I’m Always the Villain

On weekends, busy with postgraduate entrance examinations, dating, and romance, there are still a few dance students practicing dance.

In order to facilitate the students to practice dance, the dance practice rooms are all separate compartments.

The entire first floor of the dance department is a dance practice room, and each room is soundproofed.

Sang Jiuchi stepped on the white shoes and walked into the first floor, and bumped into two classmates.

A man and a woman were holding hands, and they were walking around talking and laughing. When they saw Sang Jiuchi like a mouse and a cat, they clenched their tails and greeted them tremblingly, "Sang... Hello, Senior Sang."

Because Sang Jiuchi is a graduate student, in addition to dancing in class, he sometimes helps his tutor to teach his juniors and juniors.

Sang Jiuchi nodded lightly, "You come to practice dancing?"

The two people who were suddenly cued by Sang Jiuchi were stunned again.

The two released their tightly clasped hands and lowered their avatars, waiting for the head teacher to talk.

After hesitating for a while, the boy said, "Want to come and practice the pas de deux for a while, and the seniors also come to practice the dance?"

Sang Jiuchi shook his head and glanced at the long corridor with cold eyes, "No, I'm coming to class."

The two shivered again with fright. They looked at each other and saw sympathy in each other's eyes.

Senior Sang sometimes helps the basic skills teacher to give them a substitute lesson.

At first, they were glad that they could finally meet the elusive senior Sang, but Sang Jiuchi gave them a ruthless dismount.

Because everyone has practiced dance for a long time, the basic skills are considered solid, and the basic skills teacher also turned a blind eye and closed one eye for one class.

And Sang Jiuchi's class seemed to bring them back to the fear of being corrected by the basic skills teacher when they were beginners in dance.

Senior Sang is a perfectionist, every action and every card point is exactly the same. After a class, not to mention admiring the handsome man, everyone was tired enough, so they shy away from this flower of high mountains.

It looks good, it's freezing.

This is the case in group classes, and I don't know what Yan Cheng looks like in private.

The girl summoned her courage and asked, "Is it a one-on-one tutoring class?"

Sang Jiuchi glanced sideways at the house number and wanted to go inside, "Well, yes, you can find your own room to practice, I won't waste your time."

Hearing Sang Jiuchi's words, the two of them hurried away as if they had been granted amnesty.

Before leaving, they looked at each other with curiosity in their eyes.

Taking private lessons? Who is it?

Not daring to face Sang Jiuchi, the two hurriedly found a dance practice room that was empty. The little girl was daring, she secretly looked out through the door glass, and saw Sang Jiuchi walking and looking at the house number, as if she was looking for a room.

Finally, he stopped in front of the door of a dance studio far in the back, knocked on the door, and walked in.

Seeing Sang Jiuchi's figure completely disappearing in the corridor, the little girl retracted her head, her eyes full of gossip excitement.

"That room, yes, yes... it's Chi Ye's dance studio."

The girl grabbed her boyfriend's arm and was about to jump up excitedly, "When did Chi Ye meet Senior Sang?"

The boyfriend was pinched in pain, but he continued with a doting face: "Isn't there a pas de deux competition in the city for half a month? Did Senior Sang watch Chiye's video and want to do a duet with Chiye?"

The girl's head swayed like a rattle, "Impossible. Since he entered the school, Senior Sang has been dancing solo, and he never cooperated with others. Even if he dances in a group, he dances in front of him, and the others serve as the background board. It must be Chi Ye who admires Senior Sang's ability, and it is Senior Sang who he found first."

The boy shook his head, "Chi Ye has danced so perfectly, does he still need a teacher?"

The girl lowered her eyelids, "I also think he dances very well, but the teacher didn't give him a high score in the last public class performance. It's too strange."

There are many kinds of dance departments in the University of Arts. Among them, the Department of National Classical Dance is divided into 2 classes. Because the number of people is small, they often go to the same class together. Even if they don’t know each other, they will feel very familiar when they meet each other.

In the last public class, the teacher performed a public examination repertoire.

Classmate Chiye tuned a piece of "Above the Big River", and the classmates applauded unanimously, but the teacher still gave him a satisfactory score.

He also said in front of so many classmates, "If you can't break through your problems, you won't be long in the dance world."

They think it looks good, why won't it be very long?

The girl is still fighting for her little idol, and her boyfriend has started to feel jealous, "Okay, maybe Sang Jiuchi is here to help Chiye solve the problem. Let's practice dancing? There is an exam next week."

