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Chapter 119

Upon hearing this question, Yang Jie couldn't help but glare at her, thinking to herself that she had already talked to Wu Yanzhou so many times, why didn't she learn her lesson?

And you're still asking here?

Wu Yanzhou seemed oblivious to Yang Jie's subtle hints, simply because he couldn't help himself.

It was so close, just one cut away from being done.

She really doesn't have the willpower to refrain from asking.

When asked by Wu Yanzhou, Meng Yingying shook her head, "Teacher, I don't know if it's okay right now, I just want to do an experiment."

She walked up to the 2.4-meter-high platform. Looking at the platform, which was taller than her head, she knew that three days ago, this platform had been a source of her inner turmoil.

But now, when she looks at this platform, she no longer feels the pressure and anxiety she used to have.

Meng Yingying gently closed her eyes, her mind filled with countless little scenes that had flashed through her mind over the past three days.

She took a deep breath, the sharp sound of the jinghu exploding in her mind, the protagonist's killing cries in the film still echoing in her ears—she exhaled, her heartbeat locked by the drumbeats.

At the same time, she rose to a pose, her arms following the backward twist, her water sleeves hanging straight down.

With a simultaneous exertion of force from his feet, he lightly stomped his foot, his right knee scraping the ground as he propelled himself a meter forward, sending wood chips flying and tearing the wax layer in lightning-shaped white marks—this was breaking free from his restraints.

The next second, he touched the edge of the platform with his toes—

The cliff is about to be kicked.

Meng Yingying's body did a 180° split in mid-air, her red sleeves snapped into two blood-red blades, and her body was stretched into a straight line.

The moment she landed, her knees slid and scraped the ground, sending dust and wax debris flying up like an avalanche.

Without stopping, she used the momentum to get up, her red sleeves fluttering and swirling. She knelt on the ground, breathing softly.

At that moment, the entire practice room fell silent.

I don't know who spoke first, but with a gasp, "Cliff jump!"

"This is cliff jumping."

"Meng Yingying jumped off the cliff."

At that moment, the women in the dance studio rushed around, all cheering for Meng Yingying.

There may be backstabbing and infighting in ordinary times, but at least at this moment, the cheers and joy are genuine.

Wu Yanzhou was also speechless. Her eyes were a little red, and she said to Yang Jie, "Meng Yingying has jumped out."

"You're right. Giving her freedom will lead to a better outcome."

"Yang Jie, Meng Yingying has trained to this level. Even if we don't win tomorrow's match, I'll accept it."

"Because we all did our best."

Even the children in the team competition practiced day and night. To be honest, everyone had given their all at this stage.

As for whether they can win, that's up to fate.

The next morning at six o'clock, the loudspeaker of the Capital Song and Dance Troupe blared throughout the entire unit.

Meng Yingying woke up almost reflexively. She got up, dressed, and went to the rehearsal room to assemble.

Han Mingbing and her team were performing a group dance. Because they were worried about being replaced by a different coach and losing their jobs, they started rehearsing in the practice room at four in the morning.

I plan to practice one last time before the match.

It's clear that they've put in a lot of effort this time, showing a willingness to fight to the death.

Clearly, neither Han Mingbing nor the others in the art troupe wanted Wu Yanzhou to step down, nor did they want someone like Lin Rujuan to become their head coach.

If it really comes to that, then they will truly be living a life worse than death.

So this time in the Red Star Cup, they put in all their effort, no longer engaging in backstabbing and scheming like before.

Meng Yingying arrived at 6:30. She didn't expect that when she arrived, the team competition had already been rehearsed once, but there were still problems.

Han Mingbing plans to rehearse a second time.

Meng Yingying glanced at it and then looked away. She first did the basics, doing a split with a backbend.

After making sure she had stretched her body's flexibility, she went to a corner, put a cassette tape in a Red Lantern radio, and adjusted the volume to a comfortable level.

She then stood below the stage by the window and began to familiarize herself with the rhythm of Dujuan Mountain once again.

From start to finish, she calculated that it took 32 minutes, which was 10 minutes faster than the film footage at the time.

This is exactly the result Meng Yingying wanted. A 40-minute dance is too long, and many people don't have the patience for it.

