Huayu 2021: Isn’t he in the technology field?

Chapter 174 Cunzi's Acting Skills Awards, He Really Dares to Come?
The sun was shining obliquely into the dance studio at ten o'clock in the morning. When Jiang Qing pushed open the glass door, she saw Liu Haocun leaping into the air.

The hem of her white training uniform fluttered like butterfly wings, and her pointed toes traced graceful trajectories in the sunlight. Upon landing, she landed with her toes touching the ground and spinning three perfect whip spins.

Throughout, she wore an elegant, gentle smile.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, noticing that the girl's dancing style was somewhat different from her usual demeanor.

Quiet, gentle, and very charming.

"Although I don't know much about dance, it looks beautiful."

He gave a heartfelt compliment and clapped his hands gently as he approached.

The applause startled Liu Haocun, causing him to stumble half a step, his tied ponytail brushing against his flushed cheeks as he turned his head.

Upon seeing who it was, she leaned on the barre, tilted her head, and chuckled softly, beads of sweat sliding down her neck and into the smooth lines of her collarbone.

"It's rare for Dr. Jiang to praise me like this, so I'm quite happy."

Jiang Qing picked up a mineral water bottle from the ground and tossed it over, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"but……"

He deliberately dragged out the last syllable.

"I don't know much about dance, so I'd like to ask if this is the level of the Beijing Dance Academy?"

"you!!!"

Liu Haocun frowned, paused in twisting the bottle cap, and suddenly twisted his waist to shake out water droplets.

Water droplets traced tiny rainbows in the sunlight, and a few splashed onto Jiang Qing's shirt cuffs.

"Oh, I'm sorry, how about I buy you a new one?"

She hopped closer, bringing with her a warm, fragrant scent, without any unpleasant odor despite being sweaty.

The training clothes were soaked through and clung to the skin, appearing and disappearing with each breath.

Jiang Qing's eyes flickered, and she took a half step back, bumping into the mirror wall.

"Put on your coat."

"I won't!"

Liu Haocun deliberately kicked the cardigan draped over the barre away and spun around on tiptoe.

Sunlight chased after her flowing black hair, casting swaying shadows on the floor.

Jiang Qing's phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket. She took it out and opened it, and a selfie sent by Zhou Ye popped up on the screen.

In the photo, the girl tilts her head and makes a peace sign, her eyes crinkling with laughter, captioned "Let's go!"

Liu Haocun glanced at the photo, then casually slung his cardigan over his shoulder with his toes.

"Would you like to see my newly choreographed modern dance, Mr. Jiang?"

Immediately, without waiting for his reply, she pressed the sound switch.

The moment the electronic drumbeats blared, she suddenly pulled her ponytail open, and her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Jiang Qing watched as the figure in the mirror switched from classical elegance to street jazz, with strands of hair brushing against his neck when he tossed his hair, and the back of his neck almost touching the tip of his shoe when he bent over.

His back was already pressed against the cold mirror wall, and the corner of his shirt was lifted up by the wind brought up by Liu Haocun's spinning.

She suddenly leaned back on one foot, her neck arching into the shape of a swan's neck, her sweat-soaked workout clothes creating transparent folds at her waist.

"Is this a blend of modern and jazz? It feels very unique."

Jiang Qing stroked his chin, a look of great interest on his face.

"Yes, how do you feel?"

"It's not quite what I expected."

Liu Haocun suddenly twisted and moved closer, his right hand sliding along his undulating ribcage to his hip bone.

"Modern dance is about expressing your true nature."

She pressed her toes against the tip of his leather shoe and drew clockwise circles, her taut instep remarkably steady.

How's my new attempt?

The Bluetooth speaker suddenly switched to a mix of violin and electronic drums. As she spun around, her ponytail brushed against Jiang Qing's chin, causing a ticklish sensation.

Jiang Qing watched as she split into nine dancing shadows in the nine-square mirror wall. The extensibility of modern dance was combined with the syncopated rhythm of jazz dance. When she knelt on one knee and leaned back, the curve of her lumbar spine was like a willow branch blown by the wind. When she stood up, it transformed into a taut mechanical arm.

Sweat-dampened stray hairs clung to his temples, rising and falling with the undulating twists of his neck.

"The wave just now broke out."

He gently tapped the arch of her foot with the tip of his shoe as she was about to land.

Liu Haocun slid down to the ground, his legs split into a perfect split, his taut toes barely touching the edge of Jiang Qing's trouser leg.

