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"Um?"

Before Jiao Wangshu could react, Ling Tinglan had already begun to hum softly to herself.

"The lamplight shattered the corner of the glass window, and the hem of her skirt swirled around the bright moonlight..."

This is a very lively and melodious piece of music. On this cold night, it is as gentle as a babbling brook, and it keeps going up to the sky with the notes until it climbs up to the moon and is reflected in the soft glow of the streetlights.

It's so beautiful it's dazzling.

Jiao Wangshu remembers this song; it was the exercise they did together during recess when they were children.

At that time, in addition to the set of broadcast gymnastics that the Ministry of Education required, their school also came up with another set of exercises, having the school's physical education teachers choreograph a waltz for them to dance.

However, in order to prevent early romantic relationships, the school changed the recess exercise, which was originally supposed to be done by boys and girls together, to be done by boys and girls together.

At that time, they were also a pair, with Jiao Wangshu dancing the male steps and Ling Tinglan dancing the female steps.

Jiao Wangshu finally realized that the "two-person stage" that Ling Tinglan was talking about was actually this.

He was immediately amused by the other person and burst out laughing: "This is even worse than performing drunken boxing on stage. What kind of decent person would turn the morning exercise routine into a duet stage?"

Jiao Wangshu smiled and wiped away the physiological tears that welled up in the corners of her eyes.

"If we actually showed this to people during the promotional tour, the fans would probably boo us off the stage."

Ling Tinglan didn't care about that; he just snorted.

"How will we know it won't work if we don't try?"

As he spoke, he pulled Jiao Wangshu up, humming a song as he put his arm around Jiao Wangshu's waist and started dancing with him.

By this point, even Jiao Wangshu had to admit the power of muscle memory.

So many years have passed, yet he can still remember these dance steps.

Ling Tinglan's voice was soft, and the light melody drifted in the air, yet it reached Jiao Wangshu's ears with unparalleled clarity.

Jiao Wangshu still danced the male steps, and Ling Tinglan danced the female steps, but because the height difference between the two of them was too great now, Jiao Wangshu's hand could only barely reach his shoulder.

Forward and backward, footsteps intertwined.

The air was cold on the winter night, but Ling Tinglan's palms were warm. Jiao Wangshu held his wrist, and the throbbing pulse jumped from his palm all the way to his chest.

The resonance was deafening.

Even the two of them couldn't tell whose heartbeat was whose, or whose pulse was whose.

Only the clearer patter of footsteps remained, falling continuously on the floor and dissipating into the night.

Another rotation.

Following the movements from his memory, Jiao Wangshu automatically took a step forward, awaiting the expected spinning motion. But he had truly forgotten that the distance between them was now vastly different—

He couldn't hold on.

In the midst of the uncontrollable tilting and inversion, Jiao Wangshu had to stand on tiptoe and shift some of his weight onto Ling Tinglan in the chaos, only in this way could he barely maintain his balance.

His heart skipped a beat, and in his panic, Jiao Wangshu finally managed to stand up again. He looked up absently, but all he saw was Ling Tinglan's smiling eyes.

Before he could even see it clearly, Ling Tinglan's hand was already on his shoulder again, a little heavy and a little painful.

Her other hand was tightly clasped with his, her fingers intertwined, and she held Jiao Wangshu's hand high in the air.

And so, Jiao Wangshu was as light as a feather, yet firmly held in someone's grasp. His toes slipped, and in the midst of the dizzying spin, Ling Tinglan caught him steadily.

The delicate tassels of the scarf fluttered and brushed against Ling Tinglan's clothes, hanging on his body like a ball of red thread.

The beginning and the end of the red thread were indistinct, and they were tangled together as if they were tightly bound together.

In a daze, Jiao Wangshu seemed to hear Ling Tinglan's voice as well—

He said.

Jiaojiao, don't be afraid.

Just as I depend on you so much, you should depend on me in the same way.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Holy crap!"

At least two buildings away, on an old tree as thick as two people's waists, a deafening scream erupted, but it quickly disappeared.

The person lying face down is a young woman wearing a baseball cap and a black mask.

At that moment, she was carrying a video camera, staring in shock at the footage she had just captured.

It's no wonder she screamed; anyone would have screamed if they saw this, right?

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and covered her mouth tightly. At this moment, the wildly trembling pupils in her eyes completely exposed her turbulent inner state.

The girl's name is Xiaodi, and she is one of the fan site administrators for the Yanxing CP (Yanxing CP).

This duo stage was supposed to be a great opportunity for her CP to spread sweetness, but Xiao Di never expected that the CP fans would be tricked by the solo fans of the four groups.

Not only did Yanxing not have a duo stage performance, but their solo fans also voted for this bizarre duo stage combination.

Lan Yan? Xing Yue? ??

Do you know that your house is haunted?!

This really angered Xiao Di; she'll protect her own partner herself!

So Xiao Di immediately took annual leave and spent several days there with her camera.

She originally thought she could capture some interaction between Ji Yan and Su Xingran, but she didn't expect the pairing of these two groups to be so bizarre. Their ambition was terrifyingly strong, and they spent all their time in the practice room.

For three days in a row, Xiaodi has only been able to film a little bit of footage of her going to and from get off work. She's so tired of filming that she feels like she's about to have a heart attack.

She thought she was only going to stake out this one last day, and that she would pack her things and go home tomorrow. Little did she know that she would actually capture such a shocking story tonight!

—Although it wasn't Ji Yan and Su Xingran's.

But! Even Ji Yan and Su Xingran couldn't capture the realism of what she's filming now!

Xiao Di was about to scream in terror. What kind of scene was this?

She's been shipping couples for so many years, and she's never seen anything like this before!

What do you mean by two men dancing a waltz on the street at 1 a.m.?

what?

Xiao Di felt like her brain was about to stop working. She wasn't into this pairing, so she hoped it wasn't real.

But now it seems she can't fool herself anymore; this isn't real, she's fake!

However, on the other hand—

If a real-life male-male couple in the entertainment industry is exposed, will they really retire from the industry...?

Thinking of this, Xiao Di's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

The competition on this lousy talent show is so fierce, and Ling Tinglan and Jiao Wangshu are both so popular.

Although both of her beloved children are backed by big companies, what if? What if the Lingjiao duo actually debut?

Even if she doesn't debut, what will happen if the two of them compete with her for resources in the future?

Xiao Di glanced at the camera in her hand; the two boys in the picture were still embracing each other in their dancing pose.

With one less competitor, her two darlings will be even better off...

I'm sorry, you two young lovers.

Xiao Di couldn't help but reveal a villainous smile:

As long as her partner is happy, it doesn't matter who suffers.