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

Jiang Yu trot all the way, through the green playground, to the teaching building, and looked into the classroom through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The students have been lining up, holding the armrest in front of the mirror with one hand, doing squat exercises

Bai Shuyi was instructing three or four classmates to do basic movements. Seeing Jiang Yu standing by the window, she asked her to change clothes and prepare for training.

Jiang Yu went to the locker room and put on suitable personal clothes for training, stood in the back row of his classmates, and joined them to practice together.

Wen Lun, who was standing in front of her, turned her head and whispered: "Mr. Bai is guiding us to squat. You can do it with me."

Jiang Yu thanked him gratefully.

Bai Shuyi walked to Jiang Yu's side, tapped her slender legs with a teaching stick, and said: "Although the ballerina looks very long and thin, in fact it is quite powerful. We want to put our strength in Show it on the stage, which requires you to lift your body up as much as possible while squatting."

Jiang Yu followed her instructions and tried to fulfill her requirements.

Bai Shuyi shifted his gaze down, fell on her feet, and said, "I don't know what training you received before, but here I am asking for absolute norms and standards, Jiang Yu, one foot opens for me."

Jiang Yu tried a foot, and with this posture, it felt a little reluctant.

In the past, when Jiang Yu danced, he would use a posture that he felt comfortable to perform. Although it was not necessarily an absolute standard, it was within an acceptable range.

If you follow Bai Shuyi's requirements, you may not have much problem when you practice, but if you really dance, you may not be able to reach her extreme.

Although she felt uncomfortable, she completed the squat exercise training according to Bai Shuyi's request.

At the end of get out of class, Bai Shuyi told them: “After our training camp is over, we will give you a chance to show on the stage and re-evaluate the ABCDEF grade. Of course, after you enter Esmeral, there will be this at the end of each semester. A staged stage show is re-divided into classes. So students, for the goals in your mind, practice diligently and work hard."

After her encouragement, the students all stayed, determined to practice for a while.

Bai Shuyi took Wen Lun and Jiang Yu to another empty classroom and taught them individually in small classes.

"Wen Lun has no problem, Jiang Yu's problem is bigger." Bai Shuyi said without hesitation: "Jiang Yu, you dance too casually."

Jiang Yu blinked and looked at Bai Shuyi: "Yes...Is it not standardized enough?"

"Very irregular." Bai Shuyi frowned: "I don't know how your former teacher taught you, but at Esmeral, we require every dancer to be the most standardized."

Jiang Yu hesitated and said: "But on the stage, shouldn't dancers find their most comfortable state, so that they can reach their utmost."

"So you mean, professionalism and norms are not important, the most important thing is to have fun by yourself?"

"That was not what I meant."

"Do as I say, Esmera doesn't need students with too many questions."

Jiang Yu found that although Teacher Bai Shuyi was very gentle on weekdays and treated her very well, he was really strict in class.

It wasn't against her, she was just as strict with other classmates, and even told a girl to cry.

Jiang Yu knew that it was good for the teacher to be strict with them. If they are just playing with the mud, they will never grow. She entered Esmeral for the purpose of jumping better.

She fulfilled the specifications of every action in accordance with Bai Shuyi's requirements.

...

In the evening, it was a rare leisure time for Esmeral's classmates. Many girls liked to sit by the fountain green at the back of the park and have a rest and chat.

Wearing a loose hooded sweatshirt, Jiang Yu skipped a ballet excerpt from "La Traviata" that he had practiced today.

Qiu Li sat on the ground, with a stalk of grass dangling from the corner of his mouth, looking at her against the setting sun, his eyes slightly narrowed---

"This is the school you tried so hard to enter, taught you?"

Jiang Yu ignored him and continued to do big kicks: "When does your boyfriend have any ideas about ballet?"

"Every time on a date, my girlfriend is either practicing dance or looking for a place to practice dance. How can I be a professional."

Jiang Yu walked to him and squatted down: "Then tell me, why am I not good at jumping."

Qiu Li wiped the sweat from her face with her sleeves and said, "It's not as natural as before, when you used to dance, you always smiled at me, but you didn't smile at me just now."

"That's it, so our boyfriend's criterion is that I laugh at you?"

"This is very important." Qiu Li squeezed the toot meat on her face: "If you don't smile, I don't think it looks good."

"I really can't take care of it." Jiang Yu pushed his hand away, and said thoughtfully: "In the past few days, Teacher Bai has dug out a lot of details of movements. The requirements are very strict, so I must jump to the most standardized state."

