I really don't want to fight with gods

Chapter 190 I haven't brushed my teeth early in the morning

And Zhuang's mother really has a Wang daughter.

This caused Jing Xiaoqiang to feel extremely guilty when he went to the dance school to pick up Wang Qian after seeing off Lu's mother.

All the students huddled around the Cherokee, booed, and sent the teacher to the car.

In fact, Wang Qian is planning to bring a few students to the city to see the world.

The precocious and sensible dancers hurriedly pulled each other not to get in the car and act as a light bulb.

Although they really want to take a car and go to the city to play.

Wang Qian could see the eyes, and kept waving her hands to say goodbye: "Oh, it seems that they really want to marry me..."

Looking back at Jing Xiaoqiang, he smiled again: "I'm not giving you a hint. Our age gap is really too big. The most important thing is that I can't delay your future. I think this way of getting along is less stressful. I just hope that the relationship between colleagues can last longer. The better."

Jing Xiaoqiang sighed: "This possibility is very high, or it may be very small. Let's go here and show you a place, and then you can mention it to Mama Zhuang to see how she thinks."

In other words, his method of leading people around him to patch up the seams is very clever.

Sure enough, Wang Qian knew about the previous dance troupe base, but that was a history of 30 to [-] years ago, and it was completely relocated ten years ago, probably to make way for the planned international community.

Did not expect to come back again.

Unlike Mu Chunlei, Wang Qian was very serious not only let Jing Xiaoqiang drive around the plot, but also got out of the car to see: "According to the plan you said, it is a dance theater, and next to it is the teaching building and dormitory of the dance school. Huh? So big?"

The land of [-] hectares is still very vast, much larger than the current dance school with one or two buildings.

Jing Xiaoqiang had a guilty conscience: "It's not all for dancing...we should also major in musical drama here."

Wang Qian couldn't help but: "Then we can dance together every day?"

As he said that, he made prayers with both hands, and performed a beautiful spin in situ, beautiful!
Jing Xiaoqiang probed: "If another art troupe is merged in, there is an art troupe at the air force base not far from yours. Well, it is also the art troupe I belong to."

Wang Qian watched her words and joked: "Why, do you have a dance partner in the art troupe?"

Jing Xiaoqiang wept bitterly: "It's not the dance partner, it's the head of our art troupe. You said that if you compete with Mama Zhuang for the head of the dance department or the dean of the dance academy, will you fail?"

Wang Qian also put away her smiling face and thought: "Zhuang's mother doesn't really care about the reputation. What she wants is to be good to the children. I don't know if the head of the group is easy to get along with, it's a bit troublesome..."

Jing Xiaoqiang regretted that he brought in a fairy to spoil the situation.

Anyway, to explain everything clearly, the art troupe may have a more urgent need for a way out than the dance school. Maybe with Mu Chunlei's attitude, since there is a merger of the art troupe, which can be regarded as a dance system, there is no need for the dance school to build a team.

Wang Qian has this opinion: "The teaching system of the art troupe is actually the same as ours. For a while, it was better than ours because of the advantages of the system. It has been affected by the policy in the past few years, and life is not easy."

Back in the car, Jing Xiaoqiang also talked about the current situation of the symphony orchestra, and Wang Qian laughed: "Why do I think you are the long-awaited reformer?"

Jing Xiaoqiang waved his hands again and again: "Don't praise me so highly..."

Wang Qian shook her head by herself: "I understand very well. I have seen many people come and go in dance troupes, orchestras, and theater troupes for fame and fortune, but they are not as talented as you, and have broad horizons and ideas. Anyway, I I will fully support you, I am full of hope like never before, I am already rehearsing "When We Were Young", solo."

Jing Xiaoqiang gave her a thumbs up.

This is like writing a thesis for a graduate student, setting up a project for a science and engineering project, and solo dance is to establish a project that will be shown to the outside world in the future. For a 25-year-old dance teacher who is considered semi-retired, it is the last fight!

Of course, the main purpose of bringing Wang Qian over at this time is to be a choreographer for the song and dance team.

Jing Xiaoqiang is definitely equipped with the best expert guidance available in the Shanghai area for this team.

Du Ruolan and the others knew Wang Qian, but more importantly, they discovered that they had an indescribable understanding.

Sleeping and forgetting to eat and sleep, practicing dancing in the small theater of the Academy of Drama until after ten o'clock, Jing Xiaoqiang wanted to send Wang Qian back, Pan Yunyan raised her hand: "We are going to the bar to take a bath...the dormitory can't be washed at this point, sweating and uncomfortable!"

Talking and acting like a baby.

Then go, since Yu Shufan took her to her office these two days, the freshman has long been dazzled by this novelty.

I didn't go back that night.

Sure enough, these people didn't intend to leave when they arrived at the bar, even Luo Li brought a change of clothes!

It's all here, and of course Wang Qian followed in to have a look curiously.

Although it is not open yet, ten "retired art soldiers" are working against the clock to familiarize themselves with various jobs, including the cash register, bartender, sound engineer, and waiter, and they are all actively working overtime to practice, saying that Mr. Cheng just left on his motorcycle.

Among them was someone else's movement and figure, and Wang Qian knew that they were colleagues at a glance.

Jing Xiaoqiang also invited Wang Qian to drink a glass of wine to warm her body, so that she can sleep easily when she goes back.