When she speeds up the overall rhythm, it makes the whole dance very full.

It was just a bit too tiring. After dancing a whole song, I made a slight mistake when jumping off the cliff. I jumped too fast and my lower body wasn't very stable, but unlike before, I didn't fall off the cliff completely.

It's not as good as the best, but it's better than the worst.

Meng Yingying knelt on one knee, breathing heavily. Beads of sweat dripped from her forehead onto her chin, eventually disappearing into her delicate collarbone.

"How about it?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Meng Yingying knew who it was.

Wu Yanzhou deliberately carried two tea eggs and a cup of strong soy milk, handing them to Meng Yingying, saying, "Drink some first to calm down."

Meng Yingying hummed in agreement, took the enamel mug, and started drinking. But as soon as she took a sip, a strange taste shot straight to the top of her head.

Almost reflexively, Meng Yingying spat out the soy milk. "What is this?"

She realized what was going on as soon as she asked the question.

This is fermented mung bean juice.

A deadly weapon.

She could never get used to the smell of soy milk in either of her lives. Seeing her strong reaction, Wu Yanzhou knew that he had done something wrong with his good intentions. "Quickly, drink some soy milk to mask the smell."

"I gave you the wrong thing. The soy milk was for Mingbing, not you."

Meng Yingying took the soy milk and took a sip. It was sweet, and there was quite a bit of sugar in it. The sweetness masked the strange taste of the soy milk.

"Teacher, I don't drink douzhi (fermented mung bean juice). Please don't bring me douzhi anymore."

Wu Yanzhou raised his hand and slapped his own face. "It's my fault, it's my fault."

Meng Yingying sighed. With Wu Yanzhou's temper, it's no wonder he can't manage the Capital Song and Dance Troupe well.

"Teacher, please don't hit me."

"Get ready, I'm going to do my makeup and change clothes."

Wu Yanzhou sighed twice and handed her the tea egg, saying, "You eat first, I'll go deliver breakfast to them."

The once-renowned head coach of the Capital Song and Dance Troupe is now practically an old woman.

Meng Yingying hummed in agreement. The tea eggs were thoroughly cooked, and the shells were cracked, allowing the salty and fragrant tea flavor to permeate the eggs.

It tasted absolutely delicious; she swore it was the best meal she'd had in almost a month since arriving at the Capital Song and Dance Troupe.

Of course, except for that day when I went to Lao Mo's restaurant with Qi Donghan.

With her stomach full and her spirits high, she turned and went into the dressing room to change into her dance costume for the competition.

To be honest, after changing into her dance costume, Meng Yingying had only one feeling: cold.

My teeth are chattering from the cold.

In December, the capital city was already in the depths of winter, and the temperature was probably only a few degrees. She took off her cotton-padded coat and put on a thin dance costume that consisted of only two layers.

It's not even as thick as the thermal underwear she's wearing; at least thermal underwear has a high collar.

At least the collar doesn't let in the wind. This dance costume isn't like that; it has a deep V-neck and a low neckline, and cold air just whistles in from the chest area.

Meng Yingying was shivering, and put another coat over her dance costume, but that still wasn't enough. Yang Jie reacted quickly and handed her a hand warmer.

Meng Yingying placed the hand warmer on her stomach, and only then did she feel a little warmer.

"Your coat is too thin."

Yang Jie said.

Meng Yingying was still wearing the same white cashmere coat that she and Qi Donghan had bought together when they went to the State of Su.

To be honest, it looks nice, but in terms of warmth, it's probably not as good as a military overcoat.

Meng Yingying raised her hand to apply makeup in front of the mirror, clenching her teeth as goosebumps rose on her hands. She trembled, "That's enough for now, there's no time to go find the military overcoat."

I can wear my own clothes when I practice dancing, but it's not very proper to wear them when I'm actually on stage.

No sooner had these words been spoken than the postman outside rode his bicycle, making a jingling sound, "Is Comrade Meng Yingying here?"

As soon as she heard this, Meng Yingying looked over and saw that it was a postman. She then grabbed the hem of her coat and ran over.

"I am here."

"Do you have my package?"