"Doesn't Dr. Jiang not understand dance?"

Sweat rolled down her collarbone and into her collar. She lifted her leg and used her toes to hold the loose hem of his shirt.

"How about Dr. Jiang demonstrates the standard wave for me?"

The electronic mix suddenly shifted to a slow tempo, and she jumped up, knocking over a mineral water bottle.

The water flowed over their intertwined shadows, and Jiang Qing watched as she transformed into a writhing mermaid in the water's reflection.

When modern dance's improvisation meets the syncopated rhythm of jazz dance, her spine curls up segment by segment as if it were hinged when she supports herself in a handstand on one arm, but when she lands, it transforms into the signature bouncing motion of jazz dance.

"I really don't understand; I can only talk about it theoretically, and besides..."

His eyes flickered, and he reached out to gently support her waistline as she was about to lose her balance.

"Your breathing is disordered."

Liu Haocun suddenly turned around, his face close to Liu Haocun's, his nose brushing against Liu Haocun's chest.

"I'll let you hear my breathing."

A sweaty back bumps against the mirror, and nine reflections in the mirror simultaneously perform a classic jazz dance head-shaking motion.

Sunlight streamed through the window and climbed onto her taut instep, turning it a translucent amber color.

As she finished the last floor move, she suddenly reached out and grabbed his collar, pulling him down.

"Does it look good?"

With their noses less than five centimeters apart, he could clearly see each individual eyelash.

"good."

Jiang Qing supported herself against the mirror with one hand and unbuttoned her collar with the other.

Liu Haocun then fell to the ground, hugged his knees, and laughed with his head tilted back.

"How about dancing with Ye Zi?"

"She was doing children's radio calisthenics."

Jiang Qing recalled Zhou Ye's clumsy movements as he sang in Peach Blossom Village and gave an objective evaluation with a smile.

Jiang Qing, you're finished!

Liu Haocun grabbed a pair of sneakers and pretended to smash them.

"Wait until I tell Noko..."

Jiang Qing's phone suddenly beeped with a notification sound. She glanced at the message and immediately headed out.

"Let's go, I'll treat you to lunch."

"I want to eat Japanese food!"

Liu Haocun's eyes crinkled into a smile as he leaped up and chased after him, his canvas shoelaces slapping loudly on the ground.

Forty minutes later, in a tatami room at a Japanese restaurant.

Liu Haocun rolled the sushi in the wasabi dish three times, then suddenly peeked at Jiang Qing's phone.

"Yezi is asking you what you're doing?"

She deliberately dragged out the sound, bringing the wasabi-dipped sushi to his lips.

"Mr. Jiang, should we take a picture and report it?"

Jiang Qing turned her head away and took the Arctic surf clam from the tip of her chopsticks.

"Don't talk while eating."

"Stop pretending to be so serious!"

Liu Haocun kicked off his shoes and glared at him.

"Last time by the bay window"

"Liu Haocun".

The bamboo curtain was suddenly lifted, and the waiter stood frozen at the doorway with a sashimi platter in hand.

Liu Haocun quickly withdrew his foot, picked up his teacup, and smiled innocently.

"Salmon should be served with lemon juice!"

As soon as the waiter left, she immediately changed her expression and lightly kicked his knee.

"Why are you being so fierce! You're just as serious when you're having dinner with Zhou Ye?"

"She wouldn't put her feet inside someone else's trousers."

"Jiang Qing!"

Liu Haocun slammed his chopsticks on the table and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

The dipping sauce dish was knocked over, and soy sauce dripped down the edge of the table onto the white socks.

Jiang Qing sighed inwardly and handed over a tissue.

"The makeup is beautiful."

"I want you to take care of it!"

She grabbed a tissue and blew her nose hard, causing her eyeliner to smudge and turn her into a panda eye.

"Why did you hang up on me last time?"

"The time and place are not suitable."

He couldn't very well say that Tongtong had hung up on him.

"Ah……"

A cold laugh rang out, and the private room suddenly fell silent. The crisp sound of bamboo tubes striking stones in the courtyard was exceptionally clear.

Liu Haocun grabbed the hem of his shirt and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Never mind, I have no right to ask anyway."

She tilted her head back and swallowed the entire glass of sake, the sake spilling out as her slender neck rolled and slid into her collar.

"Dr. Jiang, would you like to try the newly arrived bluefin tuna? It's on me!"

"Stop drinking."