"Then what's the point of this."

Jiang Yu glanced at him fiercely, and he immediately changed his words: "That's very interesting, if everyone dances exactly the same, it's like watching a robot dancing, it's so cute."

"..."

"You still speak human words."

"You used to... freely play, I look at it and feel in a good mood."

"It seems to make sense."

At this moment, a faint voice sounded: "From a professional point of view, ballet does require extremely strong norms."

Jiang Yu turned around and saw Wen Lun walking over.

He was wearing a loose casual white sweater, and after saying goodbye to three or two friends, he walked in front of Jiang Yu and Qiuli: "What you just said is not quite right. Ballet is not a personal performance like jazz street dance. Ballet is a group of people. If everyone has their own personality, then there is no way to complete the stage. Therefore, the standardization required by Bai Shuyi is very important."

When he came over, the smile and gentleness on Qiuli's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes sank.

"From an outsider's perspective, I watch my girlfriend's dance and hope she feels more comfortable, so that I will feel comfortable. If she dances unnaturally, the audience will of course feel uncomfortable."

When Wen Lun heard the words "boyfriend", he looked at Qiu Li subconsciously and asked Jiang Yu: "How did he get in?"

"He... came to help me with public service."

Wen Lun lightly glanced at the repaired shoes on Qiu Li's feet, and said: "Of course you want her to play to the extreme, but from the perspective of the overall situation of the normal stage, it is still necessary to maintain the universality of the norms. It’s my professional opinion."

Jiang Yu saw the undercurrent surging and tit-for-tat between the two people. She hurriedly said to Wen Lun: "My boyfriend doesn't understand ballet, but a layman. He is very stubborn and not easy to persuade.

Wen Lun nodded, just about to give up, but heard Qiu Li say again: "What did Tan Yan say about that step?"

"what?"

Qiu Li raised his jaw, looked at Wen Lun, and said calmly: "Bu Tanyan is recognized as the best dancer in your circle. I have watched all her performance videos. She is not what you said. She dances very casually, just like Xiaoyu before."

Qiu Li moved out "Bu Tanyan", not only Wen Lun, but Jiang Yu was stunned.

In the past, he had always had a mediocre interest in ballet, but he did not expect to search for Bu Tanyan's performance video to watch, and he also saw that he had learned something.

Obviously, he didn't seem to care about every word she said, but he actually did his homework intentionally.

Wen Lun pondered for a moment, and it seemed that he could not find any words to explain Bu Tanyan's dance. After all... she was the queen of the ballet world, and she could not have a Bu Tanyan for many years.

He murmured: "The example you gave is not universal. After all, not everyone can become Bu Tanyan."

Qiu Li sneered and said, "That's really unfortunate. Our Xiaoyu can do it."

Jiang Yu was a little embarrassed, and secretly took his hand.

I haven't seen anyone boasting about my girlfriend so much in front of outsiders.

Wen Lun smiled decently: "I can understand what you say."

Jiang Yu hurriedly said, "Don't mind, my boyfriend just has a bad temper."

"It's okay." Wen Lun said to Jiang Yu: "I want to cooperate with you in the stage show after the training camp. Let's fight for no one to drop, or continue to be Teacher Bai's students, how about?"

"Ah, of course it's good."

If she can cooperate with Wen Lun, it will definitely achieve the best results. After all, Wen Lun’s strength is currently the most outstanding among all male dancers in Esmera, and the black swan that Jiang Yu is good at is also It needs the cooperation of a "devil" or "prince".

"We have to go to class together during the day, and only have time for training in the evening. I asked the logistics teacher to get the key to the dance classroom. We have to hurry up."

"expensive."

Jiang Yu glanced at Qiuli.

Qiu Li had a calm face and made it clear that he was eating jealousy. Jiang Yu may still have to take into account his feelings more, and refused: "I might have to accompany my boyfriend, otherwise Wen Lun, you can find another girl to match it..."

Wen Lun was slightly disappointed: "Well, then I will find someone else..."

Before he finished his words, Qiu Li coldly said, "Who the **** wants you to accompany you."

After saying this, he didn't look at them more, got up and left.

Wen Lun reluctantly said: "Um...your boyfriend is a bit big-tempered."

Jiang Yu frowned slightly looking at Qiu Li's back.

Of course she knew that Qiu Li chose to leave at this time to give her a chance and not want her to miss Wen Lun's partner.

But...what's that fierce?

This bad temper.

...

