Chang Le wanted to stay at the Zhu Men base until the end of the cultural event, and naturally no one at the base objected. Huan Bo stayed to accompany her, while Xue Wuwang returned first.
Chang Le suggested taking Kazmir out of the black jail for a few days, and Wei Jinyan readily agreed; when she said she needed a room to use as a dance studio, Wei Jinyan was stunned: "A dance studio?"
Chang Le nodded. Huan Bo, who hadn't listened to her conversation with Kazmir, also looked at her in surprise.
Wei Jinyan said, "There is no such place in Fuyao City, but we can set aside a training room and make some simple modifications to use it as a dance studio."
Thank you.
After Chang Le thanked him, Wei Jinyan immediately had someone take care of it, and soon an assistant led her to her room.
Seeing her scrutinizing him so intently, Huanbo couldn't help but ask, "Lele, you mentioned the arts club and the dance studio. Are you planning to perform at the party?"
“Yes,” Chang Le said, “cooperate with Kazmir.”
Huanbo immediately bared his teeth, his tone becoming sour and sarcastic: "Dance with him? Why should I dance with him? He's not even a friend."
Chang Le suddenly turned to look at him: "After the cultural performance, I'll accompany you to Penglai in Dongzhou. You should want to go back and visit."
Huanbo was taken aback, but the sour feeling immediately dissipated. He smiled indifferently and said, "Hey, that place is hundreds of years old. I can't even remember what it looks like anymore. Why bother going to see it... Wait a minute!"
At this point, he suddenly realized, "You could tell I've regained my memories?"
Because of the severe injury he suffered three hundred years ago, Huanbo's remaining soul, though revived after being infused into a body of a similar being, did not retain all of his memories. He only had an inexplicable dependence on Chang Le and was not a completely independent person. However, after the world's window opened, thanks to the increased spiritual energy of heaven and earth, Huanbo, a spirit creature born under the favor of heaven and earth, unexpectedly regained all of his memories.
However, due to the numerous affairs of the Dragon Sect and the frequent mishaps of Chang Le, Huan Bo did not mention it to anyone. Unexpectedly, Chang Le actually figured it out.
Chang Le shook his head somewhat ashamed: "It's not that I could tell."
—It was after returning from a long journey that I learned you had died in the lightning tribulation of Penglai, and that I realized you had actually regained all your memories.
She was preoccupied with the dead, those far away, and those who could not return, only to realize, upon looking back, that she had neglected the people closest to her.
Even until their deaths, Chang Le never fully understood the thoughts and feelings of Luo Xuan, Huan Bo, and Xue Wuwang. She felt guilty and wanted to make amends.
Huanbo was a little puzzled, but he keenly noticed Chang Le's unusual behavior, so he stopped asking and said, "Alright, let's go together after we finish things here."
The dance studio was quickly transformed, and Chang Le had Kazmir brought over.
When Kazmir arrived, he saw Huanbo grinning and setting up a camera, ready to go. In the center of the room, Chang Le, dressed in light training clothes and with his hair tied up, looked serious. He raised his hand a few times, and just when he seemed about to get going, he became listless and restrained.
Huanbo realized something and reluctantly put away the camera: "Never mind, I'll go out first. Lele, you can adjust to it on your own for now."
He turned his head and saw Kazmir, and subconsciously frowned, his eyes scrutinizing him.
Kazmir sneered inwardly. What was with that wary, wolf-like look in his eyes? He had no designs on Chang Le whatsoever.
He returned a cold, sharp look, revealing his ruthlessness. Huanbo showed a hint of disdain, and their eyes met in a flash.
Chang Le asked in confusion, "You... have a grudge against each other?"
How come she can't find any memory of any feud between the two of them?
Huanbo coughed a few times, turned his head and smiled, "No, I just can't stand this god-making faction. I'll go out first."
Chang Le nodded, then said to Kazmir, "Come and train with me."
There were two people left in the room.
Kazmir found the training clothes prepared for him and changed back.
When Kazmir walked into the room and saw himself in his training clothes in the mirror, he felt a little dazed.
He achieved fame at a young age, but died and retired just as he reached the pinnacle. Although he continued to practice his basic skills afterward, he never danced again. Now, standing in front of the mirror, despite feeling excited and rusty, his body has already assumed the movements ingrained in his habits.
He subconsciously raised his hand to form a circle, stood on tiptoe, and the next moment he saw Chang Le's staring eyes, almost twisting his ankle.
There's an awkwardness to performing in front of familiar people.
Kazmir cleared his throat and put on a cold face: "You said you wanted to dance with me, so you've also studied ballet?"
Chang Le shook his head: "I mainly studied classical Chinese dance, and I've also learned a little modern dance and ballroom dance."
Kazmir pursed his lips slightly: "Then we need to innovate our cooperation methods?"
Chang Le looked at him expectantly and said, "You're a professional, it's all up to you."
Kazmir laughed in exasperation: "And then you just wait for it to be choreographed and then start learning?"
Chang Le pulled up a document: "I have some ideas for the script."
Kazmir stepped forward, examined it carefully, and his expression turned serious: "It's not bad."
He said, "Then let's use this script. I'll choreograph it later. Let's practice the basics today, since we're all a bit rusty."
Uncle Huan was still worried, so he took a stroll and came back. As soon as he got to the door, he heard suppressed gasps. When he got to the door, he saw two people, one with his ankle on the bench in a split, and the other with his legs bent and his heel on the soft cotton cushion on the wall. The arc of their legs was more than 180 degrees, which made people's teeth ache.
The suppressed gasps came from Kazmir, who was standing against the wall practicing his legwork. His muscular legs were taut, and sweat was already seeping through his clothes on the back. He was still flexible, but he was definitely rusty, and forcing himself to stretch again inevitably felt awkward.
Chang Le, on the other hand, didn't react much.
She could feel her muscles and bones stretching, but there was no obvious pain, fatigue, or sweat.
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