Jiang Qing pressed down on her hand as she poured the wine, looking at her reddened eyes.

"Isn't there a magazine photoshoot this afternoon?"

"You remember?"

Liu Haocun's eyes suddenly lit up, then he quickly lowered his head again.

"Anyway, nobody's going to watch it after it's filmed. Unlike JD.com's brand ambassadors."

Her expression was incredibly pitiful, and her voice was full of self-pity.

The sashimi knife suddenly cut her fingertip, and as blood beaded out, she cried out softly and put her finger in her mouth.

Jiang Qing grabbed her wrist to check the wound.

"I'll go ask the waiter for a band-aid."

"Want to snort~" Liu Haocun took the opportunity to snuggle into his arms, his injured fingertips rubbing against his shirt.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

"Liu Haocun!"

"Okay, okay! I have it!"

She jumped up, rummaged through her bag, and pulled out a band-aid, patting it into his palm.

"Please help me stick it on~"

Even though he knew that the girl had orchestrated the whole thing herself, Jiang Qing still took the band-aid and wrapped it around her slender fingers.

This is the kind of girl who, even knowing exactly what she's thinking, still falls for her charms.

She strikes a perfect balance, making you feel helpless and sorry for her, and then she'll act cute at the right time so you won't get really angry.

In short, very good at it.

Watching Jiang Qing carefully bandage her fingers, the girl's lips curled up into a barely perceptible smile.

At noon, Liu Haocun was taking a selfie with his phone.

In the video, she leans her head on Jiang Qing's shoulder, her injured fingers forming a heart shape.

"How about I post this on your Weibo?"

She waved her phone closer to him with a mischievous grin.

"Caption: Thank you, General Manager Jiang, for your dance instruction!"

Jiang Qing picked up the last piece of salmon and stuffed it into her mouth.

"I forgot my account password."

"Boring!"

Liu Haocun mumbled something while chewing on the raw fish, then suddenly reached out and loosened his collar.

"Did I bite him?"

The red marks under her neck had turned bluish, and she leaned closer and blew on them.

"If Ye Zi saw this, she'd be furious, hee hee~"

Just as Jiang Qing was about to speak, she had already jumped onto the stone path in the courtyard.

Her canvas shoes shattered the sunlight on the ground as she turned and walked backwards with her arms outstretched.

"Jiang Qing!"

Ginkgo leaves fluttered down onto her shoulders, and her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.

"Next time, when my new dance is choreographed, I'll be the first to perform a solo for you, okay?"

A gentle breeze lifted the hem of her shirt, revealing her slender waist, so white it was dazzling.

"Look at the time."

Jiang Qing squinted slightly; the girl opposite him seemed to be basking in the sunlight.

"Oh."

She kicked a pebble away and suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

"Look! There's an airplane!"

The moment Jiang Qing subconsciously tilted her head back, her cheek was assaulted by a soft, warm touch.

Liu Haocun instantly jumped three meters away and ran towards the parking lot with a smile.

"Deposit received!"

Her voice trailed off in the sweltering wind.

Jiang Qing touched the wet lip print on her cheek, shook her head and chuckled.

A few minutes later, in the parking lot, Liu Haocun leaned against the car window and waved.

"I might have lunch with the magazine's editor-in-chief after my shoot this afternoon. I'll look for you afterwards?"

"I have something to do tonight..."

"I know~"

She interrupted him, suddenly leaning into the car window and whispering quickly in his ear.

"Your shirt button is broken."

As the red sports car roared away, Jiang Qing looked down and saw that the buttons were neatly woven, realizing that he had been fooled by this girl again.

In the rearview mirror, Liu Haocun was holding the steering wheel with one hand, grinning like a cat that had just stolen some fish.

"President Jiang, what should we do now?"

Chen Duo suppressed a laugh and gave a reminder from the driver's seat.

"Go to the airport."

"You told me to pick it up, but now... oh, I see!"

Seeing Jiang Qing's eyes suddenly narrow in the rearview mirror, Chen Duo immediately fell silent and quickly started the car.

As he drove out of the parking lot, he glanced at Jiang Qing, who was resting with her eyes closed in the back seat, and muttered to himself.

Previously, everyone at the company privately worried about Jiang Qing's partner, fearing that he would become so engrossed in coding that he would neglect his personal relationships.

Good guy!
This day, I just saw one off in the morning, another one came to see, and now I have to pick up another one. I have to deal with three girls in one day!

Isn't this the epitome of a player?

