On the second day of training, Tu Nian had gradually gotten the hang of it.
For example, she could probably grasp and understand the ways of "qi" and "texture". All the exercises, including the SLS popular exercises that Tia asked them to do, revolved around these two points.
In addition, according to the twins, Tia's course is not the only content of this training.
As an artist who participated in training at the same time as Tu Nian, Shao Hua informed her that the training included teaching of singing skills and music theory, as well as learning of a series of knowledge such as body shape, diet planning, and dance.
The training lasted for over two months, of which music training accounted for one-third, and the rest was all these odds and ends, unimportant things. When Tu Nian heard this, he decided to discuss with Bo Qiu and decide not to learn these things himself.
Lunch was still some bland soup, and Shuangsheng made her a cup of honey water just like yesterday.
Looking at the cup with faint mist, Tu Nian thought about what Bo Qiu said before he left, raised the thermos cup beside him towards Shuangsheng, indicating that he had it, thanked her for her kindness and did not touch it again.
Shuangsheng didn't seem to care much about it. She just bent her watery eyes and looked at Tu Nian across from her, chatting about all kinds of things, and occasionally asking about Bo Qiu.
The day passed quickly. Before leaving get out of class, Tia specifically reminded me that tomorrow was a physical education class on the seventh floor.
After leaving Shaohua's gate, there was still the Maybach parked on the roadside not far away.
Bo Qiu was leaning against the car in a suit. He was tall and stylish, with a handsome face, looking like a knight in silver waiting for the princess to return.
Tu Nian's heartbeat was slightly disturbed for a moment, but after it calmed down, he walked towards him.
"Are you feeling good today?" Bo Qiu opened the car door for her and placed his large palm on the edge of the car to prevent her from hitting her head.
"Very well. Oh, there's something." Tu Nian got into the car, closed the door, and looked at him through the window.
"What's wrong?" Bo Qiu was about to open the driver's door when he stopped and looked back.
"I heard that this training has many parts that have nothing to do with music. Can I not participate?" She said the last sentence very carefully, and most of it was meant to be a negotiation.
"Well," Bo Qiu smiled at her, his teeth looking as white as porcelain, "No." After saying that, he opened the door and got into the car.
"Why?" Tu Nian leaned forward, only to see Bo Qiu concentrating on reversing the car, seemingly not intending to answer her. She pursed her lips and leaned back into the back seat, feeling rather unhappy.
The resentment surging from the back seat seemed to be about to drown Bo Qiu. He pretended to be a master and remained silent for a long time. When Tu Nian simply took out his phone and pretended to stop talking, he smiled and said, "What are you doing? Your boss has no authority, so you have to hold a grudge against me for a joke?"
Tu Nian's eyes lit up, and she heard Bo Qiu say again: "We didn't plan for you to train with Ji. If you don't have Tia's class, you can go to the studio with Luo Chi, so you can learn more about stage performances from him.
But Shaohua has an etiquette class, and if they offer it, you have to go."
Tu Nian knew that the class would probably talk about the techniques and precautions for making a debut. He was too worldly-wise, so there would be nothing wrong in learning it, so he happily agreed.
After returning to Boshi International, Tu Nian got out of the car and was about to say goodbye to him when he saw Song Shi standing not far away. She stood there with a smile on her face, looking at them leisurely, looking as elegant and beautiful as when Tu Nian first met her.
Tu Nian had seen this woman's fierceness, which was completely different from her appearance. Seeing her now, no matter how much Tu Nian cared, he knew he shouldn't stay any longer. She gave Bo Qiu a look that said "May the best of you" and turned around and ran away.
Bo Qiu's smile froze the moment Tu Nian walked away.
Song Shilian took light steps and opened the passenger door naturally. At the same time, the sweet orange blossom fragrance lingering on her body poured into the car, driving away the faint lavender scent in the car.
The car started slowly. Song Shi saw the black figure riding the motorcycle from the front window, and the elegance on his face gradually changed.
She snorted contemptuously, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, and said coldly, "Shameless wild woman."
"Song Shi." Bo Qiu slowly called her name, the warning in his tone was self-evident.
His deep voice echoed in the car, and the air was so oppressive that it almost froze. However, Song Shi didn't care about this atmosphere at all. Sensing the hostility emanating from Bo Qiu, she smiled suddenly: "Why, you still haven't given up? Brother Huai told me that she was just an illusion that you had for so many years."
When this was mentioned, Song Shi's smile became even more unbridled: "Don't say that she is not worthy of you at all. Maybe she already has someone else in her heart and doesn't like you."
"Brother Yi," she finished talking about Tu Nian and then turned to talk about herself. She held her chin and looked at Bo Qiu beside her with infatuation, her face full of pitiful expression: "I really love you. After all these years, don't you still know my heart?"
Bo Qiu's grip on the steering wheel kept tightening.
How could he not know? Every woman who showed interest in him had her face inexplicably disfigured, or was slandered by all sorts of appalling rumors, eventually being cyberbullied to the point of daring to appear in public again. Worse still, some were dragged off, raped, and then committed suicide.
In the eyes of others, Song Shi might just be a spoiled woman, but he was probably the only one who knew the hideous and terrifying face beneath her beautiful skin.
Song Shi's slender and tender fingertips wandered across his cheek, emitting a faint fragrance.
"Besides, I didn't force you to marry me, did I?"
Bo Qiu looked at Song Shi coldly. Her smile, which was gentle yet elegant, was like a wildly growing hibiscus flower.
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After more than a month, Tu Nian stepped into Xingxian's door again. The familiar noise and lights came towards her, and she actually felt a little familiar.
Chu Qiurong didn't come to Xingxian every day, but on the 15th of every month, he would come to inspect.
Today is not the fifteenth, so she came here just to try her luck. If Chu Qiurong is not here, the worst that can happen is that she will just leave.
It was a little after 8:30, and Song Chengming was playing a lively mix of records. The dance floor was bustling with activity, and it looked incredibly lively. She made her way around the crowd to the bar, watching her old friend's unrestrained energy, and a wave of emotion welled up in her heart.
I had taught him a lot of music in the past, but I didn't expect that today, I would be the one to find a way out first.
But to be honest, he is actually quite free moving between bars. In short, he lives a good life and has found the things he likes.
"Sister Tu!" The boy with a crew cut who was mixing drinks at the bar shouted excitedly when he saw Tu Nian.
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