tighter."

She curled her lips, pressed her cheek to his back, and closed her eyes.

The sweater was velvety and shaved, and the smell of him was the smell of his body, like the lemon fragrance of soap powder.

She sniffed deeply and thought it smelled pretty good.

"Almost forgot." Qiuli turned his head and reminded: "I have breakfast in my bag. Take it out to eat."

Jiang Yu curiously touched his clothes pocket, which was very deep, and unexpectedly found a bag of buns from inside.

The buns are not cold yet, with a trace of residual warmth.

Although Jiang Yu had no appetite, he opened his pockets and started to eat.

She must quickly replenish her strength to meet the waiting game.

"In the other pocket, there is milk."

She touched the other pocket according to her words, and as expected, she took out a bag of warm milk from it.

Jiang Yu's mouth twitched: "You... are really prepared."

"Because I am a boyfriend."

Jiang Yu stopped being polite to him, bit open the milk bag, and drank gulps: "Don't say you have eggs in your pocket."

"It's true, but I'm afraid you can't eat it anymore."

"..."

After Jiang Yu finished his breakfast, Qiu Li parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the art class at 9:20.

She got out of the car and was about to take off her clothes and return it to him, but Qiu Li stopped her movement and said, "It's cold outside, go in and take off."

"Ok!"

Jiang Yu had no time to delay, and trot towards the art class.

Qiuli's whole body was frozen like ice, only the place she had hugged behind, there was still a trace of residual warmth.

However, when he was still immersed in the aftertaste of just now, the little girl suddenly turned back and ran towards him with a smile.

Qiu Li straightened his body and asked, "Did something fall..."

Before he could say anything, Jiang Yu suddenly opened his hand and hugged his neck vigorously.

"Thank you…"

She stuck to his ear and said sincerely: "Really, thank you."

The girl's warm breath slapped his ears.

In an instant, the five senses magnified, as if so many little stars had fallen from the sky.

When he was about to reach out and try to hug her, Jiang Yu had already ran away and waved at him: "Go back! I'll return the clothes to you later."

Qiuli's hand shook for a moment, and then fell.

The residual temperature in the ear is so real.

At this moment, he really felt that the world was worth it.

In this black and white world, there are places worthy of his nostalgia and love.

...

Jiang Yu hurried to the preparation room.

Seeing her, everyone in the preparation room was stunned, including Fan Danxi, who had changed clothes and was ready to take the stage.

Lin Quwen hurriedly walked over and said, "Why did you come here? I can't get through the phone. Your mother is not feeling well and has given up acting."

Jiang Yu's phone was hidden by Jiang Manyi.

"Ms. Lin, I'm fine, I can go on stage now."

Lin Quwen looked at her thin ballet dress and shivering appearance, and he probably guessed what was going on in his heart.

She didn't bother to ask too much, took Jiang Yu to the dressing room, and ordered her to dress up and post a hair clip: "Wait for Jiang Yu to be the last one on stage, warm up first, Fan Danxi is the second to last."

Fan Danxi stomped his feet and said, "Mr. Lin, I'm on the finale after I have said clearly, why should I change her now."

"This is not a formal performance. There is a finale or a finale. If you perform well, Esmera's teacher will naturally choose you; if you perform well, what's the use of the finale."

Fan Danxi glanced at Jiang Yu unwillingly, and had no choice but to do warm-up preparations alone.

Lin Quwen posted a wig to Jiang Yu while saying: "If you don't have the permission of your guardian, even if you are selected, whether you can go to school is still a big problem."

Jiang Yu narrowed his eyes, looked at the black swan lace dress covered with rain dew, and said firmly: "I want to enter Esmeral, whether she agrees or not, I must enter!"

"But if your mother insists on not allowing..."

"She has no reason to insist on objecting, and she and ballet have no deep hatred, but think I should focus on studying." Jiang Yu said: "As long as I work hard and get a satisfactory score, she will definitely agree."

Lin Quwen sighed.

Jiang Yu is extremely talented, but it is a pity that she is dragged down by her family. If she can get resources like Fan Danxi and cultivate it well, she might become the next step Tan Yan again.