When Qiu Li returned home, he was in a bad mood for a while, and Jiang Yu's text message to her was also ignored.

He felt that he was too generous today, and he kept telling himself that there was no need, Jiang Yu was his, it was impossible for him to have anything to do with that little white face.

Don't be jealous, don't embarrass her face...

But... really can't do it.

As long as he thinks of Wen Lun, think of the look in his eyes... Qiu Li feels as if there are countless venomous snakes entrenched in his heart, pervasive, drilling straight to the weakest and most inferior place in his heart.

Qiu Li slammed his back against the wall, feeling that his whole body was icy and woody, and the whole world seemed to have turned on the shielding mode, and he could not hear the sound and feel the temperature.

His mind was full... only the eyes of Wen Lun were left to look at him.

Qiu Li smoothly grabbed the knife on the table and scraped it on his arm without hesitation.

The sharp blade passed by, blood came out, ticking along the forearm.

He suddenly felt a sharp tingling, which suddenly pulled him from the numb world to the world...

It will hurt.

Anything related to Jiang Yu will feel on him.

Pain, joy, sadness... She is the only touch of color in his black and white world.

Qiu Li leaned back against the wall and fell to the ground embarrassedly.

...

Jiang Yu danced at night, feeling anxious, so he sent a text message to Qiu Li, but he did not reply to her.

This vinegar must be angry again.

The next morning, Jiang Yu got up early and went to the restaurant.

Qiu Li had come here early, in white overalls, cleaning the dinner plates that he was going to use later.

Jiang Yu sneaked behind him, ready to frighten him when he was unprepared.

The water was rushing, Jiang Yu slammed down behind him and shouted-"Hey!"

Qiu Li was completely unmoved, was not scared, did not look back, as if he hadn't heard.

Jiang Yu curled his lips and was about to complain, when he suddenly saw two more band-aids on his forearm that rolled up his sleeves.

She grabbed his arm and tore open the band-aid.

The two band-aids are connected together, and underneath is a fresh and slender wound, which at first glance is cut by a sharp knife.

Not deep, but saw blood.

Qiuli withdrew his hand and frowned slightly: "Can't you be gentle? It hurts to death."

"You still know it hurts!" Jiang Yu got excited, grabbed his arm, and said excitedly: "Look at your arm, is there any good skin! Have you forgotten what you promised me!"

Qiuli’s arms were supposed to be very beautiful. His skin was white, and the arc of blood vessels was faintly visible, but there were all kinds of self-mutilation marks on his arms. Some of them were not visible. The place where she had just torn off the band-aids. Blood beads ooze out again.

Jiang Yu felt that all the efforts he had made before seemed to be in vain.

She tried so hard to make him better, but if he didn't get rid of the bad habit of hurting his body, how could he get better.

"What's the matter with you, you clearly promised not to harm yourself!"

"You care about Laozi..."

Qiu Li withdrew his hand and continued to wash the dishes again, allowing the icy cold water to dilute the blood drops on his hand.

"Yesterday I practiced dancing with Wen Lun, you let me go."

"It's me..." Qiu Li said blankly: "I was the one who was incompetent and furious."

"Then what you ask me to do, I won't do what I listen to you, and I won't listen to you.

"Then go!"

Qiu Li understands that his mental state is very problematic, and he has been unable to control his emotions.

And the result of going on like this... is to hurt those around you.

This is why for so many years, he dare not go to his mother, dare not let her see such a broken self...

"Go!"

Jiang Yu was yelled by him and backed away, the corners of his eyes were reddish: "Don't regret if you really left."

"roll!"

Jiang Yu threw down the lotus paste bread he was going to give him, turned and left.

Qiu Li looked at the back of her leaving, then looked at the crumpled bread, suddenly feeling empty.

The moment Jiang Yu ran out of the workplace, he stumbled and rushed over, pulled her back, leaned against the wall, and hugged hard--

"Don't go, don't go, sister."

The moment he heard him calling her "elder sister", Jiang Yu's heart was crumpled.

"Son of a bitch!"

She fought hard for a few times, and then let his hot body hold it hard...

"I was wrong."

"You know it's wrong, but you will never change it." Jiang Yu's voice was crying: "No matter what I do, you will not change it, and I will never be able to help you."

Qiu Li had a broken heart.

He held the back of her head, pressed her face tightly to his chest, and rubbed his head against the hair between her neck, his voice hoarse and helpless--

"Xiao Yu, I want to be better too, don't give up on me..."