Dance
Within the bar, the atmosphere is hot and boisterous. Yet, peculiarly, ever since He Ying sat down, in their little patch of the world, it has become an odd pocket of tranquility, like a quiet corner in the midst of chaos.
He Ying is truly beautiful, the most stunning person Jing Dan has laid eyes on over the years. Her wavy, curled hair is vibrant and grand yet doesn’t lack in elegance, revealing a full and commanding forehead. Her eyes always seem to carry the gentleness of spring waters, and when she looks at someone, such a glance is laden with deep affection.
However, despite her beauty, Jing Dan doesn’t like her.
Over the years, she has seen enough TV dramas and films to know that characters with an aura similar to He Ying’s are usually the ones with a profound depth of mind, enriched emotional experiences, and skilled at manipulating others’ hearts.
How could she ever outplay her game? Naturally, she should stay far, far away.
“Aren’t you eating?” He Ying propped her cheek with her hand, smiling as she looked at her.
Jing Dan had a face that was habitually cool and indifferent, yet her eyes were bright and spirited, inexplicably making He Ying feel that those eyes seemed familiar.
However, this sense of familiarity was mysterious and sudden; she couldn’t figure out where this feeling of recognition came from.
Jing Dan snorted coldly. Although her nose had already keenly picked up the fragrance of the food He Ying brought, a principled panda like her couldn’t just be bought and tempted by a bit of food, could she?!
She continued to jab at the fruits in front of her, striving not to let her gaze wander toward those snacks.
Seeing that she still ignored her, He Ying asked with some confusion, “Does Miss Jing know me?”
Although He Ying was quite famous in the dance circle, she didn’t have the confidence to believe that everyone knew her. Could it be that Miss Jing had seen some variety shows she participated in?
This time, He Ying scrutinized Jing Dan more carefully. At first glance, Jing Dan seemed very cold and ascetic. But judging by her previous attitude and behavior, He Ying felt she seemed somewhat childish. Would such a person watch those dance-related shows?
“I don’t know you,” Jing Dan finally responded. She wasn’t wrong; before today, she really didn’t know He Ying’s name.
“Not knowing me, then may I know where Miss Jing’s opinions about me come from?” He Ying raised an eyebrow, feeling that Jing Dan was like a child who cannot tell lies, completely unable to pretend convincingly.
When she said the words “I don’t know you,” her opinions were practically written all over her face, just shy of outright saying it to her.
Jing Dan choked back a response, looking into her eyes.
He Ying also looked back at her with a smile, those eyes as if trying to hook onto Jing Dan, then glean all the things she wanted from her.
“I don’t have any opinions about you.” Ultimately, Jing Dan couldn’t stand up to her gaze and was the first to look away, muttering under her breath.
Could it be her true form is also a fox spirit? Does Hu Tu know she’s a spirit?
“You have no opinions about me, huh.” He Ying nodded as if convinced, then fished out her phone, fiddled with it for a moment, and handed it to Jing Dan with a beaming smile. “Since you have no disdain for me, and now that we’re acquainted, how about we become friends?”
Jing Dan looked down to see a QR code.
“…”
“Now I have an opinion about you!” Jing Dan hurriedly said with a serious tone, her gaze sharp as she looked at her, as if the matter was of the utmost importance.
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He Ying blinked and then burst out laughing, almost to tears. She didn’t understand why Jing Dan’s reaction was so comical to her. Just a moment ago, Jing Dan stated she had no opinions, but as soon as she saw that He Ying wanted to add her as a contact, she immediately spoke her true thoughts.
She just wanted to add a friend, is that so terrifying?
“Fine, then let me hear it, what is your opinion of me.”
He Ying turned off her phone’s screen and casually placed it on the coffee table, then leaned closer to Jing Dan with an interest, anticipating her answer.
Jing Dan: “…”
This woman is not only frivolous, but she’s also a tough nut to crack!
“What’s the matter? Can’t you say anything?” Seeing her not speaking, He Ying urged her on.
With a smile plastered on her face, her heart, however, was thoroughly amused. Had she now become like a bully school tyrant picking on the studious good students?
Yet, the more jubilant He Ying laughed, the deeper Jing Dan furrowed her brow, feeling somewhat stifled in her heart, sensing that she was being toyed with by the other.
“Since you’re unable to voice any opinions, does that mean you have none? No opinions, so can we add each other as friends this time?” He Ying’s smile grew even wider, and she turned her phone back on and extended it towards Jing Dan.
Perhaps people who are naturally good-looking have an easier time winning others’ favor. If it were other people ignoring He Ying, she wouldn’t be willing to pay them any mind either. But the person before her intrigued her enormously — she wanted to tease her, to see her speechless look which to her was exceedingly adorable.
He Ying felt that there was something wrong with herself, that she actually wanted to tease this person whom she had just met for the first time.
Could it be because of her pair of eyes that felt so familiar?
In the end, the two of them did add each other as friends. He Ying looked at Jing Dan’s profile picture—a vibrant bamboo shoot with two leaves stretching out.
