Holding You Into My Arms

Shen Zhan said that he had put out the fire, and he didn't know what to put out.

Lin Jiayin sat cross-legged on the sofa with her elbows on her knees and staring at the background wall with her cheeks supported.

The corners of the mouth slowly turned upwards.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, her beauty, kissed so tenderly.

Thinking of the girl manga I watched before, it's really worse than ever.

Today's small step is a big step to defeat the big beauty.

Lin Jiayin was so shy that she couldn't help burying her face in her palm.

After a few minutes.

"Sleep." Shen Zhan came after taking a shower, wiping his hair.

Lin Jiayin raised her head and looked at him blinkingly.

"Can I sleep with you?"

Now that I have kissed, I don’t want my face.

If Shen Zhan picked up the corner of his eyes, he glanced over her legs without pants, "better not."

He didn't want to take a second cold bath.

Lin Jiayin responded in a low voice, "Okay."

Shen Zhan dried his hair and walked back to the bathroom again with a towel.

"Don't forget to wash your clothes and put them in the dryer." He reminded.

"Yes." Lin Jiayin stood up, almost out of clothes tomorrow.

Shen Zhan hung up the towel and turned around: "I'm going to bed first."

Lin Jiayin: "Go to sleep, I will go to bed after I wash my clothes."

Shen Zhan nodded lightly and walked out of the bathroom.

With a gentle sound after closing the door, the room returned to quiet.

Lin Jiayin washed the clothes and waited for it to dry before entering the next room.

As she passed by Shen Zhan's room, she stood outside the door, holding her breath to listen to the sound inside.

There was no movement, he curled his lips and walked to the guest bedroom.

Lin Jiayin's living habits have always been very good, going to bed early and getting up early.

It was past 12 o'clock and she was too sleepy.

Lying on the bed and holding the quilt, Lin Jiayin quickly fell asleep.

At the same time, another bedroom is separated by a wall.

The man folded his hands behind his head, and the quilt was pulled to his chest, his head tilted, his eyes falling out of the window.

The sound of rain is getting smaller and the night is dark.

After a while, he took out the hand resting on the back of his head, slowly lowered it along the neck, and stopped when he reached the chin.

Then, the thumb pressed to the corner of the mouth.

The sweetness of strawberry chocolate seems to remain on it.

His eyebrows stretched out at this moment, and he didn't know what was thinking, and the corners of his mouth curled up like an arc.

The next morning, Lin Jiayin and Shen Zhan went out together.

When walking out of the gate of the community, Shen Zhan coughed.

Lin Jiayin turned her head too far: "Have a cold?"

When I got up this morning, my throat was a little dry. Shen Zhan rubbed his nose and said casually, "It's not serious."

"I think you..." Lin Jiayin chose the wording: "Isn't the body very good?"

After speaking, she frowned and looked worried.

The temperature in June is not too low. You can catch a cold after a rain, and your resistance is a bit poor.

Shen Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Really."

Lin Jiayin nodded: "It's also raining, so I don't have a cold."

Shen Zhan smiled and said nothing.

Lin Jiayin remembered something and patted her head: "I know! You must have caught a cold from the cold water bath last night."

Shen Zhan hummed in agreement, and then grabbed the hand that slapped her on the top of the head, in a lazy tone: "Don't shoot, you are not very smart."

"..."

Lin Jiayin pursed her lips.

The inviting taxi stopped in front of him, and Shen Zhan opened the door of the co-pilot.

Lin Jiayin was surprised: "Are you not going to school?"

Shen Zhan: "Don't go."

"Ah, where are you going?" Lin Jiayin thought he was going to school with her.

Shen Zhan sighed, leaned slightly, his eyebrows narrowed slightly, and he whispered: "No more bicycles?"

"Yes." Lin Jiayin remembered the bicycle locked in Qingjiang Avenue and nodded.

Shen Zhan straightened up: "You go to school first, I will ride my bike back."

"then you--"

"Will go to school." Shen Zhan took her words lazily.

"Good news, where have you been!" Tao Mo was halfway through makeup, and when he heard the door opening, he quickly got up: "I didn't see you when I got up, and I didn't say yes to you. There was no one in the toilet on the bed."

Lin Jiayin took a deep breath.

She forgot about it, Tao Mo had already gone to bed when she went out last night.

Just when she wondered what to explain.

"Did you run in the morning?" Tao Mo saw a few fine sweat oozing from her forehead.

Lin Jiayin nodded heavily.

"Why don't you call me?" Tao Mo put on eyeshadow in the mirror.

"I see you are sleeping!" Lin Jiayin said.

Tao Mo picked up the lipstick: "Will you run tomorrow? Call me if you run. My weight has risen linearly recently."

