Chapter 49: Nothing But Good-Looking
Jing Xiaoqiang still gave the money for the clothes to Du Ruolan.
Even when he was at his lowest point on Broadway, he never took advantage of women.
But this made Du Ruolan concerned about how he made money.
A novice who has fallen in love will always be eager to know every detail of his or her lover.
Sometimes the more beautiful a woman is, the deeper she falls.
Because I am usually very cautious, a rare fall is very serious.
Du Ruolan would really go over everything that was said between them over and over again .
Jing Xiaoqiang inadvertently revealed that he was making money. If you count his six meals a day of various chicken breasts, salmon, fruits and vegetables, plus fish and shrimp from time to time, the food expenses might be more than that of a dormitory.
The most noticeable thing is that Jing Xiaoqiang comes back in a hurry on his bicycle every morning.
He ran away again at noon and in the afternoon. The food he brought was not something you could buy in restaurants.
But after the night training, Jing Xiaoqiang almost never went out. He was not allowed to stay overnight outside during emergency assemblies or night training, and dormitory checks were very strict.
So Du Ruolan spent three days, constantly getting up earlier and earlier, and finally caught Jing Xiaoqiang who was hurrying downstairs to ride a bicycle at less than six in the morning.
But the smart girl didn't jump out and ask him what he was doing.
Instead, while being surprised at how busy and hardworking he was, she began to reflect on whether she was worthy of such an outstanding boy.
That’s right, Du Ruolan, who has always stood out from the crowd and grew up in all kinds of praise and admiration, felt like she had met her nemesis when she met Jing Xiaoqiang.
The confidence that beautiful women have the most was beaten to pieces.
For the first time in my life, I realized that when others no longer care about their appearance, what is left to attract others?
Children these days are still naive . Of course, they get up so early to exercise, study and improve themselves.
Du Ruolan would get up early every day, hide by the dormitory building and watch Jing Xiaoqiang hurriedly ride away on his bike. She would sit in the misty campus and start memorizing words, training her voice and stretching her ligaments.
If you really want to be diligent, there are plenty of things to do.
And once you start this kind of targeted self-cultivation, your self-confidence will slowly begin to return.
In fact, Du Ruolan is still satisfied with the current situation.
At least the entire freshman class already knows about this pair of bickering lovers.
Even if there are some girls who are ready to make a move, Du Ruolan is still confident that she can suppress them.
Just keep walking slowly.
She thought it was quite romantic.
Three days later, when Jing Xiaoqiang brought back a bag of sports bras and distributed them to the beauties in the acting class, the scene was simply sensational!
A dozen girls who were usually pretty enough took their things from Jing Xiaoqiang with rosy faces, and rushed back to the dormitory to change them immediately.
Then the girls who didn't participate in the first batch of group buying stretched their necks to curiously inquire, only to find out that it was too late to regret.
This military training will be over in a few days.
The instructor of the girls' platoon wanted to scold him, but Jing Xiaoqiang quickly took out a copy from his bag and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I thought I'd prepare one for you. I wish you more success in the army and continuous meritorious service in the future!"
The female instructor couldn't believe that a student would dare to give her underwear?
Led by Du Ruolan, the girls have already swarmed around to recommend it: "It's really good, you won't forget it once you use it!"
"Why don't you try changing it quickly..."
When Du Ruolan's pieces were finally taken away, many girls gathered around and made a fuss. They wanted to call her biased, but what did she have to do with them? This was just normal.
Instead, Du Ruolan said thank you graciously, and then mustered up the courage to , "After the military training, it will be National Day soon. There will be a cultural performance for the whole school. Let's arrange a program, just like the performance that day, you sing and I dance."
Jing Xiaoqiang scanned them like a scanner and said, "Well, you're still practicing. You can do more upper limb movements. What should I perform? That would upset everyone. Just get Pan Yunyan and the others to do a group dance. That would definitely stun the whole audience."
Du Ruolan said disdainfully: "Their basics are so poor!"
Jing Xiaoqiang is not afraid of being criticized: "How good can you be? You are the one who takes fifty steps and the one who takes a hundred steps."
Ever since Du Ruolan met Jing Xiaoqiang, her self-esteem and self-confidence have been crushed to pieces, and she is also developing high blood pressure. She stared with wide eyes and puffed up cheeks, demanding an explanation.
What can Jing Xiaoqiang say? If you count all his ex-girlfriends, almost half of them are world-class dancers.
Apart from inheriting Hudelsohn's leading soul, he is also a dancer who grew up through countless dance battles.
But no matter how beautiful or capable the ex-girlfriend is, she is not as close to you as the motherland in front of you.