“Cute,” she commented.
Jing Dan remained expressionless.
“Hey Yingying, are you about to go on a show soon?”
Suddenly, a drunken woman stumbled over and leaned on He Ying. Since she couldn’t control her volume, Jing Dan could hear every word loud and clear.
Go on a show? Isn’t He Ying a dancer? Jing Dan glanced at He Ying, who was trying to push the woman away.
The strong smell of alcohol was almost sprayed on He Ying’s face, and this too-close distance instinctively made her frown. She quickly tried to pull the woman up.
“Yingying, why are you pulling me?” the drunk woman muttered.
“Okay, okay, you’re drunk. Hurry back and rest.” He Ying, feeling helpless, pulled her up to lean on the sofa, then went to pour her a glass of lemon water to sober her up.
“You haven’t answered my question just now~”
The woman twisted in displeasure, insisting on an answer.
Jing Dan stood by, skewering her fruit, observing the woman’s demeanor, and then glanced at He Ying. Wasn’t this persistence the same as the previous He Ying’s? Equally relentless.
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“Yes, yes, yes, I’m going next Monday.”
“Mm, I heard that your show invited Fei Yang, is that so? Could you help me get his autograph?!” Upon hearing this, the woman immediately became excited, her body sitting up straight, almost falling into He Ying’s arms again.
He Ying: “……”
She knew it was because of this. Ever since she started appearing on variety shows, she had been frequently asked to obtain celebrity autographs.
She let out a slight sigh, “Alright, if there’s a chance, I’ll get it for you.”
Jing Dan took another look at her, not expecting that this person might be frivolous, but still good to her friends.
“Not to say too much, but won’t you really drink?” Hu Tu came over with a glass in hand, looking at the piece of Hami melon on Jing Dan’s fork, shaking her head helplessly.
“Didn’t I tell you already?” Jing Dan gave her a cold look.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Hu Tu suddenly burst into laughter, fortunately she turned her head in time; otherwise, her drink would have sprayed all over Jing Dan’s face.
He Ying was also drawn over by the commotion, but after glancing over, didn’t say anything and turned back to continue persuading the woman to drink some lemon water.
“You can’t fool me here, I know what you’re really like.” Hu Tu leaned in and whispered with a laugh. Why was this person giving her the cold shoulder? Had she forgotten when she herself was as clumsy as a panda, unable to walk and only managing to crawl around on the ground?
Jing Dan’s face was taut, and she looked at her expressionlessly.
“Ha ha ha, alright, I’ll stop talking.” Hu Tu held back her laughter and quickly raised her hand in a gesture of surrender.
This panda has really become something; this cold face of hers is getting more and more intimidating.
“Speaking of which, why don’t you hook me up with a position like Vice President or something in your company? I’m bored and idle anyway.” Hu Tu nudged Jing Dan’s shoulder.
Jing Dan silently stared at her, not saying a word, preferring to let her come to some self-awareness on her own.
What else is this person good at besides indulging in eating, drinking, and merrymaking?
Seeing that no one else was paying attention to them, Hu Tu lowered her voice and said, “With me by your side, you can feel a bit more at ease, right? Who knows when you might suddenly lose control and turn back into a panda? Having me around is also good for covering you up!”
Appealing to emotions and explaining with reason—anyway, she was set on landing that Vice President position!
Jing Dan: “…Fine.”
Because of this, Jing Dan felt a small surge of irritation in her heart. Why couldn’t she always control her transformation? Despite how things are for her, a panda who can’t even manage a basic transformation is still praised as a once-in-a-lifetime genius by her clan.
A genius in the Panda Clan is not really worth much.
Jing Dan was somewhat stifled; she didn’t even know when she would be able to control herself and be a qualified spirit.
After making up her mind, Hu Tu put down her wine glass and slipped into the dance floor, getting up close and personal as she danced with the crowd.
The dynamic music greatly stimulated the hedonistic spirit within everyone, unleashing it unrestrainedly within this nightlife scene.
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After settling the woman down, He Ying came back to Jing Dan’s side, glanced at Hu Tu in the dance floor, and asked, “Miss Jing, why don’t you dance?”
Although this person doesn’t look like someone who would dance.
Jing Dan’s internal frustration hadn’t cleared, and even the tone of her speech was somewhat stifled, even a bit confrontational, “If you, who can dance, are not going, why should I?”
Oh?
He Ying raised an eyebrow, keenly noticing the change in her emotions. But wasn’t everything fine just a moment ago? Why did it suddenly become like this?
“If Miss Jing would like to see, I can go dance for you.”
Her tone was soft and gentle, making it seem as if she meant what she says.
Jing Dan glanced at her sidelong, remembering Hu Tu’s words that this person was also a lead dancer, and then said, “Oh, then you dance. I want to see.”
The author has something to say:
Jing Xiaodan states that if one can watch the lead dancer perform without spending a penny, why not take advantage of such a bargain?