When the girl thought about the exam, she immediately gave up, "Come on, come on."

…

The moment the room was pushed open, Sang Jiuchi was rushed by the heat inside.

It was cold all the way from leaving the dormitory to here. I thought Chiye might turn off the air conditioner if it was too hot to practice dancing, but the air conditioner in the dance studio was turned on.

Sang Jiuchi looked up at the air conditioner display, it was 24 degrees.

Chi Ye seemed to have just finished a dance, his hair was wet with sweat, and there were drops of water on his forehead.

Chi Ye's chest went up and down, and his expression when he looked at Sang Jiuchi was a little stunned.

Sang Jiuchi smiled politely and coldly at Chi Ye, walked into the dance practice room, took off his coat and hung it on the hanger, "The room is a little hot."

A white towel hung around Chi Ye's neck, and the towel was already soaked with sweat.

He rolled his throat twice before saying dryly, "Hello, senior."

Sang Jiuchi took off his coat, found a stool and sat down, and began to look up and down at the somewhat tense Chiye.

The lover is only 18 years old in this life.

When the second plane first met the lover, the lover was also very young, only 20 years old at that time.

But because the second plane stepped into the battlefield early, coupled with the pressure of being a royal family, the lover was actually quite mature at that time.

But now the lover of this plane is different.

The young body, even the eyes are pure and innocent.

Chi Ye is very young, not only the body, but also the face.

The height of the lover in this life is not too high to exaggerate, it seems to be about 1.9 meters.

This height is actually quite high in the dance circle. Often, the higher the body, the worse the flexibility and flexibility.

Being too tall is not conducive to dancing, nor is it difficult to find a dance partner.

With such a height to be able to practice such precise movements, it can be seen that Chi Ye usually put in a lot of effort.

It's just that the practice is in place, and there is no emotion.

Chi Ye had short, half-length hair, which stood up in strands after being wet with sweat.

The bridge of his nose is very straight, and his dark eyes are extraordinarily bright. Even those bushy eyebrows were raised just right.

The once sharp facial features have been weakened a lot because of their youth. Not only will they not be scary, but they have a little more fierceness of the little wolf dog.

Chi Ye is now wearing the clothes in the previous video, with a black vest sticking to his body, wet with sweat and turning into two colors.

The arm that once crushed the enemy's head has turned into a dancing body in this life, with muscles embedded in the skin one by one, like a vigorous cheetah in the grassland, every inch of it is full of fierce explosive power.

His eyes moved down and landed on Chi Ye's waist.

Chi Ye wrapped a white strip of cloth around his waist, subtly covering his waist.

Seemingly noticing Sang Jiuchi's gaze, Chi Ye retracted his waist to make it less obtrusive.

Sang Jiuchi's gaze was fixed on his waist for a few seconds, then he continued to walk downstream, and then put his gaze on Chi Ye's face.

Seeing Chi Ye's slightly cramped expression, Sang Jiuchi said lightly, "Do you know where your problem is?"

Chi Ye nodded and shook his head again, with a little annoyance, "The feelings are not in place."

Sang Jiuchi nodded, "Yes, but why is the relationship not in place?"

Chi Ye frowned and thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head, "I don't know."

Sang Jiuchi stood up and circled Chiye, "Because you tied yourself in a cover."

He stopped in front of Chi Ye, only a few centimeters away from Chi Ye.

His fingers lightly poked Chi Ye's chest, brushing the protruding chest like nothing, "You haven't released it here. You have no skills but no emotions. If you continue like this, your attainments in dancing will not be able to be seen. Very high."

Chi Ye's brows furrowed even tighter, and what Sang Jiuchi said was exactly the same as what the teacher said at the time.

Before college, he thought that dancing was just a matter of graceful movements. After college, he realized that dancing still needs to be emotionally injected.

But he clearly loves dancing, what kind of emotion is he missing?

Sang Jiuchi patted Chiye on the shoulder, "You just lack a key to open the lock. And I am that key, and I will make you a **** in the dance world."

Hearing Sang Jiuchi's promise, Chi Ye's puzzled eyes suddenly widened, and something in his dark eyes twitched a few times.

Sang Jiuchi's hand began to pinch and slide down Chiye's shoulder, "Your body and muscles are very good, how many hours do you dance a day on average?"

Sang Jiuchi's fingertips were round with coolness, his expression was flat, and his breathing was gentle.

His fingers slid down the lines of his muscles, examining his every curve.

Chi Ye knew that Sang Jiuchi was looking at the body.