The postman nodded, stopped his bicycle, kicked up the kickstand, rubbed his hands together, and then took out an enormous bag from his bag.

He glanced at the mailing address on it before handing it to Meng Yingying, saying, "This is a package from the team stationed in Harbin. Please sign for it; I still need to reply to them."

This package was even processed through a special team visa, and even the vehicle used for transporting the goods was different.

They arrived after walking for three days.

Looking at the huge bag, Meng Yingying was still puzzled. "Qi Donghan, what did you send me? Why is it so big?"

She signed her name on the envelope, and only then did the postman ride away on his bicycle.

Meng Yingying carried a huge bag and walked towards the dance studio. As soon as she entered, the second round of practice for the group competition had also ended.

The girls all peeked over, "Meng Yingying, did your lover send you something again?"

"Open it and see what's inside!"

Anyway, ever since Meng Yingying came to their Capital Song and Dance Troupe, she has received a package almost every few days.

I wonder what her lover sends her.

I keep getting things sent every day.

This large package, yet so light to carry and soft to the touch, probably doesn't contain food; it looks more like clothing or blankets.

Once Meng Yingying understood the situation, she didn't hide it but opened it and looked at it in front of everyone.

As soon as the package was opened, a light blue-green garment came into view. Meng Yingying unfolded the clothes, which had been folded into a neat square, and found it to be a long military overcoat, the kind that reached past her ankles when she put it on.

It's also extremely thick; the thickness is comparable to a small quilt.

"Good heavens, this military overcoat must weigh four or five pounds!"

"It looks so warm."

"These military overcoats seem to be only available within the garrison, and the cotton used in them can't be bought outside."

They are all dancers, and dancing in winter means they have to take off their outer clothes after going on stage.

In zero-degree weather, wearing a thin dance costume is incredibly cold, but if you were to wear a military overcoat...

I felt warm instantly.

For a moment, everyone looked at Meng Yingying with envy. Han Mingbing even touched it, finding it extremely thick, soft, and warm. "Meng Yingying, could you ask your husband if this kind of military overcoat is for sale?"

"We'll pay you and give you the tickets, could you find a way to get one for us too?"

Meng Yingying refused without even thinking, "This is a special supply for the garrison. Even this one is something my husband saved up. It's almost impossible to sell it to outsiders."

This kind of work can make money, but you can't make too much money from a military overcoat. You don't want to lose your job because of the clothes, that would be a loss.

To be honest, even though Meng Yingying has been here for almost two months, she still hasn't opened up to them.

Right now, everyone's on good terms, but if things turn sour in the future, the sold military coats will become the best leverage against us.

Seeing her decisive refusal, Han Mingbing and the others felt quite sorry.

Meng Yingying didn't make any absolute statements, saying, "When I go on stage to dance, I'll lend you this outfit to wear in an emergency."

Now, Han Mingbing smiled more. "Meng Yingying, I knew you were the best."

Meng Yingying smiled but didn't say anything. She put on her military overcoat and went to do her makeup. Now, even her ankles were well protected, and her hands didn't shake while she was doing her makeup.

It was seven o'clock.

The entire Capital Song and Dance Troupe boarded a large bus—yes, a high-class vehicle like a large bus.

To be honest, this is the capital's resource. Even the Capital Song and Dance Troupe can get buses, which provide shelter from the wind and rain and keep you warm.

So far, the only thing the team stationed in Harbin has is a tarpaulin truck that leaks air from all sides.

After Meng Yingying got into the car, she touched around the windows. Han Mingbing sat next to her, touching up his makeup with a small mirror. He didn't laugh at her for touching the windows, but said naturally, "This car was only bought last year. The company spent a lot of money on it. When we first got it, all of us touched it."

Therefore, it's not surprising to see Meng Yingying touching the car as well.

Meng Yingying smiled and said, "The Capital Song and Dance Troupe is really rich."

That's the truth.

"I don't have any money." Han Mingbing lowered his voice. "I even borrowed money to buy this car. My company is still paying off debts this year."

As soon as she finished speaking, Wu Yanzhou, whether she heard it or not, stood in the middle of the aisle and coughed lightly, "Let me say something, everyone listen."

"The Red Star Cup competition will be held at the Great Hall of the People."