The little girls were not in a hurry to take a bath, and clamored for some drinks.

Jing Xiaoqiang personally mixed the wine...

The girls, big and small, were full of admiration again, and Yu Shufan, who heard the sound from upstairs, was seen a lot. The bartender with zero foundation is a literary soldier who can juggle.

So Jing Xiaoqiang was asked to play and sing on stage, and Wang Qian couldn't resist jumping on stage to dance with him.

The art soldiers also immediately understood that this girl's level was far beyond theirs.

The girls are brimming with happiness again, come to another song, and teach us to dance too.

It's past twelve o'clock!
The good times are so fleeting.

Yu Shufan simply invited Wang Qian to sleep with him too, the upstairs is very big!
Wang Qian also took the lead in booing and sending off the sighing Jing Xiaoqiang.

With so many beauties, it turned out to be a blessing to Yu Shufan.

What is this called.

Back to the hospital with a tired body.

An Ning was still waiting: "Why is it so late?"

She is not gentle and pleasant, she has a questioning tone.

Jing Xiaoqiang took off his clothes and went to bed without laughing: "You don't have the illusion that we are in love, do you?"

An Ning's character is: "I think there is such a possibility!"

Jing Xiaoqiang waved his hand: "Actually, I have a long-term hotel room outside. It's not that I have nowhere to go, but compared to going back to the boys' dormitory to sleep, or sleeping alone in the hotel, it's not as interesting as being with you, but this does not involve emotions, morals Come up and say that I also have the responsibility to take good care of you, and I will try to get out of bed for rehearsal tomorrow, are you ready?"

An Ning is tough: "I think I'm ready!"

Jing Xiaoqiang yawned: "Okay, go to sleep, I really experienced too many things today... In a sense, I think it's because I didn't have a good rest these days, which caused me to say the wrong thing today."

An Ning might be able to hear his exhaustion, so she tried her best to be gentle: "Tell me about it?"

Jing Xiaoqiang was really tired: "Hurry up, I have to get up at seven o'clock tomorrow morning to go to the gym, and I have to pick up someone, please let me go."

Without further ado, An Ning grabbed the pillows, quilts, books, and even the towels and underwear at hand, and smashed them!
"I'm not your pet, you can take care of it if you want, and just leave if you don't want to... You're dead!"

Her temper is really hot enough.

Jing Xiaoqiang simply wrapped himself up indifferently: "If you want to fall in love, this kind of temper is too much, no matter how much you like you, you will be scared away by this irritable personality without the ability to control your emotions , Of course I don't have this kind of thought, that's why I talk to you so calmly."

An Ning was sure that her chest injury had already healed, half-twisting violently ups and downs, her phoenix eyes wide open, really a bit fierce!

Seeing Jing Xiaoqiang getting up, he grabbed the small mirror on the bedside table and put it in front of her face: "You are so ugly, with such a distorted expression, is this what you think you are dating? Why should others tolerate your bad temper, because your talent Or your appearance? Then draw your body, and goodbye when you get tired of playing, who will have a bad temper like you for a long time?"

Then he threw the mirror on the bed, and threw all the pillows and quilts back: "At the age of eighteen or nineteen, you can still use your talent to control your temper unscrupulously, but once your advantage declines, no one will tolerate you, and this society will never tolerate you." It’s all cruel, you can’t even control your temper, how can you control your life, family, love, and partner?”

An Ning lay there for a few seconds, seeing that Jing Xiaoqiang was lying on his back again, and then whispered: "I've been alone all day, and I'm bored, and I want someone to talk to, okay? Let me change..."

Be as sincere as possible.

Unexpectedly, Jing Xiaoqiang waved his hands behind his back: "Natural nature is hard to change, An Ning, you can't change it, or if you change it, you won't be you, maybe you can succeed because of your hot temper, but I don't like you here, naked eyes It can be seen that I am more talented than you, so why should I put up with your bad temper? In a word, not everyone in this world will tolerate you, but I suggest that you learn to control as much as possible, and distinguish when you should play with your temper and calm down, such as this The timing is inappropriate.”

This time An Ning finally didn't explode, and lay there watching the big boys of the same age fall asleep soundly.

It's really hard to toss and turn, um, I can't even toss and turn. It's very irritable to lie down for more than a week.

Then in this special environment, it is really easy to put all your thoughts on the big boy next to you.

So early the next morning, Jing Xiaoqiang was awakened by his paging alarm clock, and simply packed up and put on his clothes, only to see the girl next to him staring at him with wide eyes: "Help me get up and practice, and I will also wait for the nurse to come, so Lying on your stomach is really worse than death."

Jing Xiaoqiang despised: "Then you have never died..."

But I still stretched out my hands to hold the girl's armpits from behind as safely as possible, and helped her get up and get out of bed without exerting force on her buttocks. Usually, the two nurses had to work together.

This girl is a bit underwhelming.

But for Jing Xiaoqiang, it was a flat-end snatch, easy, with two crutches under his armpits, and he released without putting pressure on the tailbone.

As soon as An Ning shook, Jing Xiaoqiang hurriedly supported her again from the front, but the girl's eyes flashed slyly, and her thick lips pressed against his!

What Jing Xiaoqiang thought was: "Ma De, I haven't brushed my teeth so early in the morning!"

(End of this chapter)