Volume 1 Beginning of Summer Chapter 16 Dance
The alarm clock rang.
Jiang You reached into the pillow and turned off the alarm clock. He pulled the quilt up to cover his entire head.
Ten minutes later, the alarm rang again.
This time he turned over, and after listening to the alarm for more than ten seconds, he struggled to sit up. He squinted and glanced at the screen of his mobile phone. It was seven forty.
He reached out and touched the glasses on the bedside table and put them on. After sitting on the bed with the quilt for another five or six minutes, he got out of bed, changed his clothes, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.
After washing up, he walked into the living room and looked around. Then he walked to the small refrigerator and took out a bottle of Coke and a can of milk. He sat down on the sofa with the Coke and milk in his arms.
After putting the Coke into his bag, he bent down and took out a glass from the drawer of the coffee table, tore open the can, poured the milk into it, and threw the empty can into the trash can.
He stared at the glass for a few seconds.
The white liquid remained motionless.
"It's already thirty degrees today."
He sighed, stood up with the cup in his hand, walked to the shelf next to the microwave, put the glass in the microwave for two minutes, then took it out and put it back on the coffee table.
This time, the water level dropped slowly.
"I can't do anything about you," he picked up the shoulder bag on the sofa and hung it over his shoulder, "Take good care of the house."
After walking out of the insect house, he went to the small restaurant next door and ordered a bowl of snow vegetable and yellow croaker noodles.
"Oh, it's so early today, the sun is rising from the west?" Yin Jie, the owner of Xiaofangzhai, was wearing an apron and holding a plate. He brought noodles to the table in front of Jiang You. He looked at Jiang You's dress and asked, "Are you going out?"
"Let's go to a comic convention."
"Comic convention? My son also likes to watch animation. What's the name of the matchmaker?"
"Fox Demon Little Matchmaker."
"Yes, that's it. I don't want it to affect his studies, so I only let him watch one episode a day. You eat."
"You keep busy."
Jiang You was picking noodles while browsing his phone. The noodles were soft but chewy. The yellow croaker was slightly fried on both sides, and the meat was delicate, fresh and not fishy.
After finishing the last mouthful of soup, Jiang You took out a tissue from his bag and wiped his mouth. He walked to the counter and paid with his mobile phone. "Old Yin, I'm leaving now."
Yin Jie leaned half of his body out of the kitchen, "Okay, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow."
Jiang You called a taxi using his cell phone, and by the time he finally reached the intersection, it was already half past eight.
"Going to the New International Exhibition Center?" the taxi driver confirmed with Jiang You.
"Yes, let's go from Bohai Road." Jiang You fastened his seat belt.
The sky was blue without a single cloud, and the sun shone through the car window onto his face and body. He said, "It's really summer now. It's still June. By July or August, it will be 40 degrees, right?"
"It's hard to say," the taxi driver glanced at Jiang You, "It's already the beginning of the plum rain season. It's going to rain in two days, and it's going to rain for more than ten days. There will be typhoons later. The hottest month is actually June."
"Typhoon, Tangjiang has a barrier," Jiang You saw more and more pedestrians wearing cosplay costumes on the sidewalk outside the window, all of whom were going to the comic exhibition. He sighed: "If I dress like that, I will get heatstroke in half a day."
"Young man, you are young too."
"Middle-aged."
As they were talking, the driver parked the car at the entrance. Jiang You paid the fare, walked out of the car and walked into the sunshine.
The entrance to the New International Exhibition Center was fenced off with a winding passageway filled with people. Jiang You hung his admission ticket around his neck, walked along the edge of the queue, turned to the other side of the complex, and walked forward another 100 to 200 meters before reaching the staff passageway.
The security guard standing outside the passage glanced at the admission ticket on his chest, looked at him twice, hesitated for a moment, and then made way for him.
Jiang You walked in.
There were already quite a few people in the exhibition hall. Jiang You took out his mobile phone and found the venue map and timetable he had saved in advance. After comparing them, he crossed the central axis and walked straight to the stage in front.
The open space in front of the stage was fenced off with railings, and more than twenty people were already lining up where the entrance sign was placed.
Jiang You quickened his pace and stood at the end of the line.
At ten o'clock, Mai Mi Meatball will hold a fan meeting here.
"Jiang You?"
Hearing the recognizable cold voice, Jiang You turned his head and saw Tang Butian walking out of the crowd and walking towards him.
There is never a shortage of beauties at comic conventions .
Amidst the riot of colour, Tang Butian's presence was not weakened in the slightest.
She wore light makeup and looked a little more mature.
The cheongsam-style white gradient lace skirt wraps the body. The skirt is calf-length and transitions from white to pink from the knee.
Tang Butian walked in front of Jiang You.
The dark pink canvas shoes have almost no heels and only expose a small part of the calves, but when walking, one can still feel the slenderness of the legs.
She asked, "Why are you here?"
"It's Rouwan Wanzi's first time to come to Tangjiang, and it's also her first time to dance to 'Lovers' Ferris Wheel', so of course I have to come and watch it live."
As they were talking, the line behind them had grown by several dozen meters.
"You like her?"
"She's very cute," Jiang You looked at the meatball on the poster, with twin ponytails and a sweet smile, "She dances hard, lives hard, and I see strength in her..."
"Appreciate the body." Tang Butian interrupted Jiang You.
"Yes, a beautiful body." Jiang You smiled and glanced at Tang Butian, "Your presence here gives me some bad associations."
"I came here with my classmates." Tang Butian said.
"What's your major?"
"finance."
“So professional.”
"You think it's good?"
"Of course, economic laws, the basic laws governing the operation of the world. What about your classmates?"
Tang Butian glanced at the crowd in front of her and said, "She's queuing up for autographs."
As they were talking, the staff removed the railing at the entrance, and the audience walked forward along the fenced passage to the open space in front of the stage.
Because they arrived early, Jiang You and Tang Butian stood in the middle of the second row.
The music started playing.
Then, five dancers jumped onto the stage from the backstage with energetic smiles.
"Hello everyone, I'm Xia!"
"I'm the flute!"
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A girl with twin ponytails, wearing a white short T-shirt and a light blue short gauze skirt walked to the front of the stage.
She had a string of small bells tied around her ankles, and every time she took a step, the bells made a crisp sound.
She said, "Hi everyone, I'm Meatball Meatball!"
The music of "Lovers' Ferris Wheel" sounded.
They swayed their bodies and danced to the beat of the music.
The calf muscles tighten and relax with the movement.
"Very energetic, right?"
Without hearing Tang Butian's answer, Jiang You turned his head to look at her and saw the solemn expression on her face.
He asked, "What's wrong?"
"Tattoo. Waist."
Jiang You adjusted his glasses and looked at the stage again.
The T-shirt was very short, and her waist was occasionally exposed during the dance.
Jiang You saw a black pentagram tattoo on Rouwan's left waist, with a single eye in the middle of the pentagram.
His expression also turned serious.
Rouwan performed 4 dances in total, 3 group dances and 1 solo dance.
After the performance, Jiang You and Tang Butian looked at each other, then they walked out of the exhibition hall and went outdoors.
Five or six cosplayers posed in the open space, surrounded by photographers.
"What do you see on that tattoo?" Tang Butian asked.
"It should be a tattoo post. It's a bit strange indeed. The light inside is too messy and I can't see clearly. Are you checking something?"
"Xia Xia, do you know her?"