"Run, run tomorrow." Lin Jiayin, who was afraid of exposure, nodded again.

Tao Mo squeezed her lipstick. The lipstick that is known as the king of out of stock is really not bad, and the face in the mirror is turned white.

Lin Jiayin opened the closet and took out the practice clothes: "Aren't you allowed to wear makeup in Teacher Wang's class?"

Tao Mo snorted, "Say it's not allowed, who hasn't melted it?"

She glanced at Lin Jiayin, who was changing clothes. "Our class doesn't make you wear-up. You are also born with white skin and red lips."

Lin Jiayin folded the practice clothes and put them in the backpack.

Tao Mo said with envy, "If I were you, I won't save time and money."

With that, she looked at the 499-yuan out-of-stock king on the table and frowned.

"Anyway, I will sweat when I wait, and I will wear makeup after applying it." Lin Jiayin finished cleaning up and sat in a chair waiting for her.

Tao Mo shrugged, "I don't care. I don't have the energy to dance in front of the mirror without makeup."

Lin Jiayin smiled uncomprehendingly.

Tao Mo drew eyebrows in front of the mirror.

Lin Jiayin reminded: "I'm going to be late, it's Teacher Wang's class."

"Fuck." Tao Mo glanced at the phone, "There are still ten minutes."

There was a lot of cosmetics scattered on the table, Tao Mo ignored him, "I will go to the toilet when I come back, and wait for me soon!"

Lin Jiayin replied cleverly: "Okay."

Looking at her empty backpack hanging on the back of her chair, Lin Jiayin asked, "Have you installed the practice clothes?"

Tao Mo's voice came from the toilet: "No--"

Lin Jiayin stood up, folded it and put it in the backpack: "I put it in for you."

"Sister Lin, I love you!" Tao Mo shouted from the toilet.

The bedroom was on the fifth floor. After Dong Dong Dong ran down, Lin Jiayin was depressed to find that there was no bicycle.

Tao Mo asked: "Where's your bike?"

Lin Jiayin hesitated to lend to others.

"Who did you borrow?" Don't everyone have bicycles? Before she could answer, Tao Mo said anxiously, "It doesn't matter, stand up and I will take you." Tao Mo kicked off the tripod and looked at Lin Jiayin. .

Lin Jiayin stepped on the axle of the rear wheel and held her shoulder.

Tao Mo kicked so fast and almost fell on the way. In the end, she didn't escape Wang Zhenyi, who was standing at the door of the dance studio catching late.

"One minute and twenty seconds, forty lower backs." Wang Zhenyi glanced at the phone screen and raised her head and said sternly.

Tao Mo smiled and pleaded: "Wang Lao——"

"Fifty." Wang Zhenyi frowned.

Lin Jiayin pulled Tao Mo's sleeve, shook her head, and motioned to her to stop talking.

Wang Zhenyi turned his head and slapped his chin twice at the classmate who was pressing the railing in the dance studio: "All come and gather."

Everyone put down their legs and quickly walked over to line up.

She looked at everyone: "Get on the scale according to the student number." Then she pointed to the door: "If you weigh more than 55kg, just get out of the classroom."

Several girls who knew they were close to the sideline swallowed and looked at each other.

"You two go to the corner and lower your waist, fifty times, and stop for five seconds." Wang Zhenyi looked back again, "count it by yourself, you can't count one less, come back on the scale after you finish."

Lin Jiayin nodded and took Tao Mo to the back of the dance studio.

Tao Mo leaned on the ground with his backhand, looking at Lin Jiayin with his head down, and whispered: "Wang Yizhen is an old witch. If she can't do it by herself, she throws her anger on us.

Lin Jiayin panted, "Stop talking, do it, it's still twenty."

Tao Mo got up, took a breath, and lowered her waist.

She continued to complain: "It was originally, let her give me a try next?"

Lin Jiayin: "Teacher Wang is injured in the waist."

Tao Mo snorted, "So she was mentally unbalanced and abused us hard."

Compared with the other teachers in the dance school, Wang Yizhen is quite young, only 26 years old this year, but strictly like a fifty or sixty-year-old staid professor across the lake.

Lin Jiayin shook her head, disagreeing with her statement.

Tao Mo said again: "I sat in the position of chief at the age of twenty-five, but within half a year he retired to become a teacher in our school because of a waist injury."

"Seeing that we can dance and spin is definitely not reconciled, so if we don't agree with us, we will be sent off." Tao Mo stood up and said to her: "I'm just jealous of us!"

Wasn't it punished because of being late? Why did it become disagreement.

Lin Jiayin watched her stand up, "Are you finished?"

She obviously only counted to forty-one.

Tao Mo nodded, "It's done."

After Lin Jiayin's waist down the last nine times, her eyes wetted with sweat, she wiped it, and went to the front with Tao Mo to get on the electronic scale.

