Lin Qinghuan Studio.
Yan Miao looked at the dazzling dancer in front of her, who was constantly spinning and jumping, wearing a white dance outfit, and couldn't help but take out her phone to record a video of her.
In the video, the girl is like an innocent little elf who ran out of the forest.
From initial confusion and curiosity about the human world to later understanding the coldness and warmth of human relationships, one can calmly and composedly face this world.
She has witnessed the splendor and true feelings of the world, and through repeated breakthroughs, she found herself and gained friends and love.
This is the theme of Song Ran's dance!
Even with the naked eye, Yan Miao could sense the improvement in her skills!
She danced even more beautifully than she did in the dance competition!
In just a few minutes, the entire theme of the dance was vividly presented!
After recording the video, Yan Miao opened WeChat with a mischievous smile and tagged Yan Zhao.
—Yanmiao: I have a video of your wife dancing, do you want it?
—Yan Zhao: Yes! (doge emoji)
—Yan Miao: Cash on delivery!
"bite--"
"Alipay payment received, 1 million!"
Yan Miao was startled by the sudden notification sound from her phone and quickly covered the microphone.
[Damn, if my sister-in-law finds out I sold her dance videos for money, she'll definitely kill me!]
This was the first time she had ever felt so guilty.
I quickly sent the video of Song Ran dancing over, but after a few minutes there was no response. She must have been so engrossed in watching it.
As Yan Miao finished speaking, Song Ran completed her last dance move!
She slowly withdrew her hands. This girl was really adorable. Even if she had swindled Yan Zhao out of a million, or even killed him, she wouldn't be angry.
Even if I had millions in assets in the future, I would not hesitate to spend money to buy slimming pills, which are priceless!
Not to mention, Yan Miao gave it to her for free!
[Hehe, 1 million yuan arrived. I'll treat my second sister-in-law to hot pot at that restaurant in the west of the city tonight.]
Yan Miao clapped her hands with a smile, "Second Sister-in-law, you danced so well, it was absolutely perfect!"
"I believe that one day you will become a top dancer!"
"Then we'll take Miaomiao's auspicious words as our blessing."
Song Ran took the water glass from her and smiled generously, "I'll go to the changing room to change first, and then I'll come back to clean up later."
"OK."
Yan Miao actually wanted to say that there was no need to clean today, since no suspicious people had been found yet, but she couldn't arouse Song Ran's suspicion, so she could only let her do it.
The two of them practiced in the dance studio for two consecutive days.
Finally, on the night before Lin Qinghuan returned, Song Ran and Yan Miao heard a slight noise coming from the dance studio after they came out of the dressing room!
Today's dance was quite challenging, so Song Ran practiced it several times, and the two of them stayed in the dance studio until around 8 o'clock.
It was already dark when I came out of the locker room!
At this time, the studio staff would have already left work, and there would be no one else around!
Who could it be?
The two looked at each other, got up, and the cat walked over slowly.
At just one glance, Song Ran's jaw dropped!
"teacher?"
She murmured softly.
That figure from behind was clearly her teacher, Lin Qinghuan!
Did the teacher come back early?
She was about to go forward to say hello when Yan Miao pulled her down and covered her mouth.
"Don't rush in yet, take another look."
The two peeked through the crack in the door—
The woman inside the door took out a tube of special lubricant from her hand, and wearing a pair of leather gloves, she evenly spread the oil on the floor of the dance studio!
It was actually her who applied the oil!
But why would the teacher apply oil herself in the dance studio?
According to Miaomiao, the teacher slipped and fell because she stepped on a floor that had been smeared with oil, and was then switched at birth after being taken to the emergency room!
Song Ran's CPU is almost overheating!
Just then, the woman inside suddenly turned to the side, and Song Ran revealed an expression that said, "I knew it."
This is the teacher! Why is Miaomiao holding herself down?
But she immediately realized something was wrong!
That woman had a beauty mark under her eye, but the teacher's face was clean and without a single mole!
Who is she? How can she look so much like the teacher? They're practically identical!
This is one of the culprits who murdered Lin Qinghuan—Lin Qingya!
Lin Qingya?
Why does her name sound so much like the teacher's? Could it be...?
Lin Qingya and Lin Qinghuan are twin sisters; Lin Qinghuan is the older sister, and Lin Qingya is the younger sister. Although they look exactly alike, there are still some subtle differences, which only those who know them well can tell them apart.
They look alike, but their dance talents are completely different!
The two sisters loved dancing from a young age, so their parents sent them to a dance school. Unfortunately, Lin Qingya's talent was nowhere near that of Lin Qinghuan, and she was unwilling to work hard, always relying on her beauty and dreaming of becoming a great dancer after graduation!
Lin Qinghuan was different; she poured her heart and soul into dance! Finally, she amazed everyone in a dance competition, winning first place. After that, her dance career seemed to be on a winning streak, progressing smoothly all the way!
It was only then that Lin Qingya realized how far behind Lin Qinghuan had become; she had been left far behind.
Over the years, her career has remained lukewarm, while Lin Qinghuan has become one of the top dance masters in the country! Therefore, Lin Qingya has always felt resentful and secretly harbors hatred towards Lin Qinghuan, but due to Lin Qinghuan's wealth, she has to pretend to be a harmonious sister.
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