Huanxi Boy: Song Qian's crit attack at the beginning, I'm numb

When looking for a special art test training class,

Through someone's introduction, I met Xiaomeng, who is a top student who graduated from the Art Academy.

Originally, Su Cheng didn't plan to learn from her, because he felt that she was not professional in art examination institutions.

When we met later, I changed my mind.

It's not because she is beautiful, has a good figure, is Qiao Weidong's girlfriend, and is also an investment target.

It's simply because she only takes one student a year, and she is more attentive, unlike a training class, where a teacher has to take at least ten or eight students.

The fee is not outrageous, 500 yuan per hour a day.

"Chengzi, why didn't you come here today..."

the phone is connected,

Su Cheng made up a reason:

"Sister Xiaomeng, I'm sorry, I took a nap at noon and overslept, why don't I go tomorrow."

Xiaomeng is a yoga teacher who teaches yoga in a yoga studio near the community.

On weekdays, I take advantage of the fact that the yoga studio does not teach classes at noon, and go to the venue over there to learn vocal music performance.

It's time, it's past two o'clock, the yoga studio must have classes.

"Cheng Zi, how about this? I still have more than an hour to go to class, so you can come to my house..."

On the other side of the phone, Xiaomeng hesitated to think about it, and made a suggestion.

The students I taught before were all women, and they basically went to home for one-on-one guidance.

Su Cheng is a man, so he went to the yoga studio because it was inconvenient.

Just give me some guidance, one hour is 500 yuan, which is the same as picking up money for nothing.

Xiaomeng is reluctant to miss every day of picking up money.

On top of that, she had other expectations.

"Home?"

Su Cheng hesitated slightly.

But the other party didn't mind, so they didn't object.

The phone hung up for a while,

Su Cheng received Xiaomeng's message and went to her home according to the address.

The place where Xiaomeng lives is not far away,

Take a taxi for ten minutes,

It's the first time I come to the door, out of courtesy,

While waiting for the special car, Su Cheng went to the supermarket to buy a durian.

Coincidentally, Xiaomeng just came back from the yoga studio.

As soon as he arrived in the community, Su Cheng saw her.

[Investment target: Xiaomeng. 】

[Investment risk: four stars. 】

[Investment introduction: Some love vanity and yearn for a peaceful and prosperous life. 】

[Investment income: 5 points. 】

[Investment tip: I like everything that has something to do with luxury. 】

【Investment progress: 56%】.

Chapter 3 The Rhythm of Joy (seeking flowers for evaluation)

"Why are you so polite, why did you buy a durian..."

Xiaomeng came over with a bit of reproach in her tone,

Su Cheng didn't know how to answer these words, so he responded with a smile.

"However, since I bought it, I will not be polite..."

Xiaomeng smiled happily and led the way.

After getting along for a month, she also got used to the shyness of this big boy and didn't like to talk.

This neighborhood is all high-rise.

The place where Xiaomeng lives is on the 22nd floor.

Su Cheng followed her to the house, and when he entered the house, he could see a bed.

It seems to be a one-bedroom room, not much space, and a little messy.

Especially on the bed, there are a lot of clothes, and...

Su Cheng glanced at it, stopped breathing, and moved his gaze elsewhere.

At this time, Xiaomeng also found out that something was wrong, so she hurried over and stuffed everything into Xia Liang's quilt.

Looking at the curve she bent over and outlined,

Thinking about those little clothes,

Su Cheng felt that the whole room was filled with a dry heat, and he couldn't breathe, so he walked outside, closed the door, and gave Xiaomeng enough time to tidy up.

After a few minutes,

Xiaomeng opened the door, and she didn't know whether it was because of her busy schedule or the heat, her fair face turned red.

"Okay, come in, the house is a bit messy, don't look outside, I got up late in the morning, and I didn't have time to clean up..."

Xiaomeng explained, let the door open.

Su Cheng didn't know what to say, so he entered the room again.

After tidying up, the bed is better,

In front of the bed, there is also some more space.

"Why are you so stupid, still carrying durians, don't feel tired, give me, and give me the backpack..."

Xiaomeng looked at him, joked, took the durian and the backpack and put them away, then turned on the Bluetooth speaker with the phone,

"Today, we talk about rhythm, the most important thing in dance is rhythm;

"What is rhythm, a simple understanding, is to step on the point, stick to the beat, and the dance moves are consistent with the beat;

"But deep down, rhythm is the body's cognition of music;

"That is to say, follow the rhythm of the music and swing freely, rhythmically jump, and regularly move;

"Dancing is a human instinct, and if there is a rhythm, you can't help shaking;

“We want to reinforce the feeling in this area;

"Now, you relax, listen to the music, shake your body from side to side, and look for the feeling..."

For demonstration purposes,

Xiaomeng is also rhythmically moving beside her,

For convenience,

When she came back, she only changed the yoga pants into a skirt. She kept the sports vest on her upper body and wore a sun protection suit.

It's hot in the room,

At this time, she took off the sun protection clothing.

The curves outlined by the sports vest, accompanied by the rhythm of the music,

Keep jumping into the eye.

Su Cheng felt that the room was even hotter.

A song, a few minutes.

One hour and 60 minutes is just the time for more than ten songs.

Rhythm of six or seven songs,

Su Cheng couldn't move anymore, his back hurts.

"Sister Xiaomeng, it's a little hot, let's rest for a while..."

Su Cheng leaned against the edge of the bed and sat on the floor, lowered his head, pretending to be panting heavily.

"Okay, here's the water..."

Xiaomeng took two bottles of water and sat on the edge of the bed, and handed one to Su Cheng.

"thanks……"

Su Cheng turned his head to catch the water, unable to breathe.

The sports vest on Xiaomeng's body is relatively conservative, with a small neckline, but she can still see her beautiful collarbone.

In summer, the house is hot, and it seems to be sweaty, with a moist luster, and a bit more mysterious temptation.

She sat on the edge of the bed, high up.

close at hand,

Looking sideways from the floor, the outline of the curve seems to jump directly into the eyes and heart.

Glance.

Su Cheng withdrew his gaze, and the blood volume lost by the critical attack could not be replenished even by drinking a few sips of water.

Especially in Yu Guangzhong, Xiaomeng's slender and straight legs were still moving and swaying to the rhythm of the music.

The smell of perfume kept coming.