But somehow, the fingertips were placed on his arm, and every time he swiped it seemed like something was burning.

Chi Ye couldn't help tensing his body, "I get up at 7 in the morning, and I will be in the dance studio when there is no class, and I will practice until about 10 in the evening."

Sang Jiuchi's hand had reached his waist, and he naturally lifted the white cloth wrapped around his waist.

Chi Ye's eyes jumped, and he subconsciously pressed the white cloth.

His hand was held down, and Sang Jiuchi said "Huh?"

Chi Ye didn't expect Sang Jiuchi to ask so straightforwardly, nodded embarrassedly, and replied embarrassedly, "A little bit."

Sang Jiuchi continued to untie it, "It's okay, everyone is a man, I have everything you have, and if you are shy, take your hands away."

Sang Jiuchi's eyes were so clear that Chiye always felt that he was too dirty.

Chi Ye swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, but still picked up his hand.

The white cloth strip was easily torn apart by Sang Jiuchi, revealing the tight dance pants inside.

With a bulging waist, Sang Jiuchi laughed, "A behemoth."

Chino was even more shy.

His cheeks were flushed, and blood was dripping from his ears.

Sang Jiuchi was talking, but the movements of his hands did not stop. It wasn't until he squeezed all the muscles in his body that Sang Jiuchi walked to the chair again and sat down, and said with admiration, "Your body is so perfect."

Many people have praised themselves like this, and Chiye also knows that his body is perfect, but today this compliment came out of Sang Jiuchi's mouth, Chiye has an inexplicable feeling, as if the spring breeze blows over the earth, bringing those compliments out. The messy weeds were all blown to one side, revealing the beautiful lilies inside.

Sang Jiuchi stretched out his fingers and pointed at Chi Ye, "The neck is very long, the collarbone is very obvious, the biceps are also very developed, and your chest muscles are also very tight."

Sang Jiuchi paused, "I just felt through the clothes. You should have developed eight-pack abs in your abdomen, right? Most people only have six-pack abs, you are really good. And yours…"

Sang Jiuchi glanced down and stopped at his waist.

Chiye closed his belly immediately, and saw Sang Jiuchi's eyes wandering down again, stopping on his calf, "The calf is very slender, so it will look good when it jumps out. All in all, Chiye, you are a natural born. Dancing."

The cold wind outside the window blew the mottled and yellowed leaves.

The fallen leaves were blown against the windows, making a "snapping" sound.

Sang Jiuchi sat down seriously, "Do you know why I'm looking for you?"

Chino shook his head.

He really didn't know, but he knew about Sang Jiuchi. At that time, they had a basic class. He thought that he did well in that basic class, but he just wasn't criticized by Sang Jiuchi.

Except for himself, everyone else was more or less picked by Sang Jiuchi for many basic skills problems.

Chi Ye thought that based on Sang Jiuchi's performance at the time, he didn't care about himself at all.

So he also wondered why Sang Jiuchi found him and praised him without hesitation.

Sang Jiuchi: "There will be a duet dance competition in the city half a month later. The champion of the competition will get 100,000 yuan and a trophy. I want to participate in this competition with you, one trophy per person, and a bonus... I 7 you 3."

Sang Jiuchi explained: "After all, I contribute more, and you contribute less. I take 70,000 yuan, don't you mind?"

What he said, it seems that the championship has long been in his pocket.

Chi Ye opened his mouth slightly and looked at Sang Jiuchi in surprise, "You taught me because of money?"

Sang Jiuchi shook his head, his expression as sincere as possible, but the sincerity was not very credible because of the indifference, "Of course it's not just that, the main reason is that you don't want such a good seedling to be buried."

Chi Ye pursed his lips and frowned.

Why did he feel so false?

Chi Ye: "Senior Sang, don't you never dance duets?"

Sang Jiuchi raised his beautiful eyebrows. He thought for a while, pinched his chin and smiled, "The main reason is that the money wasn't in place before. I'm short of money now."

After all, it's for the money!

Chi Ye hesitated, "Senior, if you teach me like this, it's actually equivalent to tutoring. I can pay you tuition. How much do you need?"

Sang Jiuchi stretched out a finger and waved it in the air, "I found you first, so I don't need money for this teaching. But I'm not a living Bodhisattva, I can't want nothing. As for what I want, I'll wait for it later. Tell you."

Seeing Chiye's nervous expression, Sang Jiuchi smiled lightly, "Don't worry, the things you give will definitely not let you kill people and set fires."

