Qiu Li took Jiang Yu's hand and ran frantically through the narrow stairs and out of the dark corridor.

Jiang Yu gasped and looked down, seeing that he was holding his hand tightly.

His palms were hot and powerful.

When Jiang Yu was very young, what she wanted most was someone to hold her with such a pair of powerful palms and protect her like a father.

In this way, after dark, she has nothing to be afraid of.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have a father.

Jiang Yu looked at Qiu Li's solid and generous back, and subconsciously held his hand tightly.

......

It was ten past nine and she had to be at the art class in twenty minutes.

At the intersection, she saw him stop and asked, "Shall we take a taxi?"

"Need not."

There was a motorcycle parked downstairs, which Qiu Liwen borrowed from the man next door.

In winter, there are still rain stars floating, Jiang Yu was blown by the cold wind and couldn't help sneezing.

Seeing that she was wearing thin clothes, Qiu Li took off his cold jacket without hesitation and put it on her body, wrapping her tightly.

Jiang Yu didn't have time to thank him, twisted his collar and sat on the back seat of the motorcycle.

He stepped on the accelerator and drove the motorcycle towards the art class at the fastest speed within the safe range that he could control.

The streets were wet and there were not many pedestrians, and they marched in the rain under the cold wind.

Seeing that he was wearing only a thin black sweater, Jiang Yu asked, "Qiu Li, are you cold?"

Qiu Li didn't look back and said with a smile, "Do you feel bad for me?"

"No, you blocked the wind in front and gave me a coat."

She was very sorry, but in addition to being sorry, deep down, there was still a little bit of distress.

"If I don't wear it for you, you will become a swan popsicle after you take the stage. Can you still fly?"

Jiang Yu chuckled, feeling that his metaphor was quite vivid.

"Then...thank you."

Qiu Li's tone was a little frivolous: "I'm afraid I'll be cold, so hug me."

"In your dreams."

Qiu Li thought about it.

He sneezed as the motorcycle stopped and waited for a traffic light.

Jiang Yu hesitated for a few seconds, then tentatively reached out and held his waist.

Despite the clothes, Qiu Li was sensitively aware of...

Every cell in the body came alive with excitement.

The piece of skin she touched him felt numb and numb.

"Will you hug?"

"what?"

"You're like this, you're doing it for shit."

As Qiu Li said that, he pulled her hand over and wrapped it around his waist.

The green light came on, he restarted the engine and drove the motorcycle out.

Jiang Yuhuan hugged his thin but strong waist, his cheeks hot.

She has never been so intimately attached to anyone, even if she once had a married life with Huo Cheng, she had never had this kind of attachment and hugging her waist.

Only lovers who are particularly in love will hug each other like this.

Jiang Yu clearly felt that his body was very cold, the wind was blowing with light rain, and the chill was piercing to the bone.

She gave it up, unzipped her black jacket, and hugged him tightly against his back.

Qiu Li noticed the girl's warm body, the deadly feeling that made him wake up all of a sudden.

Warm, really warm.

He needs a very strong willpower to maintain the last shreds of sobriety.

"Is it still cold?" Jiang Yu asked in a low voice.

"Cold." He smiled: "Hold tighter."

She pouted, put her face on his back, and closed her eyes.

The sweater was fluffy, a little shaved, and the smell of his body was in his nostrils, like the lemon fragrance of soap powder.

She took a deep sniff and thought it smelled good.

"I almost forgot." Qiu Li turned his head and reminded, "I have breakfast in my bag, take it out and eat it."

Jiang Yu curiously touched his clothes pocket, the pocket was very deep, and a bag of buns came out from inside.

The buns are not cold yet, with a trace of residual warmth.

Although Jiang Yu had no appetite, he opened his pocket and ate it in big gulps.

She must quickly replenish her strength to meet the competition later.

"There is milk in the other pocket."

She found another pocket as she said, and sure enough, she took out a bag of warm milk from it.

Jiang Yu's mouth twitched: "You...you're really well prepared."

"Because I'm a boyfriend."

Jiang Yu was no longer polite to him. He bit open the milk bag and took a big gulp: "Don't say you still have eggs in your pocket."

"It's true, but I'm afraid you won't be able to eat it."

"..."

After Jiang Yu finished breakfast, at 9:20, Qiu Li parked his motorcycle at the entrance of the art class.

She got out of the car and was about to take off her clothes and give them back to him, but Qiu Li stopped her movements and said, "It's cold outside, so go in and take off."

"Um!"

Jiang Yu didn't have time to delay, and trotted towards the art class.

Qiu Li's whole body was frozen like ice cubes, and only the place she had hugged behind her back still had a trace of residual warmth.

However, when he was still immersed in the aftertaste of just now, the little girl suddenly turned back and ran towards him with a smile.

Qiu Li straightened his body and asked, "Did something go wrong..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yu suddenly opened his hand and hugged his neck hard.

"thanks..."

She pressed against his ear and said sincerely, "Really, thank you."

The girl's warm breath slapped on his ear.

In an instant, the five senses were enlarged, as if many, many small stars fell from the sky.

When he was about to reach out and try to hug her, Jiang Yu had already run away and waved at him: "Go back quickly! I'll return the clothes to you later."

Qiu Li's hand faltered for a while, then fell.

The residual warmth in my ears is so real.

At this moment, he really felt that the world was worth it.

In this black and white world, there are still places worthy of his nostalgia and love.

......

Jiang Yu hurried to the preparation room.

Seeing her, everyone in the preparation room was stunned, including Fan Danxi who had already changed clothes and was about to take the stage.

Lin Quwen hurried over and said, "Why did you come here? The phone can't get through. Your mother is not feeling well and gave up the performance."

