"Shi Xi, your dance steps are wrong. Don't be so stiff. You're dancing, not fighting." The dance teacher lost her temper again.

Shi Xi bit her lip and said softly, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'll practice some more. I'll practice more at home."

Han Suo found a dance teacher to come to the school and teach Shi Xi dance.

They practiced dancing for two hours after school at noon.

However, Shi Xi really couldn't learn it. She could remember the movements, but when she actually did them, it was very awkward.

Di Shi, holding snacks he bought from the school supermarket, strode into the classroom and saw Shi Xi secretly wiping away tears. He rushed over in a panic, "The dance teacher scolded you again. We're not practicing anymore."

"Why don't I practice? The teacher said it's my duty, that I shouldn't be criticized for not jumping well," Shi Xi said helplessly.

"You..." There was no trace of crying in the girl's eyes; he was overthinking it.

"Have some snacks first!"

"Oh!" Shi Xi had sweated a lot while practicing dance, and some sweat got into her eyes. She wiped the sweat from her eyes and was able to see clearly.

She sat in an empty seat, eating bread and drinking milk.

After she finished the bread and milk, her empty stomach finally got to work.

"After offering sacrifices to my internal organs, I felt much more refreshed."

Di Shi looked helplessly at the grinning Shi Xi, "Are you short of money?"

"I don't need it! It's just that I want to use my own money to buy Xiao Xiao a birthday present."

She has already started preparing a scarf, but giving just one scarf is too plain.

She also wanted to buy something unique for Xiao Xiao.

"Oh!" Di Chenxiao responded indifferently.

After a while, Di Shi frowned and said, "Xiao Xi, Master... he doesn't celebrate his birthday."

He had served his master for so many years, yet he had never seen his master celebrate his birthday.

Shi Xi: ? ? ?

She thought that Di Chenxiao would invite a lot of people to celebrate his birthday!

"You haven't seen...his birthday celebration?"

"No. Every year on his birthday, he would stay quietly by himself in his room and wouldn't allow us to disturb him."

The master was staying in the locked room on the second floor.

He couldn't say it, he couldn't tell Xiaoxi—that there were things belonging to Chongxi in that room.

Shi Xi felt a sharp pain in her heart. She reached out and covered her chest. "Xiao Xiao, do you stay in your room alone every year?"

"Um!"

“I don’t care what he was like in the past. Now that I’m by his side, I won’t allow him to celebrate his birthday by himself.”

Indra's eyes dimmed for a moment, then returned to normal.

Shi Xi stood up. "A Shi, you go back first! I'll practice for a while longer."

“I’ll stay here with you. You won’t be able to practice for long before you have to go to class,” Indra said, glancing at his watch.

"Okay, I'll jump one more time and then go back."

Shi Xi tried to jump again, but her movements were still uncoordinated.

Shi Xi: "..." She was about to shut herself off.

"I really have no talent for dancing!"

Di Shi patted Shi Xi on the shoulder as encouragement, "Just practice a few more times and you'll get better. Let's go back to the classroom!"

Shi Xi lowered her head, wondering unhappily which part of her dance she had gone wrong. Why was it that other people could dance gracefully while she danced stiffly?

It seems that God gave her the door of intelligence, but closed the window of dance.

well--

**

Di Chenxiao sat in his study with a sullen face and said coldly, "What is Bai Yanlang doing in the capital again?"

Emperor Wen: "Your subordinate is unaware."

Di Chenxiao tapped the table lightly with his fingers, the sound echoing in the quiet study.

Suddenly, he paused, pressing down heavily. "This time, I don't want him to leave the capital unscathed again."

"yes."