Has some hidden switch been turned on for President Jiang?

Tut tut...

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At 3:17 p.m., Tian Xiwei walked briskly towards the exit of Terminal 3 at Beijing Capital International Airport, pushing a silver suitcase.

A black face mask covered most of her face. A black and white cropped T-shirt paired with a black knee-length skirt accentuated her slender, fair waistline, and the skirt rippled with her steps.

As she walked to the underground parking lot, she stood on tiptoe and peered out. Her long hair swept across her fair collarbone, and her big eyes under her straight bangs blinked. When she saw Chen Duo, she waved to him from afar.

"Brother Duo! It's so hot here, we're melting!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Tian."

Chen Duo smiled as he took the luggage and put it in the trunk. Tian Xiwei suddenly froze when she opened the car door. In the shadows of the back seat, Jiang Qing was typing on a keyboard, the blue light from the screen highlighting the contours of his profile.

Her long legs, clad in a black miniskirt, swiftly strode into the carriage, her eyes filled with joy.

"Didn't you say you couldn't come?"

Jiang Qing closed her notebook and reached out to stop her from lunging at her.

"I didn't have anything else to do, so I came over."

He looked at the girl who had taken off her mask and saw that her big, round eyes had turned into two thin slits when she smiled.

"Liar! He's clearly still busy with work!"

Tian Xiwei grabbed his wrist and shook it, tilting her head up and grinning from ear to ear.

"If I had known you were coming, I should have worn that backless dress!"

She suddenly leaned closer, the neckline of her short T-shirt revealing an alluring curve.

"Look at my new eyelash extensions, don't they look like little fans?"

Chen Duo, in the driver's seat, coughed twice.

Jiang Qing pulled her hand back and lowered the air conditioner temperature by two degrees.

"seat belt."

Tian Xiwei pouted as she fastened her seatbelt and took out a small mirror to touch up her lipstick.

"Wait a minute, I want to eat a nine-compartment hot pot! Spicy broth with tripe!"

"I ordered Chaozhou-style congee."

Jiang Qing took out a wet wipe from the storage compartment and handed it over.

"Oh dear~ Jiang Qing~"

She leaned against his shoulder, her voice sweet and cloying.

"They ate salads for half a month on set."

"Yesterday's spicy rabbit head?"

"I……"

The girl was speechless for a moment.

Just then, the car navigation system announced a traffic jam warning, and Tian Xiwei took the opportunity to press her burning cheek against his shoulder.

"I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up when we get there."

A sweet scent wafted up with each breath, and as her hair brushed against Jiang Qing's neck, she secretly moved her leg half an inch closer to him.

Jiang Qing glanced down at her, smiled, tightened her grip on her arm, and then looked out the window.

Sensing his movement, a faint smile subtly curved the corners of the girl's lips.

An hour later, Tian Xiwei stepped into the restaurant's private room in sneakers, her black miniskirt blossoming into a flower bud as she turned around.

She held up the menu and pointed it out to Jiang Qing.

"I'm so hungry! I want two servings of these shrimp dumplings! And more..."

Her phone rang abruptly, cutting her off.

Just as Jiang Qing was about to answer the call, Tian Xiwei leaned forward and pressed the speakerphone button.

A sweet, boyish voice carried on the wind.

"President Jiang, are you done with your work?"

Tian Xiwei's hand gripping the menu tightened suddenly, her round eyes narrowing into a cat-like arc.

Jiang Qing reached for her phone, but her wrist was pressed down.

"Jiang Qing? Can you hear me? Is the signal bad on my end?"

Liu Haocun uttered a questioning sound.

I just turned down a dinner invitation from the magazine.

"Jiang Qing is ordering food."

Tian Xiwei stared at Jiang Qing as she spoke, her fingernails scratching wrinkles on the tablecloth.

"I can pass on any message you have."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a chair being dragged.

"So that's what you mean by having something to do tonight, huh?"

Tian Xiwei leaned closer to the microphone and glanced at the "Xiao Cun" note displayed on the screen, her heart stirred.

"We haven't even started yet, why don't you come and join us?"

Her black mini-skirt accentuated her alluring curves as she leaned forward, her delicate collarbone peeking out from the round neckline.

Jiang Qing raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards the girl turning dangerous.

"Okay, could you please send me your location?"

Upon hearing the crisp response from the other end, Tian Xiwei's eyes narrowed instantly.

No, you actually dare to come?

(End of this chapter)