Chapter 190 Successfully Attracted Attention
When working, Su Man will obey Fang Zhiming's arrangements.
Normally, Su Man is like this: "When the leader eats, I turn the table, and when the leader drinks water, I brake."
She successfully attracted Fang Zhiming's attention.
Fang Zhiming began to find fault with Su Man in every aspect of dance.
But Fang Zhiming only had theories but no practical experience, and was defeated by Su Man several times, leaving him speechless in public.
Fang Zhiming was speechless several times when facing Su Man.
So he didn't bother Su Man anymore.
After all, Su Man is really capable and he appreciates people with ability.
One night, the dance troupe had already gone off work, and only the stagehands were left in the theater, tidying up the stage.
Fang Zhiming always got off work late and often worked overtime until late at night, so he simply set up a rest room in the studio.
When he worked too late, he would just sleep in the theater.
He works diligently and often works overtime, so you can often see that the stage lights in the theater are all turned off, with only the lights in his studio still on.
The same is true today.
He was so engrossed in his work that when he came to his senses and looked at the time, he found that it was already past midnight.
Normally at this time, all the lights outside should have been turned off, but now, there was still one light on the stage outside.
Fang Zhiming made an irritable "tsk" sound.
This group of people forgot to turn off the lights again.
He stood up from his desk, twisted his tired neck, and walked out of the studio slowly. When he was dizzy, he saw a dancing figure on the stage. Her long hair was loose, and she was wearing a white gauze dress, which was particularly creepy at this time.
After Fang Zhiming returned from studying abroad, he heard a lot of Chinese horror stories.
Especially ghost stories about the theater.
He was actually scared, but also very interested, so every time his colleagues told ghost stories, he would always go over and listen.
It’s delicious and addictive.
At that moment, Fang Zhiming really thought he had seen a ghost.
Or a female ghost dancing on the stage.
I broke out in cold sweat and almost lost my composure.
Just then, the people on the stage also saw him and stopped.
Fang Zhiming saw the face of the person on the stage clearly, and all his rationality returned. "Why is it you?"
Suman said, "I want to practice more."
After saying that, he ignored Fang Zhiming and continued to dance on his own.
When it is not working hours, Su Man treats Fang Zhiming with such coldness.
Fang Zhiming was also used to her attitude.
I didn't care at the moment, but took two steps forward.
He saw that Suman had put many marks on the stage, which were used as fixed points.
Just by looking at these marks, you can see Suman's intentions.
This is also the reason why Suman did not go home and practiced dancing in the dance studio at home.
She needs to be familiar with the theatre stage.
Fang Zhiming frowned and asked, "Are you practicing 'Rose'? Didn't I tell you there's no place for you on this tour?"
Su Man paused, her forehead glistening with sweat. "I know, but the dance troupe doesn't have a rule that prohibits practicing a dance drama that you won't be performing in, right?"
Fang Zhiming choked.
There really is no such rule.
He said, "If you want to practice, you can go home and practice on your own."
"Isn't it said that the theater is open to internal staff 24 hours a day, unconditionally?"
Fang Zhiming sneered: "It is true that the venue is open for use, but I never said that the electricity is also free for you to use."
Suman said, "I understand."
Fang Zhiming looked at Su Man twice, with a hint of "as expected" in his eyes.
I thought I had met a tenacious genius, but I didn't expect that he was just pretending and would back down when he encountered a little difficulty.
"Now that you know, quickly turn off the lights, pack up your things, close the door and leave."
Fang Zhiming was not polite at all and spoke in a very bad tone. He didn't even look at Su Man and turned back to the studio.
The stage lights were turned off after a few minutes.
The empty auditorium and the huge stage were plunged into darkness.
Fang Zhiming continued to devote himself to his work, but he was always unable to concentrate 100%.
He devoted one percent of his energy to paying attention to what was happening outside.
According to the lights-out time, Suman should have left long ago.
But he didn't hear the sound of the door closing outside.
I didn't wait for Su Man to pass through the corridor and leave.
Fang Zhiming became suspicious:
Is Su Man planning to ambush him in the dark and launch a surprise attack on him?
Considering Su Man's usual performance, this speculation is not impossible.
With doubts, Fang Zhiming got up and went out again.
He paused every few steps, being extremely cautious, fearing that Suman would appear from nowhere and knock him unconscious with a wooden stick.
When he reached the door, he looked around and saw no one in the corridor.
Huh?
Where are the people?
At this time, there was a faint light on the other side of the stage, flickering faintly.
Fang Zhiming walked towards the stage.
Suman did not leave and was still on the stage.
She turned off the stage lights, turned on the light of her mobile phone, and danced in the dim environment with the faint light.
Fang Zhiming hugged his chest with his hands, stood there, and stared at Su Man.
After watching for a while, he went back to the studio to work overtime.
That night, no one knew when Su Man left. In the second half of the night, he consciously went out to the corridor for a stroll. When he looked at the stage again, she was gone.
the next day.
Suman brought her own lighting equipment, so she could see clearly even without turning on the theater's headlights.
Day 3.
Su Man worked overtime as usual.
Fang Zhiming was bored at work and wandered to the front of the stage. "You can't go on tour. What's the point of practicing like this?"
Suman ignored him.
Fang Zhiming was somewhat helpless. "...Can you at least give me a response? I am considered your superior, right?"
"Are you talking to me?"
"It's just you and me here. I'm not talking to you, I'm performing a ritual?"
"After work, there's no such thing as a superior-subordinate relationship. Besides, you're affecting me."
"You're really good! I've never seen anyone so stubborn. Just keep practicing, it's all in vain."
Fang Zhiming was frustrated and went back to the studio in frustration.
Day 4.
Fang Zhiming held the thermos cup, went to the bottom of the stage, put the thermos cup on the edge of the stage, then stretched his waist, legs and feet, and did a set of elderly stretching exercises. He picked up the thermos cup again, shook the soaked wolfberries inside, took a sip, and then walked back.
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Later, Fang Zhiming felt uncomfortable whenever Su Man didn't practice with him.
It seems like there is no one to accompany me when I work overtime.
One day, Suman finished extra practice, picked up his bag and left the theater.
It was late at night and she felt a little hungry.
Su Man happened to pass by a 24-hour convenience store and walked in.
After training all night, Su Man just wanted to eat something hot to warm her stomach.
She stood in front of the oden and said to the waiter, "I want a bunch of tempura, radish, and beef meatballs."
The automatic door of the convenience store opened, and a man came in and said to the owner, "I want the same thing as her, but I want two skewers of each. Forget it, I'm not full, three skewers."
Su Man was very familiar with this voice, Fang Zhiming.
When she turned her head, she saw Fang Zhiming walking towards her with his hands in his pockets.
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