After a series of superimposed words of thanks that contained only skills and no emotions, the entire dance training class quickly dispersed.
Every afternoon, Liu Zhimin will come to class on time, which corresponds to the self-study high school courses in the morning. Unless there is something that needs to go home, he will not be able to move.
She is not very passionate about dance, but more of an attitude towards necessities. Although she only relies on this mentality similar to "responsibility", she is already doing pretty well compared with other people in the training class.
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"If you don't have top talent, you just rely on sweat. You can't be the best, but you can be worthy of yourself."
This is what the talented Lin Zengxian said.
Liu Zhimin mechanically changed his clothes, put on his bag, and left quickly. After walking out of the building, he looked at the pedestrians and vehicles coming and going on the street, and pinched his shoulders listlessly.
Yesterday, she learned about Lin Zengxian's past, which seemed to be something extraordinary.
She still can't accept and digest that information.
That person who seemed like a born winner, that person who was too capable for his age, was once so sad.
Before, I would envy that person's talent, but now I just feel that God is fair.
Alas, that person might as well have gone to Auckland these days, otherwise I really don’t know how to face him after meeting him.
Forget it, let’s not think about this for now. Let’s go to the fried rice cake shop across the street to eat whatever we want. Sparks is still at home waiting to go out and play.
Walking absentmindedly towards the pedestrian line, Liu Zhimin, who was sulking, suddenly felt her shoulders tighten, and the strap of her backpack strangled her backwards.
"What are you thinking about?"
A familiar voice.
"Brother Lin?"
Turning around, his eyes immediately swayed. Liu Zhimin, who had just recovered, lifted it up and held it in his chest. He held his breath and saw the person in front of him clearly.
It’s Lin Zengxian.
"I'm back. When I just left the airport, I asked your sister. She told me that you were taking dance classes here, so she came to pick you up after class."
Familiar smiling face, familiar eyebrows, but Liu Zhimin couldn't help but take a half step back, and even looked away.
The Lin Zengxian in front of him was exactly the same as in his memory, without any changes.
However, there was indeed a change in her heart.
Feeling confused for a moment, she raised her hands and grasped the strap of her backpack, almost unable to help but want to take another half step back.
She accidentally peeked into Lin Zengxian's past, and those secret things were like lead-like clouds weighing on her heart.
Toot...
On the roadside, Lin Zengxian's car made a short horn sound.
"Let's go, get in the car first."
It was obvious that something was wrong with Liu Zhimin, but standing on the roadside was not an option. Lin Zengxian did not approach Liu Zhimin, but just stood there and pointed at his blue sports car.
Without speaking or looking into Lin Zengxian's eyes, Liu Zhimin nodded, grabbed the strap of his backpack and walked over.
"Hello, middle school student."
Before getting into the car, Liu Zhimin, who was worried, didn't realize why the car horn was still making sound even though Lin Zengxian was outside the car.
Now, as soon as she avoided the passenger seat and sat in the back seat, she heard an unfamiliar female voice coming from the main driver's seat, completely interrupting her chaotic thoughts.
On top of the head is a McLaren F1 team hat;
The sunglasses were not worn properly, but were placed on the bridge of the nose, exposing most of the eyes;
There is a silk scarf tied around the neck, completely covering the neck;
The hands holding the steering wheel are wearing a pair of black fingerless gloves;
Such Kim Taeyeon sat in the driver's seat without treating herself as an outsider, raised her fingers slightly, and then tapped her fingertips rhythmically on the steering wheel.
Originally, she didn't sleep well in the early hours of this morning. She had consumed a lot of energy in the dance class just now. At this time, Yoo Jimin opened her slightly tired eyes and looked at Kim Taeyeon in surprise. Her lips, which had not kept up with the water replenishment, were slightly open.
But he didn't say a word, and he looked quite haggard.
"What's wrong with this kid?"
Seeing Lin Zengxian sitting in the passenger seat, Kim Taeyeon lowered her voice and exchanged words with Lin Zengxian in an "ear-biting" manner.
"Probably, I'm too tired. Jimin works very seriously. Practicing dance consumes a lot of energy, maybe?"
Not intending to explore what was going on with Yoo Jimin in the car, Lin Zengxian found a similar reason and answered Kim Taeyeon.
Just after leaving the airport and picking up his sports car, Lin Zengxian saw Kim Taeyeon's envious eyes.
After all, this is a classic sports car that even if you have money, you may not be able to find a seller.
Lin Zengxian was also very generous and immediately offered to let Kim Taeyeon drive once.
"Then let's go? Go back to the apartment in Seongsu-dong."
She could tell that Lin Zengxian didn't intend to talk too much about the middle school student in front of her. Kim Taeyeon, who was filled with the novelty of driving this sports car, didn't mind. She sat back down and held the steering wheel tightly.
Although the rash still exists and the abdominal pain has not completely subsided, after a night's rest and Lin Zengxian's intervention, the discomfort of nut allergy has eased a lot, allowing her to devote herself to driving a sports car.
On this matter.
"Jimin, look at the box next to you, open it and take a look."
Not caring whether Kim Taeyeon understood or not, he switched the language system to his native language. Lin Zengxian looked at the rearview mirror and smiled as easily as before.
"Well, okay."
Turning her stiff gaze from looking out the car window to the delicate long packaging box next to her, Yoo Jimin, whose thoughts were momentarily disturbed by the appearance of Kim Taeyeon, sighed silently and reached out to pinch the strap on the packaging box.
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No matter what he thinks now, it is only his own problem. Lin Zengxian has always cared about and loved him and was very kind to him. There is no reason to be sullen and hurtful to him.
However, I really don’t know how to face him now...
"This..."
After seeing Lin Zengxian who had returned from abroad on the roadside, and Kim Taeyeon who had obviously returned with Lin Zengxian in the driver's seat, Liu Zhimin's tired pupils were shocked again.
The box was opened, and there was a blue microphone lying inside. Just by looking at it, you could tell it was expensive.
Subconsciously reaching out to touch the microphone, Yoo Jimin's fingertips seemed to be very careful. After repeated pauses, she touched it gently.
This was her favorite color. She had never told Lin Zengxian about her preference, but Lin Zengxian didn't know when she discovered it.
"How's it going? Do you like it? Don't you want to be an artist in the future? So, I ordered this microphone and wish you the best."
When Lin Zengxian said these words, Liu Zhimin and Kim Taeyeon looked up at him at the same time.
Liu Jimin, who understood all the text, trembled slightly with her slightly parted lips, blinked her eyelashes and lowered her head, lowered her gaze, rubbed the microphone with her thumb, and slowly bit her lip.
Kim Taeyeon barely recognized the words "artist" and "microphone". Kim Taeyeon, who was about to launch her solo activities as a "solo singer", subconsciously raised an eyebrow and glanced elsewhere. After a moment of pause,
Let yourself turn your attention to Lin Zengxian again.
Huh? When did this guy buy a microphone? This thing is standard equipment for singers, it is the singer’s "life"!