Jiang Yu's mobile phone was hidden by Jiang Manyi.

"Mr. Lin, I'm fine, I can go on stage now."

Lin Quwen looked at the thin ballet dress on her body and her shivering appearance, and probably guessed what was going on.

Without further questioning, she took Jiang Yu to the dressing room, and ordered someone to put on her hair piece quickly: "Wait, Jiang Yu will be the last to come on stage, warm up first, and Fan Danxi will be the second to last."

Fan Danxi stomped his feet and said, "Mr. Lin, it's clear that I'll be the finale, so why is she being replaced now?"

"This is not a formal performance, and there is no finale. If you perform well, Esmera's teacher will naturally choose you; if you don't perform well, what's the use of the finale."

Fan Danxi glanced at Jiang Yu unwillingly, and had no choice but to do warm-up preparations alone.

Lin Quwen said while sticking a wig on Jiang Yu: "If you don't have the guardian's permission, even if you are selected, whether you can enter the school is a big problem."

Jiang Yu narrowed her eyes, looked at the black swan lace dress covered in rain and dew, and said firmly, "I want to enter Esmera, whether she agrees or not, I must enter!"

"But if your mother insists on not allowing..."

"She has no reason to oppose it, and she doesn't have a deep hatred with Ballet. She just thinks that I should focus on my studies." Jiang Yu said: "As long as I work hard and get a satisfactory score, she will definitely agree."

Lin Quwen sighed.

Jiang Yu is extremely talented, but it is a pity that she is dragged down by her family. If she can get resources like Fan Danxi and cultivate it well, she might become the next Bu Tanyan.

"Today is the last day of Esmera's national election. Both of Esmera's heavyweight mentors are here. You must perform well today and don't make mistakes."

Jiang Yu looked at Lin Quwen and asked curiously, "It can't be those two!"

"Yes, Bai Shuyi and Xue Jiayi."

"It's really them!" Jiang Yu exclaimed.

You know, Bai Shuyi and Xue Jiayi are well-known ballet artists in the circle.

They and Bu Tanyan used to be classmates. After Bu Tanyan passed away, they were also considered to be the two most likely dancers to replace Bu Tanyan.

In the following ten years, they have won various awards at home and abroad, become popular all over the world, and become the leading dancers in today's ballet industry.

After retiring five years ago, they began to step back behind the scenes, serving as Esmera's art directors, taking students to competitions around the world, and naturally becoming the top ballet instructors in the industry.

Unexpectedly, Bai Shuyi and Xue Jiayi, the two top tutors in the circle, would come to the Lingque Art Class at the same time today.

And Jiang Yu will be performing in front of them in a while!

Her heart started pounding and drumming uneasily.

......

After the warm-up, Jiang Yu, who was ready, stood behind the scenes, nervously watching the situation at the front desk.

At the front desk of the auditorium, the first two classmates who took the stage were ruthlessly passed by their tutor Xue Jiayi before they finished dancing.

The girl beside me is also discussing in whispers——

"Xue Jiayi is too strict! Qiao Ziyang just came on the court, and she didn't even start dancing, she said that his figure is not good, it's too stiff, it's not the material. Tell me, let others show it!"

"Xue Jiayi is a well-known 'devil head'. It's not like you don't know how hard she has fought for the position of queen in the Esmera ballet over the years. It's a pity that she failed to win the queen's crown until she retired. It also failed to replace Bu Tanyan's position."

"How can Bu Tanyan be replaced so easily?"

"So, you can imagine how 'perverted' she is mentally."

"Bai Shuyi is still a gentle tutor, and he won't say too much when commenting."

"Yes, Bai Shuyi came from a ballet family, and it is naturally different from being born from grass roots like Xue Jiayi."

......

At this moment, Fan Danxi's voice came: "Who asked you to talk about your tutor here?"

The two "little swan" girls who were gossiping and chatting just now looked at each other: "Let's just... chat casually."

"Keep your mouth shut, Bu Tanyan was praised so highly after she died, and became a classic. If she was still alive, her grades might not be as good as Xue Jiayi."

The two little swans stopped arguing with her.

You are strong and you are right in what you say.

Fan Danxi looked at them with contempt, no more words, and walked straight towards the stage.

When the two "little swans" saw her shoes, the soul of gossip burned again——

"She spoke so much for the devil Xue Jiayi, but she didn't come to the stage wearing Bu Tanyan's dancing shoes."

Jiang Yu looked at Fan Danxi curiously, and found that the dancing shoes she was wearing today were indeed the pair of beautiful Elita ballet shoes that Bu Tanyan left behind.

She remembered hearing from her classmate Chen Wei before, that the Fan family once spent a lot of money to photograph the legendary pair of dancing shoes that Bu Tanyan left behind.

Come to think of it, it was the pair that Fan Danxi wore on his feet.

However, there are also gossip rumors that this pair of shoes is fake, and the real pair of Elita dancing shoes has long been lost, and the end is unknown.

Jiang Yu followed Fan Danxi to the back of the stage curtain, wanting to see her dancing shoes up close.

True or not, it's always a rare opportunity.

On the stage, Fan Danxi posed and followed the melody of the music, jumping and spinning on the stage like a bird.

Those shoes... are indeed beautiful, with a shiny satin finish, exactly the same as the pair Jiang Yu has seen in countless videos.

The two gossip "little swans" continued to whisper: "Wearing these shoes, Fan Danxi will win."

"why?"

"I heard that Xue Jiayi and Bai Shuyi are Bu Tanyan's alumni of the same class, and they have also stayed in an art troupe. If they see Fan Danxi wearing the shoes of their good friend, they must be impressed!"

"That's true."