be your white moonlight

Chapter 18 Leave
"Oh, it's really too bad. The tracking was discovered again~" I was woken up by the ringing of my cell phone again. I sat up, rubbed my hair irritably, and answered the phone, "Hello, who is this?"

Familiar French came from the receiver, "Vos professions (your teacher)."

(The following French words are replaced by Chinese.)
I suddenly woke up and said, "Hey, Salah, you called me suddenly. Is there something wrong?"

Salah, my dance teacher, the world's top all-round dancer, when I was 5 years old, my parents asked him to teach me how to dance.

Salah said happily, "Abby, there is a world-class dance competition next month. I have registered you. You will come to France as soon as possible. My team recently had a closed targeted training. You just happened to participate in it to prepare for the competition." .”

"Do I still have room to refuse?" I asked weakly.

"No, you have to win the championship, otherwise the teacher will lose his life." Salah said anxiously.

I said clearly: "You won't make a bet with the teachers in the team again, will you?"

Salah: "...Well, anyway, you should book your flight now and try to get to Paris tomorrow."

Me: "Okay, book now, Salah remember to pick me up at the airport tomorrow."

Salah: "OK OK, as long as you come, I can talk about anything."

I hung up the phone and booked the earliest flight to Paris. When I got out of the room, I found that my aunt had gone to the company.

I took my suitcase and went out. On the way to the airport, I sent a message to the family group: Dear family, I just received a call from Salah. I am going to France for closed training for half a month and then compete, about eight months. Return home at the end of the month.

Brother: Pay attention to rest and don’t practice dancing for a long time.

Dad: Girl, can’t we contact each other during closed training?
Mom: Girls should protect themselves outside.

Uncle: Remember to bring cosmetics and bags for your aunt when you come back.

Auntie: You can bring a boyfriend with you when you come back.

As the chat content became more and more inappropriate, I simply quit WeChat. Suddenly I saw Qin Xiaoxian’s message. I was so shocked and moved that I didn’t know what to reply to, so I quit WeChat.

When I arrived at the airport, I went through the security check, boarded the plane, asked the stewardess for a thin blanket, and rested in my seat.

Qin Xiaoxian stayed up all night, waiting for Zhang Xiaoxian's reply. He looked at his watch and saw that it was almost noon, so the little girl should get up.

Qin Xiaoxian was just about to send a message to ask Zhang Xiaoxian if she agreed to be his girlfriend, when suddenly the phone rang, "Blue bricks with tiles and paint, white horses with new mud..."

Qin Xiaoxian answered the phone, "Hi, Brother Lei"

Zhang Yunlei said, "Xuan'er, pack up. I'll see you downstairs in the hotel later. It's time for us to go to the airport."

Qin Xiaoxian responded, "Okay, I'll be downstairs in five minutes."

Qin Xiaoxian put down his cell phone, packed his few luggage, and hurried downstairs to catch the plane with everyone. In his hurry, he forgot to send a message to Zhang Xiaoxian.

At this moment, Qin Xiaoxian didn't know that the next time he contacted Zhang Xiaoxian would be a month later.

Qin Xiaoxian was busy with performances as soon as he returned to BJ. He went to commercial performances with his master or other teams, and he didn't have time to send a message to Zhang Xiaoxian for two days.

When I got off the plane, I saw Salah’s conspicuous pick-up pass and his eye-catching boarding pass. I resisted the desire to slap him and told myself over and over again: Calm down, that’s your commander.

I went up to him, hugged him, and said, "Salah, long time no see."

Salah looked anxious and pulled me towards the door. "Little Ancestor, let's go quickly. There is no time. I will tell you in detail about this closed training on the way."

He pulled me out of Charles de Gaulle Airport and drove me to the training base.

Salah said to me seriously while driving, "There will be many OGs to guide and train during this training. It is said to be training, but it is actually a selection to form a new dance group. Many great masters have come to participate in the training."

"I understand. So the dance competition you mentioned is also a threshold for joining this dance troupe?" I guessed.

Salah glanced at me appreciatively, "My students are smart, that's right. Not only do you have to stand out from the training camp, but you also have to win the competition."

I complained, "Not only so that I can join the dance troupe, but also to ensure that you don't go bankrupt, right? Tell me, how much did you bet on me?"

Salah looked sullen and said, "All my pension money was gambled."

I gave him reassurance, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, the pension money will still be kept for you."

Salah listened to my confident words and thought, this wave is a sure win.

After arriving at the training base, I went in with Salah. To my surprise, Salah was also the instructor of this training.After I handed over all electronic and communication devices according to the rules, I was taken by the staff to meet other students.

When I arrived at the dance studio, I saw many familiar faces, including many contestants from various countries that I had met in previous competitions, as well as top domestic dancers... Many dancers who knew me came to say hello, "Hey, Abby, you are here too. ”

I shrugged and said helplessly, "Salah has to let me come, I can't refuse."

"Gather together!" the instructor said with a microphone.

(End of this chapter)