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

"Teacher, in previous years it was either at the Capital Film Studio or in our own workplace's rehearsal hall, why are we going to the Great Hall of the People this year?"

Wu Yanzhou said, "It's cold this year, and the other performance venues are all drafty. Only the People's Great Hall has solid building materials and is not drafty, so we changed the venue this year."

"For this reason, the organizers of the Red Star Cup even paid double the amount."

Of course, these are all rumors.

It was only because Wu Yanzhou couldn't keep his mouth shut that he blurted it out along with them.

"Okay, that's basically the situation. We'll arrive at the Great Hall of the People in half an hour. The individual and team competitions will be drawn in order."

"Meng Yingying will draw the lots for the individual competition, and Han Mingbing will draw the lots for the team competition."

Neither of them objected.

Everyone chattered along the way, mostly talking about how nervous they were.

Although it wasn't my first time participating in a competition, this one was extremely important; if I didn't win...

Their secure jobs are probably coming to an end.

After hearing this, Meng Yingying closed her eyes to rest.

At 7:40, she arrived at the Great Hall of the People on time. To be honest, when Meng Yingying stood at the entrance of the Great Hall of the People again, she was still a little dazed.

Before she time-traveled in her previous life, she had just finished performing at the Spring Festival Gala here and was going home with her parents.

I never expected that I would find myself in the 1970s when I opened my eyes.

After wandering around, she arrived at the entrance of the Great Hall of the People once again. Meng Yingying suddenly had a ridiculous thought: would she travel back in time from here?

Meng Yingying was unaware of this; she was simply somewhat dazed.

So much so that even when Wu Yanzhou and Yang Jie called her, she didn't react, "Yingying."

It was Yang Jie's third call that brought Meng Yingying back to her senses. "Teacher."

"What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

Meng Yingying couldn't say for sure; she was wondering if she could go back to her parents through the Great Hall of the People.

Meng Yingying lowered her eyes and said softly, "I was quite shocked when I first saw the Great Hall of the People."

Yang Jie didn't think much of it, because when she first came here, she was just as shocked as Meng Yingying and couldn't come to her senses for a long time.

It turns out that even in the capital city, where low-rise houses are everywhere, there can be such magnificent buildings, with large pillars, wide doors, and tall staircases.

Each one of them highlights the grandeur of the Great Hall of the People.

"After a couple more times, it won't be so shocking."

"Alright, I just called you to get ready to go in and assemble. After I call your name to indicate attendance, we'll draw lots."

She had barely finished speaking when...

The National Ballet of China troupe also walked towards us.

Led by Lin Rujuan, she led dozens of young and beautiful female comrades. To be honest, people who have been dancing ballet for a long time are different.

Even with a cotton coat over her dance costume, her figure, her demeanor, and her face were truly outstanding.

Anyway, at first glance, Meng Yingying felt that, judging from appearance alone, the people from the Central Ballet were indeed more superior.

Meng Yingying had no idea that Lin Rujuan had made the students balance bowls filled with water on their heads to train their posture, and they couldn't spill the water.

Place the paper on the back of your outstretched hand, making sure the paper doesn't fall.

The most important thing is to eat less.

The students' daily meals are less than half the amount of those of the Capital Song and Dance Troupe.

To be honest, with her rigorous training, it would be hard for the students of the National Ballet of China not to have good posture.

Enemies meeting are bound to be filled with hatred.

Just as Meng Yingying was observing her opponent, Lin Rujuan suddenly stopped, turned around, and walked towards her.

Lin Rujuan's gaze remained fixed on Yang Jie from beginning to end.

To be honest, Lin Rujuan was somewhat shocked. This was actually the first time she had met her senior sister Yang Jie in more than ten years since they parted ways.

"Senior sister, how do you maintain your youthful appearance? You're over forty, how do you still look so young?"

To be honest, some people would believe that she was a senior student.

Yang Jie couldn't do what Lin Rujuan did. The two had clearly parted on bad terms back then, but when they met again, Lin Rujuan was able to pretend that nothing had happened and exchange pleasantries with her.

Yang Jie smiled, "If you worry less and harm fewer people, you will naturally be able to do what I do."

