Salad Days

In the end, Jiang Shen had nowhere to vent, so he could only use it for more rehearsal rehearsals. Ai Lai's originally worried situation had never happened, and he felt quite incredible.

The date of the competition is gradually approaching. Ai Lai is more nervous than Jiang Shen. After a day of class, he suggested to Jiang Shen: "Do you want to have a video with Shen Junyi?"

Jiang Shen: "I only spoke with Master last night."

Ai Lai asked: "Did your Master say anything?"

Jiang Shen glanced at him: "Master said, just listen to you."

Ai Lai stunned, and finally said: "Then you and Liu Xingzhi video, he has more experience in the competition."

In order to let Ai Lai feel at ease, Jiang Shen really communicated the video with Liu Xingzhi after the practice. The connection there was very fast. Brother Gao Nishen frowned and leaned in front of the camera.

"Why?" Liu Xingzhi's tone hasn't changed for years, and his expression is also stinky. His dirty braid draped over his shoulders, feeling longer than when Jiang Shen walked.

Jiang Shen kissed the *blocked keywords* and shouted to him: "Brother!"

Liu Xingzhi showed a disgusted look: "Say something soon."

Jiang Shen: "I am going to participate in the Lausanne Competition!"

Liu Xingzhi tweeted: "Look at your beauty, won the gold award?"

Jiang Shen accosted: "Not yet... Brother, did you compare?"

Liu Xingzhi proudly said: "I won the gold prize two years ago. This year is far worse than Vienna. You are far worse."

Jiang Shen sincerely sighed: "Brother, you are too powerful!"

Liu Xingzhi choked, and looked like he wanted to talk and suffocated. Finally, he had no choice but to ask him: "Are you nervous about the game?"

Jiang Shen blinked: "Actually, it's okay... But Master II is afraid that I'm nervous and wants me to ask you to learn from it."

Liu Xingzhi: "..."

It’s impossible to get a lesson. The two of them are very happy to gossip. Chile and Novelie Liu Xingzhi of Ai Lai Dance Studio also know, especially Novelie, Liu Xingzhi and her relationship are not shallow.

"She has congenital heart disease." Liu Xingzhi said, "I saw her for the first time in Helsinki, the leader of female dancers, winning gold hot, classical ballet has always been the world of girls, a dancer regardless of men and women If there are 30 favorite dancers, then 25 will be female dancers."

Jiang Shen: "Is it like the elder sister?"

Liu Xingzhi was a little sour: "Jing Luoyun has more fans than me and you. The black names of the ‘Yaotai Fairies’ are called ‘Queen the Locust’.

"..." Jiang Shen only felt that the pretty sisters were so handsome even with the black name.

Liu Xingzhi continued: "Novie's match in Helsinki was not over. She suffered a heart attack in the middle of the hospital." He stopped for a while before saying, "The last time I saw her was Lausanne two years ago, I was 16, she 18. Because of her age, this is her last chance to compete in Lausanne. The result is what I just said and I won."

Jiang Shen sighed. He sat cross-legged with a serious expression, but said nothing.

Liu Xingzhi Diao Erlang said: "I thought you would blame me for not letting her."

Jiang Shen said seriously: "Brother, you are not such a person, nor is Noive."

Liu Xingzhi smiled. He held his head and looked at Jiang Shendao: "There are also many people who will come to the game here on the third floor."

Jiang Shen took a deep breath, and he finally got nervous.

Liu Xingzhi: "I will go to Viana this time, and Zhou Luoxiang will also go." His gaze was like a hawk on the grassland. "The last time Moscow lost to him, this time I must win back."

Just go and jump, Jiang Shen.

Liu Xingzhi's voice was across the ocean and the ocean.

"Go dance your love, go forward, respect your opponents, and defeat them."

At the end of January, the snow in Switzerland had not yet melted. Jiang Shen sat alone in the car hired by Ai Lai. He leaned beside the window and looked at the European-style buildings with red roofs and white walls on both sides of the street.