Chi Ye breathed a sigh of relief, "Why did the senior choose me? Compared with me, your classmates who have been practicing in class should be the most suitable, right? We haven't run in yet, and I don't know if the rhythm is right."

The temperature in the house was a little hot, and Sang Jiuchi unbuttoned the top stand-up collar, "You are the most suitable, you are the one with the most perfect basic skills besides me, and whether it is height or body shape, yours are the best of mine. A good match. I have a hunch that the two of us will be the best match."

Hearing Sang Jiuchi's praise, Chi Ye's heart suddenly fluttered.

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and nodded vigorously, "Yeah!"

It's still early, Sang Jiuchi leaned back slightly and put the weight of his back on the back of the chair, "There is no problem with the body, let's look at the basic skills, let's dance "Above the River"."

Sang Jiuchi took out the phone from his pocket, and slid his five long and thin fingers on the phone. His fair and round fingertips landed on the black screen. The collision of black and white made Chiye's eyes jump a few times. Down.

Chi Ye stared at Sang Jiuchi's delicate fingers, and suddenly thought in his heart.

Senior Sang's fingers are so beautiful, I don't know what it's like to put them in my mouth.

Suddenly startled by the thought in his mind, Chi Ye hurriedly lowered his head and did not look at Sang Jiuchi's hand again.

Sang Jiuchi unlocked his phone with his fingerprints, and found "Above the River" from the school's music library. "I'll play the accompaniment for you, so I'll skip the middle section. The time is one and a half minutes. Do you still need to warm up?"

Sang Jiuchi's voice was cold and clear, with a businesslike attitude.

Chi Ye pursed his lips ashamed, Senior Sang came to teach himself to study, and he had such a dirty mind just now, it was too shameless.

He shook his head, wanting to pick up the cloth strip on the ground and wrap it around his waist again.

Sang Jiuchi stopped him at the right time, "Just jump like this, too many foreign objects will only hinder you."

Chiye thought to himself that he wanted to listen to Senior Sang's words, but Chiye ruthlessly threw the cloth strip in his hand to a corner of the dance studio, "Okay, Senior."

Sang Jiuchi: "Since I am teaching you now, I am half your teacher. In the future, you will still teach me as a senior. When there are only the two of us, you can call me teacher, okay?"

Of course there is no problem, Sang Jiuchi is now his teacher.

Chiye puppy nodded obediently, "Okay, teacher."

Sang Jiuchi pulled the music back and stopped at almost the middle of the fast-forward, "I'm starting, you can find it yourself."

With the sound of the music, Chi Ye quickly made a move.

Chi Ye is like a machine with precise measurements, and with the arrival of the middle card point beat, he immediately enters the rhythm.

Not a second, not a second.

He has practiced this dance too many times, and he doesn't need to deliberately change to suit the music. His muscles have already firmly remembered all the movements.

"Above the River" describes an ancient sea battle.

At the end of the dynasty, the strength was already at stake.

The foreign invaders came fiercely, and they were about to attack the fifty cities of the dynasty and enter the capital all the way by water.

The king of the dynasty was ordered to face danger, and with the belief of mortal death, he stopped the invaders on the other side of the river.

Each side occupies the other side of the river, and no one is allowed.

But this is not the way, the invaders have plenty of food and grass plundered from the 50 cities, but their soldiers and soldiers are not enough in reserve.

If it goes on like this, the dynasty will be broken.

The main general made the final choice between life and death and chose to attack.

In that war, the main general led a mere 400,000 troops to challenge the local 1 million troops, and launched a desperate fight against the enemy on the turbulent river.

In the end, the king of the dynasty narrowly won.

"Above the River" is the description of the great battle of defending with less victory.

Sang Jiuchi chose this song because the content of this song is somewhat similar to the battle on the previous plane, which made him feel nostalgic.

The war on the last plane was also close to water, and it was also 400,000 versus 1 million.

The first half of the song is the preparation stage, and the second half is the description of the joy after a narrow victory.

Only this summary in the middle describes the tension and tragicness of the battlefield.

With Chi Ye's beating, Sang Jiuchi's eyes were glued to him tightly.

I have to say, my lover dances really well.

His hands are long and his legs are long, and his limbs are stretched wide open and closed.

Sang Jiuchi watched, his eyes glued to his waist.

The waist is one by one, very elastic, even if it is wrapped in a layer of cloth, the sense of strength and impact is not reduced.

