Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 172 One minute on stage, ten years of pain off stage
After calming down.

Tian Xiwei got up and left her seat, telling her homeroom teacher that she was going to the dance studio to pack her dance clothes and shoes for the art exam in Beiping the next day.

I went down the stairs.

As soon as I arrived at the dance studio, I heard a thud as a knee hit the wooden floor.

This was followed by the girl's trembling sobs.

Upon entering, it was discovered that a high school freshman had injured herself while practicing the splits.

The patellar synovium was injured, causing him to turn red in pain, unable to utter a complete sentence, and instead letting out cries.

Her eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears; she was quickly carried to the infirmary by her dance teacher.

When I was in my first year of high school, seeing such a scene would have terrified me.

I gradually got used to it.

People often get injured in the dance studio.

Each of the barbs on the wooden board has pierced the soles of my classmates' feet more than once.

My knee meniscus injury hasn't healed yet, and I just hope it won't affect my art exam.

The saying "One minute on stage requires ten years of practice off stage" is outdated, just like the saying "ten years of hard study in a classroom."

Everyone here has endured pain for more than ten years while learning to dance.

For dance students who want to succeed, they have to measure the road ahead with pain.

Every high school student in Tongliang has been studying since elementary school, enduring more than ten years of hardship.

Everyone is working hard; whoever slacks off will be overtaken.

She didn't have Jiang Yang's skills; she was just an ordinary senior high school dance student.

If you don't work hard, your future will be taken away by others.

In the end, I realized that being physically fit, having good stamina, and being less prone to injury are also a competitive advantage.

The ability to endure pain gradually becomes an advantage, just like a beggar treating a broken bowl as a medal.

I want to be lazy all the time, but I dare not be lazy all the time.

Arriving at the rusty metal cabinet in the corner, he opened his own cabinet and tidied his clothes.

"Xiwei, why are you really going to Beiping to audition for the Beijing Dance Academy tomorrow?" The long-haired girl in her dance costume, who was practicing whip turns in front of the mirror, stopped her movements.

Panting, he arrived at the locker next to Tian Xiwei.

"Yes."

Tian Xi glanced at the other person and smiled.

I glanced at the other person's locker; there was a sticky note on it with the name: Ye Qingzhu.

The same height as myself.

They weren't from my original dance class, but they often practiced with me before, helping each other stretch their legs and open their shoulders.

I have a good relationship with myself.

They are both from ordinary families, and one of them has a younger sister.

Once, when I was bullied in my second year of high school, Ye Qingzhu spoke up for me and I was immediately slapped. After that, Ye Qingzhu didn't ostracize me, but she didn't dare to stand up for me anymore and would only curse the people who bullied me behind my back.

They wouldn't dare help me openly, but would secretly hand me a band-aid.

My gaze moved down from the sticky note with Ye Qingzhu's name on it to another reddish sticky note.

It was posted three years ago, and it had four words written on it: "Beijing Dance Academy, wait for me."

"Didn't you also sign up for the Beijing Dance Academy? Why aren't you going?" Tian Xi asked.

"The Beijing Dance Academy is incredibly difficult to get into! The requirements are all posted on the official website. You have to be able to do a 180-degree split without any gaps, and you have to be able to grab your ankles when you do a backbend. The examiners will also press your shoulders to test if you can bounce. The big jump, the kick of the purple crown, and the flat turn all have to be exactly the same as in the textbook. Even our teachers sometimes can't handle it."

Ye Qingzhu laughed and said, "I signed up just for fun. Local schools are so comfortable, close to home, and easier to get into. I've heard that the Beijing Dance Academy is very rigid, and I prefer a freer style."

After speaking, Ye Qingzhu's lips trembled slightly. She took off her worn-out dance shoes, tidied her locker, and asked again, "Xiwei, are you really going to Beiping to audition for the Beijing Dance Academy tomorrow?"

"I'm just going to give it a try."

Tian Xiwei recalled the sentence Jiang Yang had sent her earlier, which she seemed to have seen in a movie: "You always have to have dreams, otherwise what's the difference between you and a salted fish?"

"Haha, that's right, I'm just a salted fish."

Chat for a while.

Ye Qingzhu's beautiful almond-shaped eyes fell on the sticky notes in her locker.

Looking at the four words "Beijing Dance Academy, wait for me"

The smile on his face turned into a bitter smile, yet he laughed more freely than anyone else.

Tear it off slowly.

It also tore apart the self from three years ago.

Three years ago, I was young and arrogant, thinking that my professional skills could reach the level of Beijing Dance Academy before the art exam, and that my academic scores could reach the admission scores of Tsinghua and Peking Universities.

Now I realize I'm not cut out for it at all.

So cowardly that they even pretend to voluntarily give up the right to fail.

When the conversation turned to the bullying Tian Xiwei had experienced before, Ye Qingzhu leaned closer and whispered, "And last time, when you taught Kang Lan a lesson, she was so scared when she saw me at the cafeteria yesterday. She knows we're close, so she didn't even dare to sit next to me, making it seem like I was bullying her. You avenged me for the slap she gave in... Hahaha, Tian Xiwei, you're really fierce, she's convinced."

Tian Xi smiled slightly, revealing her shallow dimples.

In my mind, the silhouette of that beam piercing through the car's high beams appeared.

The one who's really impressive isn't me, but Jiang Yang.

He was just a bully borrowing the tiger's power.

"Hey, do you have a silver crown? The kind for dancing 'Spirit of the Peacock', where the beaded curtain is shortened so it won't hit your face."

Tian Xiwei adjusted her strapless top, shawl, and stretch skirt.

After borrowing the silver crown from Ye Qingzhu, I went to the dressing room to change.

When she came out, she was wearing a flesh-colored leotard, a sequined tube top, and a chiffon shawl.

It prevents wardrobe malfunctions and makes your waist look slimmer.

The lower body is a dark blue one-piece stretch skirt with hidden snaps at the slit to prevent it from sag.

She also had peacock-patterned patches that she bought online, which she temporarily attached with alcohol glue.

After looking in the mirror for a while and feeling that my clothes were appropriate, I put on my school uniform and trousers.

Unzip the zipper up to the neckline.

At first glance, you couldn't tell that she was wearing a dance costume underneath.

There wasn't enough time to do my nails.

Eye makeup and highlighter are not allowed, otherwise it will look out of place when I see Jiang Yang later.

"Tian Xiwei, why are you wearing your dance costume under your school uniform?"

"So it'll be convenient for me to go back and practice dancing."

Why aren't you usually like this?

Ye Qingzhu looked at Tian Xiwei suspiciously, feeling that something was off.

Especially when Tian Xiwei, just like last time, asked her for a mint and put it in her mouth, Ye Qingzhu suddenly leaned closer and lowered her voice: "It's been a long time, hasn't it? Which one? You've been playing around for a long time, haven't you?"

No.

"Then why are you being so flirtatious today?"

(End of this chapter)