Chapter 65 Sweet Undercurrents
Ya Ting was rebuffed, her smile froze, and she cursed Su Jiaojiao inwardly for being ungrateful. But then she thought again and was secretly glad that she hadn't joined Manny and Haoyu in framing Su Jiaojiao, otherwise she would be in the same terrible situation as them. She wanted to continue in this industry, and she couldn't afford to offend Su Jiaojiao.
Thinking this, Yating's tone became even more obsequious:
"Jiaojiao, can I be in your group during dance practice later? My movements aren't very good, could you teach me?"
Su Jiaojiao was stretching her legs when she heard this. Without even looking up, her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable distance:
"No, Xingche and I are practicing our couple dance, we don't have time."
Ya Ting's face paled, and she stood there awkwardly, watching Su Jiaojiao and Lin Xingche warming up in front of the mirror. She was insanely jealous, but dared not say anything more.
Just then, a girl in a pink tracksuit walked over. She had a round face and big eyes, and looked exceptionally cute. She went to Su Jiaojiao's side, handed her a bottle of water, and said in a clear voice:
"Jiaojiao, my name is Li Meng, I really like you! I watch every single one of your live streams, and you dance so beautifully!"
Su Jiaojiao took the water, smiled at her, and revealed her shallow dimples:
Thank you, Li Meng.
"No, no!" Li Meng quickly waved her hand, her eyes sparkling as she looked at her.
"I think you're a really nice person, unlike what they say. Ya-ting's tone was so fake when she was talking to you just now, just ignore her."
Su Jiaojiao raised an eyebrow, surprised that this girl was so direct. Looking into Li Meng's sincere eyes, she felt a surge of goodwill towards her.
"OK"
"Can I stand next to you during dance practice later?"
Li Meng asked cautiously, afraid that she would refuse.
"Of course!" Su Jiaojiao smiled sweetly, her lips curving upwards.
Li Meng jumped up with joy, like a happy little rabbit.
Ya Ting watched this scene from the sidelines, clenching her fists in anger. She could only watch helplessly as Su Jiaojiao and Li Meng chatted animatedly, while she slunk away to the other side to join the other anchors.
At eight o'clock sharp, Su Yue appeared at the dance studio door. She was wearing a smart black suit, her hair was tied up, and she exuded a powerful aura. She clapped her hands, her voice clear and bright:
"Everyone, quiet down! This morning we practiced the three dances for the group broadcast, this afternoon we familiarized ourselves with the routine, and the official broadcast starts at 7:30 tonight. Did you understand?"
"Yes, I heard you!" everyone answered in unison.
"The first dance is a couple dance between Jiaojiao and Xingche, called 'Starry Night and Beautiful Face'."
Su Yue's gaze fell on Su Jiaojiao and Lin Xingche, her eyes filled with satisfaction.
"This dance is the highlight of the group's broadcast, so you two need to practice hard and make sure your movements are perfectly synchronized."
"Yes, Master!"
Su Jiaojiao and Lin Xingche answered in unison.
The music started, a light and sweet tune. Su Jiaojiao and Lin Xingche stood facing each other in front of the mirror. Lin Xingche was 1.87 meters tall, while Su Jiaojiao only reached his shoulder. Their eyes met in the mirror, and Lin Xingche's heart skipped a beat.
He stared at Su Jiaojiao, who was wearing a white cropped knit top. Her slender waist was incredibly slim, and her legs were long and straight beneath her black athletic shorts. Her skin was dazzlingly white, especially the cropped knit top, which occasionally slipped down slightly due to her movements, revealing a patch of snow-white skin with clearly defined contours. He was completely mesmerized.
"Xingche, what are you standing there for?"
Su Jiaojiao's voice was soft, tinged with doubt.
Lin Xingche snapped back to reality, his cheeks instantly turning bright red, even his ears turning a light blush. He quickly looked away, his voice stammering:
"N-nothing, sister, let's begin."
As the music quickened, Su Jiaojiao's body swayed to the rhythm. Her dance skills were superb; every movement was precise and fluid, like that of a natural dancer. Her waist was as supple as a water snake, and as she spun, her ponytail drew beautiful arcs in the air. When she lifted her legs high, they were as straight as arrows, drawing gasps of amazement from those around her.
Lin Xingche quickly got into character. His movements were clean and crisp, a stark contrast to Su Jiaojiao's soft and cute demeanor, yet they complemented each other perfectly. Their movements were incredibly synchronized; raising their hands, spinning, and jumping—every interaction was bubbly with sweetness.
When the music reached its climax, Lin Xingche needed to lean forward and make eye contact with Su Jiaojiao. He bent down slightly, his nose almost touching her forehead.
At such close range, he could smell the faint fragrance emanating from Su Jiaojiao, a scent like a blend of cherry blossoms and milk, sweet but not cloying. His gaze unconsciously drifted downwards, landing on her snow-white skin, its contours clearly defined, making his heart pound and his blood practically boil.
His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his body trembled instantly from the unintentional touch. An indescribable tingling sensation surged through his limbs, so pleasurable that he almost groaned.
Su Jiaojiao sensed his stiffness, looked up at him, and looked at him with a puzzled expression:
"Xingche, what's wrong? Is your movement wrong?"
Lin Xingche snapped back to reality, quickly straightened up, shook his head, and said in a low, hoarse voice:
"No, no, sister, I'm fine."
He dared not look down any further, and could only stare intently into Su Jiaojiao's eyes. But those eyes were so bright, like they were filled with stars, that they made his heart begin to burn again.
[Ding—Detected an increase in Lin Xingche's affection for the host! Current affection level: 75!]
[Ding—Host's charm level has skyrocketed! Lin Xingche's heart-fluttering value +10086!]
The system's cute, soft voice echoed in her mind. Su Jiaojiao's lips curved into a smile, a sly glint in her eyes. She deliberately leaned closer to Lin Xingche, her voice soft and alluring:
"Xingche, you need to bend over a little more for this pose, otherwise the camera won't be able to capture it."
Her breath brushed against his neck, carrying a faint, sweet fragrance. Lin Xingche's body trembled again, his ears turning bright red. He quickly did as she said, but as he leaned down, he couldn't help but glance quickly at that patch of snow-white skin.
My heart started pounding again, as if it was about to leap out of my chest.
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