Sang Jiuchi's eyes were dark, and he licked the corners of his lips greedily, and said sincerely in his heart: [My husband is awesome, how can he be so long, can I do this? 】

F001 rolled his eyes, [Lord Host, I suspect you are showing off. 】

Sang Jiuchi stared straight at it: [Be confident and remove your doubts. 】

F001: […]

How could it forget that the host is old Versailles.

This dance requires extreme strength to perform. Although Sang Jiuchi can dance well, Chiye is the most suitable for it.

That kind of unyielding arrogance and ferocity, only he can show 100%.

Sang Jiuchi saw his waist again.

As the music progressed, Chi Ye quickly straightened his waist.

Fierce, fast, and wants to nail the enemy to Class A.

Sang Jiuchi subconsciously tightened his waist, "It's so good to be young, so fast, he wouldn't be so cruel to me, would he? 】

F001: [Don't worry, Lord host, you can live with it completely. 】

Sang Jiuchi swallowed, his eyes became more and more cloudy, and his eyes fluttered uncontrollably on Chiye.

Chi Ye was jumping vigorously, and his eyes swept across Sang Jiuchi unintentionally when he was spinning.

However, he saw that Sang Jiuchi's face was a little red, and his thin lips were slightly open, and his eyes seemed to be covered with water mist, which instantly weakened his temperament that he was thousands of miles away. few.

The end of his eyes was dyed with a hazy color, and the sharp feeling disappeared. Chiye looked at Sang Jiuchi like this, as if he saw a large peach blossom behind him.

With charm, with spring love.

Sang Jiuchi's eyes moved with his movements, and his focus seemed to be... his waist? !

Chi Ye's breathing suddenly stagnated, and the movement of his feet immediately took a few steps wrong.

Sang Jiuchi raised his eyebrows, his eyes changed.

Chi Ye gritted his teeth, and after a few seconds, his breathing returned to normal, and he quickly regained his rhythm, completing the final beautiful ending.

As soon as the jump was over, Chi Ye hurriedly said, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I made the wrong jump just now."

Sang Jiuchi shook his head, "It doesn't matter, you did a good job of remedying it later, and it's harmless."

Sang Jiuchi's eyes had returned to normal, and Chiye even thought that everything just now was his own illusion.

He wanted to ask where Sang Jiuchi was looking just now, but when he saw Sang Jiuchi's cold and serious eyes, he swallowed the words that were on his lips.

After a long time, Chiye let out a suffocating breath from his up and down chest, "No, it is a failure if you fail to achieve the ultimate perfection. This time I failed, and I am ashamed in front of you, teacher."

Sang Jiuchi sighed, "Chiye, do you know where your problem is? You care too much about the correctness of your movements. We are human beings, not machines. As long as we are human beings, we will not make every action exactly the same. This time the leg was slightly lower by a few millimeters, and this time the leg was slightly raised by a few millimeters, which is normal."

"But your movements are like replicas from a machine. The last time is exactly the same as this time, and the next time is exactly the same as the last time. You put too much energy on the action, and you ignore the emotional burst. "You're a human, not a machine, and that's your biggest problem."

Chi Ye listened to Sang Jiuchi's explanation in amazement, but he couldn't agree, "Is it wrong for me to pursue the ultimate in every action?"

Sang Jiuchi shook his head, "Of course it's right to pursue the ultimate action. But if you give up your inner soul just to pursue the ultimate action on the outside, you're putting the cart before the horse."

Chi Ye's throat was a little sore. He licked his chapped lips with difficulty and asked, "Then what should I do? Is it difficult to correct?"

Sang Jiuchi shook his head, "Didn't I say, take it step by step. The first step is to free you from the cover of the machine."

Chi Ye was a little confused, "How to get rid of it?"

Sang Jiuchi narrowed his eyes, he swept out the window, and stood up slowly, "I work in the afternoon, I will come back at nine o'clock in the evening, and tell you what to do when the time comes."

He walked to the door, as if remembering something, turned around and said to Chi Ye, "There is one more thing to tell you."

Chi Ye looked at Sang Jiuchi seriously, and heard Sang Jiuchi say, "The reason why I didn't dance pas de deux before was because I had skin hunger. Since you want to be my partner, you'd better learn about this kind of dance in advance. Ill. If I do anything to you in the future, don't think too much about it, I'm just sick."

After Sang Jiuchi finished speaking, he walked away, leaving only Chi Ye, who was stunned by himself.

Skin... thirst?

Just by hearing the name, you know it's a serious disease.