"Today is the last day of Esmera's national recruitment. Both of Esmera's heavyweight mentors are here. You must perform well today, and you must not go wrong."

Jiang Yu looked at Lin Quwen and asked curiously, "It's not those two, right?"

"Yes, Bai Shuyi and Xue Jiayi."

"It's really them!" Jiang Yu exclaimed.

You know, Bai Shuyi and Xue Jiayi, in the circle, are well-known and well-known ballet artists.

They and Bu Tanyan used to be classmates. After Bu Tanyan passed away, they were also considered the two dancers most likely to replace Bu Tanyan.

In the next ten years, they won various awards at home and abroad, and became popular all over the world, becoming the top dancers in the ballet world today.

After retiring five years ago, they began to retreat behind the scenes as Esmera’s art directors, taking students to participate in various competitions around the world, and naturally became the top ballet instructors in the industry.

Unexpectedly, Bai Shuyi and Xue Jiayi, the two top tutors in the circle, will attend the Lingque art class at the same time today.

And Jiang Yu will perform in front of them in a while!

Her heart began to thump, and her drums were beating uneasily.

...

After the warm-up, Jiang Yu was ready to stand behind the scenes, watching nervously at the front desk.

At the front desk of the auditorium, the first two classmates who took the stage had not finished the dance, so they were passed ruthlessly by the tutor Xue Jiayi.

The girls around me are also discussing in whispers--

"Xue Jiayi is too strict! Just before Qiao Ziyang came on the field, she didn't even start jumping, she said he was not good in figure, too stiff, not this piece of material. Tell me, somehow let me show it!"

"Xue Jiayi is a famous'devil'. You don't know how much she has worked hard for Esmera's ballet queen position. It's a pity that she failed to win the queen's crown until she retired. It also failed to replace Bu Tanyan's position."

"Bu Tanyan is so easy to be replaced."

"So, you can imagine how'perverted' her psychology is."

"Bai Shuyi's tutor is more gentle, and he doesn't say too heavy words when commenting."

"Yes, Bai Shuyi came from a family of ballet dancers, born from grass roots like Xue Jiayi, naturally different."

...

At this moment, Fan Danxi's voice came: "Who asked you to talk about your mentor here?"

The two "little swan" girls who were just gossiping and chatting looked at each other: "Let's just... just chat casually."

"Take care of your mouth, Bu Tanyan was praised so high after she died, and she has become a classic. If she is still alive, her grades might not be as good as Xue Jiayi."

The two little swans stopped arguing with her.

You are strong, and everything you say is right.

Fan Danxi glanced at them contemptuously, stopped talking, and walked straight to the stage.

The two "little swans" saw her shoes, and the gossip soul burned again--

"She speaks for Xue Jiayi, the female demon, but it turns out that she didn't wear Bu Tan Yan's dancing shoes back then."

Jiang Yu looked at Fan Danxi curiously and found that the dance shoes she was wearing today were indeed the beautiful Elita ballet shoes that Bu Tanyan left behind.

She remembered that she had heard from classmate Chen Wei before that the Fan family had spent a lot of money to photograph the legendary dance shoes left by Bu Tanyan.

Come to think of it, it is the pair that Fan Danxi wore on his feet.

However, there are rumors that these shoes are fake, and that the real Elita dance shoes have long been lost, and they don’t know where they ended up.

Jiang Yu followed Fan Danxi to the back of the stage curtain, wanting to take a closer look at her pair of dancing shoes.

No matter whether it is true or not, it is always a rare opportunity.

On the stage, Fan Danxi set his posture, following the melody of the music, jumping and spinning like a bird on the stage.

That pair of shoes... is indeed beautiful, with a shiny satin finish, exactly the same as the pair that Jiang Yu has seen in countless videos.

The two gossiping "little swans" continued to whisper: "With these shoes, Fan Danxi has won."

"why?"

"I heard that Xue Jiayi and Bai Shuyi are Bu Tanyan's fellow students in the same class, and they have also stayed in an art troupe. If they see Fan Danxi wearing their good friends' shoes, they must have a high impression!"

"That's true."