The front door of the classroom was opened after Hua Jin appeared on stage, and the others did not intend to close it, and all watched Hua Jin's dance attentively.
Outside the door, He Ling leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, his eyes as deep as obsidian caught the dancing figure in the classroom.
She can dance.
In He Ling's eyes, it seems that only the person dancing with the music is left. In fact, if you look closely, her skills are not exquisite, the only thing is that she is particularly flexible. Accompanied by the slow-paced ancient songs, the whole person is like a spring breeze The soft wicker inside, a white dress spread out with her swirling skirt, like a blooming flower stretching its beautiful petals.
Obviously there was still a video conference waiting for him upstairs, but He Ling's footsteps seemed to take root, he stopped outside the door for a long time without moving, his eyes followed the slender figure inside the door, only admiration remained. .
It was another whirl that was as light as a feather, but He Ling met her astonished gaze in the air.
But the astonishment disappeared in an instant before He Ling realized that Hua Jin saw him. Through the crack of the door, Hua Jin gently bent his eyes at him, and the corners of his lips curled up as if filled with honey.
That smile was like a flash in the pan, and she hid it in the next second.
Hua Jin turned around and continued dancing. When the song was over and she turned around to look again, the door was already empty, with no one in sight.
She panted lightly, calming down the violent heartbeat just after dancing.
However, the students seemed to have just woken up from a big dream, and the applause suddenly broke out. Lu Rongrong's palms were red but she didn't have any intention of stopping.
Even Xie Zimo clapped his hands symbolically. You must know that during the entire party just now, this person has been sitting quietly by the side without any sense of presence.
Wang Cong at the other end of the classroom looked at Hua Jin with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, but it was just appreciation.
The last time at the Golden Feast, including the Bi Xiangwen incident that shocked the whole school recently, Wang Cong knew that this girl seemed simple, but in fact she was thorny, and she was not a choice to play in the world together.
The only two people in the class who did not applaud were Feng Qing, who had just finished performing, and Liu Qing, who was beside Feng Qing.
Liu Qing's face was ashen, but Feng Qing didn't see any change, but his eyes were cold.
"This is too versatile, I study so well, and I can dance!"
"Did I ever go blind? Why didn't I realize that Hua Jin is so good-looking!"
"This is my goddess from now on! Don't rob me!"
"I originally thought that Feng Qing's performance just now was good enough. Who would have thought that Hua Jin would be the dark horse tonight!"
The literary and art committee also reacted, and quickly pushed the host up.
Hua Jin also walked from the middle to the side. Lu Rongrong had reserved a seat for her early in the morning, stroked her skirt and sat down.
"Thank you Hua Jin for the wonderful performance! Now, everyone, take out the little note you just sent to everyone, write down your favorite show tonight on the note, and collect it in two minutes."
The host was talking on the stage, and Lu Rongrong whispered next to Hua Jin, "Oh my God, you danced so beautifully just now, I didn't expect you to be able to dance."
"A little bit."
Hua Jin raised her hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, exposing her fair neck.
It is true that she has never learned dance since she was a child, but shortly after her debut in her last life, her manager pushed her to participate in a star dance competition.
At that time, she didn't have as many businesses as she did later, so she spent five full months practicing dance moves.
In the end, at the end of that show, he won the championship of that season.
For the dance that she practiced so hard, she picked out the most basic one and recalled it slowly on the playground. The result was even better than she imagined. It was not in vain. .
Soon, the literary and art committee asked someone to collect the votes of the whole class, and the result of the statistics was as expected, it was Hua Jin.
Hua Jin came to the stage again and received the gift prepared by the literary and art committee, a light yellow pencil case with inspirational sentences such as studying hard and making progress every day printed on it.
After receiving the award, I returned to the work. The next lottery art committee prepared 30 small gifts, but Hua Jin didn't get one.
The party will end soon. In the stressful environment of the third year of high school, the party of less than two hours will bring relaxation to all the students.
Hua Jin went to the bathroom with her school uniform in her arms, and came back later.At that time, the class had almost ended, and Lu Rongrong was still waiting for her to leave in the classroom.
"Are you leaving the day after tomorrow?"
Lu Rongrong picked up the schoolbag on the stool, and walked out with Hua Jin.
"Well, every winter vacation I go to my grandparents' house with my parents."
Hua Jin also picked up her schoolbag. She rummaged through the innermost pocket of her schoolbag to find her mobile phone, but found something hard and cold.
She pulled it out and took a look. It was the key to the rooftop that He Ling had given her at the beginning.
Later, He Ling refitted the rooftop door again, and after replacing the door with a fingerprint lock, the key lay in his schoolbag and fell asleep for a semester.
Hua Jin looked at the key, and suddenly remembered He Ling who he saw outside the door just now.
At that time, she only had a quick glance and hadn't seen He Ling clearly, but she could feel the loneliness and coldness around him.
Originally, when we met in the previous life, He Ling had already achieved great success. Hua Jin always thought that this cold temperament was an accessory of a successful and capable entrepreneur, but in this life, he was still so young, yet still as silent as a pool of stagnant water.
Hua Jin clenched the key tightly with his backhand, looked down at Lu Rongrong who was beside him, "I'll go to the rooftop first, Rongrong, you go home first."
Although Lu Rongrong has never been to the rooftop, she is one of the very few people who knows exactly where Huajin goes between classes.
Hua Jin left the classroom and walked all the way to the rooftop.
Opening the door, there was no one on the entire rooftop, only the hammock where He Ling rested on weekdays sank slightly.
Hua Jin walked lightly, even pulling a blanket as he passed the sofa.
When he came to him, he saw He Ling sleeping in the hammock. Even at this time, his eyes were cold.
Hua Jin gently put the blanket in his hand on his body, then reached out and put the key in He Ling's hand.
"Thank you."
She whispered softly, her voice was barely audible.
After putting everything away, Hua Jin left the rooftop with her schoolbag on her back, and the rooftop door closed gently behind her.
He Ling opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the door closing. He took the key at hand and squeezed it into the palm of his hand.
Hua Jin.
He looked out of the window, and the first snow was falling from the sky one after another. He didn't know when winter had quietly arrived (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com