These words were truly merciless.

Lin Rujuan's smile faltered. "After all these years, Senior Sister, your emotional intelligence hasn't improved at all."

Yang Jie hummed in agreement, admitting it frankly, "I'm not as good as you at saying one thing to one person and another to another."

"you--"

Even someone like Lin Rujuan, who considers herself to have high emotional intelligence, couldn't continue the conversation with Yang Jie, a straightforward and honest woman.

"Is this your newly accepted apprentice?"

She fixed her gaze on Meng Yingying.

Everyone was dressed warmly. To be honest, wearing a military overcoat meant that even the best body proportions couldn't be seen.

"I only see her face; she's quite pretty, but I've checked her background. She's from a small town and has only been learning dance for three years. Senior, what makes you think someone who's only been learning dance for three years can beat all of us who have been learning dance since childhood?"

Yang Jie said calmly, "If talent is determined by the length of time one has studied dance, then you wouldn't have asked me to call you senior sister."

These words truly stung Lin Rujuan. Her face instantly turned ugly, and she shifted the focus of her anger, "I really don't understand, senior sister, why did you choose to give up Gu Xiaotang and your position as the head coach of the National Ballet of China back then?"

That's an unusual question, and it carries a hint of manipulative tactics.

Gu Xiaotang, whose name was called, looked up eagerly.

Yang Jie ignored Gu Xiaotang and instead sneered at Lin Rujuan, "Isn't it because of you?"

“If you hadn’t stirred up trouble and kept jumping around, we wouldn’t be in this situation today.”

To be honest, Lin Rujuan has always been known for her uncompromising personality within the National Ballet of China. She also commands great respect from her students.

But in that short time, she was speechless several times after being confronted.

So much so that the students from the National Ballet of China would secretly look up at Yang Jie.

Some people still remember Yang Jie's kindness back then, and their eyes welled up with tears when they saw her again.

Yang Jie didn't go to see them, nor could she, because half of these students were ones she had taught before.

When she took care of them, she was only a little over ten years old, still a child.

When we meet again now, those children from back then have all grown into young women.

Yang Jie withdrew her gaze and called out to Meng Yingying, "Yingying, let's go."

Who would have thought that when they met again, although they were on the same stage, they would become competitors?

Gu Xiaotang, who had been silent all along, stepped forward.

She seemed a little off; in such cold weather, everyone else was wearing cotton-padded coats, but she seemed completely unfazed by the cold.

She was only wearing a thin dance costume.

"Teacher Yang, was it because of her that you refused to accept me back then?"

Her eyes were fixed on Meng Yingying's direction.

It's clear that Yang Jie preferred to leave the National Ballet of China rather than take her on as a student.

This left Gu Xiaotang with a deep-seated trauma and obsession.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have asked the question at this time, in front of everyone.

Yang Jie sighed and stood in front of Meng Yingying, "I took Meng Yingying as my apprentice three months ago."

"This has nothing to do with my leaving the National Ballet of China back then."

"Xiao Tang, don't involve Yingying in this matter."

Gu Xiaotang made an "oh" sound but didn't say anything, his dark eyes staring intently at Meng Yingying.

For a normal person, being stared at by such eerie eyes might be frightening, but Meng Yingying wasn't.

She could tell from Gu Xiaotang's eyes that she had severe depression.

Thinking of this, Meng Yingying reached out her hand and said, "Hello, I am Meng Yingying."

"Please continue to guide me."

Gu Xiaotang mechanically repeated, "Hello, I am Gu Xiaotang."

But he didn't reach out to shake hands, as if he wouldn't.

Seeing them like this, Lin Rujuan was worried that if they continued talking, Gu Xiaotang would betray them. She immediately suggested, "Xiaotang, let's go draw lots."

Gu Xiaotang responded with an "oh" and followed closely behind. Even after they had walked a distance, she kept turning back to look at Meng Yingying and Yang Jie.

She walked and walked, then stopped again, defying Lin Rujuan for the first time. She ran up to Yang Jie, looking at her with sorrowful eyes, and asked, "Am I not good enough?"

"So you chose her?"

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Author's Note: Gu Xiaotang: A silent, mad genius.

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