44kg, Wang Yizhen nodded with satisfaction.

When Tao Mo was on the electronic scale, Wang Yizhen's expression suddenly changed.

"Tao Mo, are you a pig!" Wang Yizhen said angrily: "Isn't managing your figure what dance major?"

The girls who stood up on the scale and stood in line all smiled.

Tao Mo hooked her head as said, her fingers kept tugging at the corners of her clothes, very embarrassed.

"I weighed 1kg last week, and 0.5kg this week." Wang Yizhen knocked on the record book. "If you grow like this, which boy can support you?"

Tao Mo bit her lip. She weighed only 0.2kg last night, and she didn't eat breakfast or drink water.

Wang Yizhen glanced at several girls in the back row: "The same is true for you. The next week's body is important to increase and not decrease, so don't come to my class."

After Wang Yizhen finished speaking, she patted her hands again: "Alright, rehearse."

The rehearsed dance repertoire is "Green Belt and Wind", directed by Wang Yizhen, in order to participate in the lotus award dance competition next month.

The music of beating the bells and drums sounded, and everyone stood in their positions and played well.

Lift your breath, collapse your waist, cover your sleeves.

The ends of the eyes are emotional, and the corners of the mouth are smiling.

As the lead dancer, Lin Jiayin stood in the middle position, pretending to cover a half of her face with sleeves, with a subtle and charming expression.

Halfway through, everyone was still, as if time and space were frozen.

Lin Jiayin's sleeves covered her eyebrows, the bottom plate remained steady, her right foot stretched straight, and the tip slowly kicked back and up.

Reaching the highest point, he slammed into the drum, turned and turned, turning his left foot 180 degrees.

The sleeves were thrown out together with the body.

The music gradually calmed down, she wanted to go left first, stay first if she wanted to go, sometimes implicit and sometimes charming.

A series of actions are smooth and flowing.

The drum beats intensively again, and the others followed her twisting to the right, throwing their sleeves.

The music stopped and the dance ended.

Lin Jiayin broke away from her emotions until she put her hands down and took a breath.

Wang Yizhen, who was standing in front, had no expression on her face, only when she saw Lin Jiayin, her brows slightly raised.

She walked over and asked coldly, "What are you all dancing for!"

"I've been rehearsing for more than half a month, just jump like this for me?"

"Do you know how to express feelings with your body?"

"Just what kind of prize you get, you only deserve to go running."

Everyone was sternly reprimanded.

Wang Yizhen sneered: "I haven't thought about it. I can make mistakes even when jumping and turning."

His eyes fell on Lin Jiayin, "Lin Jiayin is out."

Lin Jiayin was shocked and took a step forward.

Wang Yizhen's tone slowed down: "You come to show everyone a standard jump translation."

Science and Technology Lab.

Lin Qingxuan sat in his seat, raised Erlang's legs, and called Shen Zhan.

After several calls, no one answered.

Lin Qingxuan put down the phone and scratched his head irritably: "I won't answer the phone. Where can I find someone."

There was a problem in project debugging, and no one in the room could solve it. They had to sit and wait for Shen Zhan to come.

Zhu Xiaomei squeaked the potato chips, her voice made Lin Qingxuan a headache.

He walked over and snatched her potato chips: "Don't eat it, you see that your face is round."

Fu Yanzhou took it back again, and put it back into Zhu Xiaomei's hand: "Why don't Xiaomei eat it? It's not you with the round face."

"..."

Lin Qingxuan looked at Fu Yanzhou, who had the same bangs as Xiaomei, and opened his mouth without speaking.

Zhu Xiaomei squeaked the potato chips again: "Senior Lin, don't worry."

Lin Qingxuan took a deep breath, "Can I not be in a hurry? I have to hand it in before six in the afternoon."

Fu Yanzhou reached out his hand and pressed the frame of the glasses, "There are still eight full hours left."

Zhu Xiaomei echoed: "As soon as Senior Shen comes, it can be done in ten minutes."

After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Lin Qingxuan sighed, thinking about it, Shen Zhan is a **** god.

He returned to his seat and sat quietly for a while, and suddenly came out of the laboratory because of a sudden urination.

As he passed the corridor, he glanced down casually.

Fuck.

Shen Zhan isn't here anymore.

Fuck me.

I came here by bike.

Lin Qingxuan stopped and leaned on the railing to look intently.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, it's shocked.

Women's bicycles, even the baskets are pale pink.

Absolutely.

Up.

The author has something to say: This chapter is still a red envelope, and the next chapter will be seen tomorrow.

You must come! (I think of Lu Xingcai's tone inexplicably, yes, that's it)

The cover is also changed, don’t delete it by mistake.