Xu Qingqing was warming up in the training room. When she looked up, she saw a group of people surrounding Huang Yiping.
Looking at Huang Yiping's bandaged face, she couldn't help but sneer.
I thought that such a big scratch on the face would be unbearable for someone as thin-skinned as Huang Yiping.
I didn't expect that she would be so courageous and willing to come back with this face to continue training.
Meng Anyao was also stretching herself. When she heard everyone's comfort and encouragement, she just sneered, her eyes full of contempt and sarcasm.
Just because he borrowed Jiang Xiachu's clothes, he cut his face.
When she saw the long wound in the dormitory just now, she was also shocked. She knew without a doubt that there would be a scar on her face, and it would be a very ugly scar.
Huang Yiping's life will be ruined by this scar.
All of this is Jiang Xiachu's fault. She has really done a lot of harm to others.
Unfortunately, there were also nails on the clothes Jiang Xiachu was going to wear, but she was lucky and her face was not scratched or disfigured.
Thinking of this, Meng Anyao curled her lips in frustration, glanced at Jiang Xiachu who was standing outside the door, and sighed.
Jiang Xiachu is so lucky, she didn't get any retribution for this, and let others take it all for her.
Soon, Huang Yiping returned to the training room and trained as usual like in the morning.
There are mirrors on all sides of the training room. No matter where you stand or which direction you face, you can clearly see yourself in the mirror.
Huang Yiping raised her eyes and saw her own face at a glance.
She subconsciously clenched her fists, her nails almost digging into her palms, even though she repeatedly told herself to be strong and not to think too much, and that the wound would definitely heal.
But when she saw her bandaged face, she could imagine the hideous wounds under the bandages, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.
She glanced at the mirror inadvertently, and her heart suddenly tensed up.
In the training room, other team members were carrying out their daily training, but Huang Yiping was the only one who was absent-minded. She was in a very bad state, always distracted and unable to keep up with everyone else.
Du Jing watched everyone training and noticed at a glance that something was wrong with Huang Yiping. She could clearly feel that she was still upset about the disfigurement of her face, and she couldn't find her form during training.
She sighed helplessly, walked up to Huang Yiping, and said softly, "Yiping, come with me."
Huang Yiping's heart tightened, she clenched her hands tightly, kept picking her fingers, and followed Du Jing very nervously.
Du Jing took her to a corner of the training room, raised his eyes and looked at her, and said softly: "Your face is injured. I know you are in a bad mood, so you have not been in good condition. Why don't you take a rest aside and continue training after a while."
After that, she emphasized: "I'm not blaming or criticizing you. After all, I feel sorry for you when this happens. I understand your mentality. Take a break first, watch others train, find your form, and come back when you're better."
Huang Yiping's eyes were misty and tears were about to flow down. She nodded and responded, "I understand. Thank you, Captain."
Du Jing nodded: "Well, just sit here and rest. Call me if you need anything."
"good."
After comforting Huang Yiping for a few words, Du Jing returned to the front of the training room and looked around, watching everyone train and checking if there were any problems.
Jiang Xiachu and Qin Ningqian stood in the first row, practicing basic dance skills.
Du Jing stood in the back row and looked at the two of them.
It is obvious that both of them have different body shapes and postures from others. The difference can be seen in their basic skills alone. They are very talented.
Du Jing observed them for a while, nodded with satisfaction, then coughed twice, strode to the front, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone stop for a moment."
As soon as the words fell, the training room quickly became quiet, and everyone raised their eyes to look at Du Jing in front of them.
Du Jing's eyes stayed on Qin Ningqian and Jiang Xiachu, and he raised his voice and said, "Everyone, please pause for a moment. Qin Ningqian and Jiang Xiachu, you two should come out and pick one individually so that everyone can see it."
Upon hearing this, the two glanced at each other, then tacitly raised their feet and took half a step forward.
After seeing Du Jing nod, the two of them danced the dance they had practiced before and immediately got into the mood.
The movements of the two were particularly light and smooth, showing the beauty of the dance to the fullest, with graceful lines, clean and neat movements, and a unique appeal.
Soon, the surrounding team members were all fascinated and stared at them intently, their eyes full of envy and admiration.
When the dance ended, there was warm applause and exclamations in the training room.
"They both dance so beautifully! Such talent is beyond compare... I am so envious."
"Yes, I feel that their understanding and expression of this dance are much better than mine. No wonder they are ranked first and second. I am really convinced this time. It's amazing."
"And they are beautiful. Why does God give all the benefits to them?"
“I wish I could dance this well someday…”
Everyone was expressing their admiration one after another, and some felt a little embarrassed by the praise given to Jiang Xiachu.
There was endless discussion. Huang Yiping, who was resting in the corner, looked at their radiant appearance and felt extremely envious. She couldn't help but raise her hand again, touching her injured face, and her eyes dimmed.
"Wantong, when did you come to rest? I turned around and didn't see you."
A girl walked up to another person and asked with a puzzled look on her face.
Ye Wantong was holding her own water bottle and drinking water while taking a rest.
Her face darkened slightly, she took a big gulp of water, glanced at Jiang Xiachu's feet, and said nothing.
The girl frowned when she saw this, but didn't ask any more questions.
There were two cultural soldiers sitting next to Ye Wantong, who were also taking a break and drinking water.
Lin Xiao looked at the two people in front of the training room, curled his lips, and said with disdain: "The dance of these two new recruits is still too immature. Isn't the captain's vision too low now?"
Zhang Lan nodded and agreed, "Yes, the basics are good, but this dance is really not very good. It can't dance out the profound feeling of the original version. It's still too young, and the realm of thought is not high enough."
"You really hit the nail on the head. I think she is not as good as Wantong in dancing. She doesn't understand the deep meaning of this dance. She is just pretending on the surface."
When Ye Wantong heard this, her eyes flickered, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her smile was somewhat meaningful.
Lin Xiao and Zhang Lan chattered for a long time, but she didn't comment.
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