Because Lausanne is on the northern shore of Lake Geneva, it is across the lake from the French city of Evian-les-Bains, and it is only a half-hour drive from Geneva International Airport. In addition to the lake, the north side of this ancient city is the Jurassic Mountains It can be said that it is surrounded by mountains and rivers and has a long history.

Ai Lai is just like the old father who sent the children to the college entrance examination. He never stopped talking along the way. After a while, he said that it’s best to speak French. You should learn a few words, and then ask if you want to go to the museum and the cathedral.

Jiang Shen: "Can I go today?"

Ai Lai paused: "Let's go after the game."

Jiang Shen held his mouth childishly and lowered his head to send a message to Bai Jin on the phone.

Because of the lack of time, Bai Jin just happened to be playing the most important amateur games before entering the professional league these days. This is also the first time they have missed each other's performance (match).

Jiang Shen finished the news. As soon as he looked up, he saw the ballet poster hanging on the end of the street. Ai glanced at the navigation and said, "We have arrived at Lausanne Train Station and less than two kilometers from the Beaulieu Theater. Don't be nervous."

Jiang Shen was not embarrassed to say that he was actually not nervous, and obediently agreed to say "Uh."

The Beaulieu Theater is an elderly gentleman, "Grandpa", and its location is inconspicuous. Just in the ordinary residential area, Ai Lai put the car in a good position and led Jiang Shen to the back door of the theater, where a small blackboard was set up. Written in French: "EntreedesArtistes (artist entrance)"

Ai Laichang exhaled: "Go in, little artist."

Lausanne belongs to the international ballet B competition, and there is not much pressure on the dance students who come to Yiyi Studio, but Shen Junyi must be present as a judge.

Ai Lai saw his fellow brother from afar, still the whole body of Xianfeng Road bones white, his long eyebrows into his temples, his face paralyzed and desperate.

Shen Junyi turned her head and saw Ai Lai and Jiang Shen's eyes slightly paused.

Jiang Shen did not avoid suspicion and shouted, "Master."

Shen Junyi came over.

"Have you booked a place to live?" Shen Junyi asked Ai Lai.

Ai Lai: "Booked, how many did your students come?"

Shen Junyi: "Sixteen."

Ai Lai curled her lips and complained: "You really bring a lot, and you don't have a soft hand to get places with your entry disciples?"

Shen Junyi knew that he couldn't say good things, and he didn't mind. Looking closely at Jiang Shen, his expression finally softened: "You grow taller again."

Jiang Shen embarrassedly scratched the back of the head, and then heard Shen Junyi suddenly asked him: "Are you confident?"

Jiang Shen didn't speak. He grinned and smiled, then nodded vigorously.

Three in the afternoon in Los Angeles.

Bai Jin saw Su Fang coming in after replying to the last mobile phone message.

"The last game of your non-professional career." She shook her notebook. "A total of 81 wins and 6 losses so far."

Bai Jin put on his gloves, and he stood up, and behind him Senb covered the boxer's cloak on his shoulder.

"I will win every next game." Bai Jin waved his fist.

Su Fang laughed: "What do you pray for before the game?"

Bai Jin raised her arms to her back, and a white dance shoe lace was attached to his wrist.

Jiang Shen has changed his tights and dance shoes. He finally turned over his first pair of ballet shoes when he was sorting the bag. Zhang stood beside him, watching him holding both shoes and closing his eyes. Whispering something.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Zhi couldn't help asking.

Jiang Shen turned and smiled: "Pray before the game."

Zhang Zhi leaned over, surprised and said: "This shoe lacks a strap. Hey, have you cut it?"

Jiang Shen collected the shoes, did a few warm-up exercises, and nodded: "I gave it away."

Zhang Zhi looked puzzled.

Jiang Shen didn't explain much. He patted Zhang Zhi's back, and the judges had already called his entry number.

Bai Jin raised his head in the boxing hall, his golden cloak slipped off his shoulders, and the spotlight on the boxing platform shone above his head.

Jiang Shen took a deep breath. He spread his arms and spun out of the background, followed by a longitudinal jump, and flew into the stage, in the grand light.