Or maybe it's a desire to encourage others: "Dance is broad and profound. You can either train your body as an actor, especially if you have a physique that can gain weight, and do warm-up exercises to maintain your body shape and ligaments, which is great, or you can climb towards professional dance skills. The most taboo is to let the pot of water jingle. You are obviously an amateur now, but you still think you are a professional, and in the end you are nothing."
Du Ruolan, who had finally gained confidence for a few days, almost cried again. Her eyes were red, but she stared at the older boy stubbornly.
Jing Xiaoqiang was satisfied: "Yes, you must have this spirit, instead of giving up when you are hit. Look at the reality clearly. It is impossible for you to catch up with the professional players from the dance academy at this stage. Just be a good actor. Then we can analyze the purpose of this National Day Gala and what we want to achieve."
Du Ruolan's eyes changed from surprise to disappointment, then to grievance, and now to surprise.
What Jing Xiaoqiang said is the logical analysis ability that adults should have: "The focus of the drama school's art performance is on the festival routine. If you want to win an award through this performance, it doesn't mean much to get a certificate or a notebook or pen. If you can leave a deep impression on the department leaders or even all the students in this performance, it may be the only worthwhile gain, right?"
Such a mature and steady boy.
How could Du Ruolan not be infatuated with him? She nodded softly, "I only thought about the two of us going on stage, I didn't expect so much."
Jing Xiaoqiang nodded: "You are already a college student, halfway into society, now you have to consider the pros and cons of society, and you are still thinking about love affairs all day long, it's really better not to come to college."
Du Ruolan took a deep breath and said, "I was wrong. What kind of dance should I do with them? It sounds like you know more about it. If I want to take care of them, I can only choose a dance with very low difficulty."
Jing Xiaoqiang couldn't help but laugh, the calm and nonchalant manner of a king: "Half an hour before the military training at noon, you can call them to... the small theater. There won't be many people at noon. The lobby of the theater is suitable for dancing. Do you have a tape recorder?"
Du Ruolan immediately said: "I have a Walkman, and Pan Yunyan has a pair of small speakers."
Jing Xiaoqiang shook his head: "Forget it, yours is too bad, I'll borrow one at noon, remember to change into sports bras ."
Everything before was fine, but this sentence sounds weird.
Du Ruolan didn't care at all and said yes with expectation...
When they got back and talked about it, Jing Xiaoqiang's appeal was so strong that all the girls in the class said they wanted to go and see it, even those who had no dance background at all wanted to go and watch.
When interviewing for acting majors at drama academies, there are usually requirements for what kind of performance you want to receive. Dance is the most common, after all, skits are relatively complicated, poetry recitation is not high enough, and forget about singing, it's useless.
When they gathered in the small theater at noon, the girls changed into casual clothes, which was a rare occurrence. They also put their military uniforms aside. After most of the military training, they had become accustomed to it.
Most of the time, some people who changed into sports bras were happily sharing their feelings. Some people with some dancing skills were deliberately showing off their big moves, which was really neat...
At this time, Jing Xiaoqiang came over on a bicycle carrying a dual-cassette recorder. He was definitely the most handsome guy on this street at that time.
The girls who were dancing hurriedly gathered together to watch Jing Xiaoqiang turn on a tape recorder as big as a double-eyed gas stove. It could even be equipped with dry batteries. It had sixteen sections and the deafening sound was definitely going to lead the trend of square dancing on the street.
In fact, Jing Xiaoqiang went there before midnight and asked the symphony orchestra to record "Does Your Mother Know" temporarily, but added castanets and reggae sound effects before the prelude.
In an era without electronic synthesizers, he was able to find a symphony orchestra to arrange music at any time, which was quite impressive.
Of course, in exchange, singing along with the Chinese version of "Rhapsody in the Blue Sky" that the conductor worked so hard on, actually created a kind of enthusiastic and cheerful atmosphere of preparation for the battle.
The conductor was satisfied and prepared to find a choir to create a grand scene.
Jing Xiaoqiang looked at the dozen or so girls who were sitting or standing at different heights, and still felt a sense of satisfaction at the dazzling array.
Then it was simple and clear: "The whole dance is divided into two parts. The first part is king tut, followed by waacking, and then..."
All the girls including Du Ruolan were stunned.
what are you talking about.
It's like the diving team's 502B, or the gymnastics team's forward roll with legs crossed and 180-degree turns, followed by a backward roll and a straight jump...
I seem to recognize the words, but I have no idea what they mean.
No, I don’t even recognize the words now.
Du Ruolan, who had been cramming , was dumbfounded when she heard Jing Xiaoqiang's familiar English. She thought she always had something to be proud of.
Pan Yunyan immediately said in a sweet voice: "My English is not good, Xiaoqiang, can you translate it for me, please?"
Many girls followed suit and laughed.
Jing Xiaoqiang raised his eyebrows: "You won't understand even if I tell you, forget it, just watch me dance first..."
These girls are nothing but pretty.
