Inside the warm room, because all the learners were female, they didn’t care if anyone saw them and were not embarrassed. A group of girls had taken off their coats, unabashedly displaying their youthful and shapely figures.
In one corner of the practice room, it was the same for classmate Xu Xing. She was posing while listening to the teacher’s instructions.
"This dance requires you to control the range of your movements as much as possible, making the most of your physical flexibility learnt from yoga classes, and to express what you want through your body movements. You have to imagine yourself as a seed deeply buried in the soil, which suddenly wakes up from a deep dream after a burst of spring thunder. Starting to take root and sprout, bravely breaking through the heavy blockage of the soil, seeking the sunlight, ready to welcome the upcoming wind, frost, rain and snow..."
The teacher pointed out and demonstrated the movements: ", your movements should be slow, very slow. Why? Because when you just sprout, your leaves haven’t fully unfolded, right? At this moment, when you see the sunlight, it bursts forth. Using small yet intense movements, evince your joy at seeing the sunlight—like the poetry says—the silver jar suddenly breaks and the water-jet springs, bursting out the life force hidden deep within..."
My wife is getting more and more beautiful!
No one noticed that, in this insect-free winter day, there was a strange little insect, twitching its tiny legs, and crawling excitedly on the windowsill, appraising the dancing girl.
As the girl’s body gradually bent into an elegant curve, the little insect started muttering to itself again.
This wife of mine, only knows how to knit a sweater for me, doesn’t even know to change her own sweater, look, it’s showing skin already. But if it wasn’t , I wouldn’t have noticed how pretty my wife’s waist is!
When the girl lightly lifted her leg, raising it gradually, all the way to her head, the little insect was suddenly distressed: How can she be dancing with socks only! No shoes? Is this how it is done on stage? What if my wife freezes?
With the girl’s every motion, the little insect twisted and turned on the windowsill, busier than the dancing girl.
As the girl bent low, extending her arms, like a bird ready to take off, fully displaying her exquisite figure, the little insect was thoroughly excited.
No wonder the elders always say, when you choose a wife, choose one who looks healthy, that way the children won’t go hungry. So, this is what a good looking wife means! Why haven’t I noticed before? Could it be that to know a wife is good looking, you need to take a sneaky peek at her?
The little insect was completely transformed into a little perv, wishing it could immediately rush over, embrace his wife’s soft waist, and then kiss and kiss and kiss!
Following a sharp sound, the practice room was then filled with silent cries of surprise.
"Such a big insect? How can there be such a strange insect in winter..."
"Hurry, hurry, squash it! It’s scary..."
So that’s what is meant by ’happiness gets wrenched by sorrow’. The little insect was so preoccupied with watching his wife, it actually had the misfortune of falling off the windowsill.
Seeing those girls who were pouting just a moment ago transform into heartless insect killers and clumsily grab all kinds of bizarre objects, the little insect was suddenly frustrated.
Who would have thought, these girls not only look uglier than my wife, but also harbor such brutal hearts.
The tiny insect fearlessly faced the panicking and shouting girls, subtly transformed its appearance, then fluttered its wings and flew up.
"Ah, it can fly..." Seeing the little insect fly up, not one of these girls noticed any differences between the flying insect and the one that fell to the ground just before—after all, who would think that an insect could shapeshift, let alone one of these girls being closely observant!
What’s the big deal about an insect? Looking at these girls’ reactions, despite being college students, how embarrassing.
My wife is the best, so composed, not stirred at all.
Managing to reach the ceiling, the little insect looked down from above at the girls who had enthusiastically rushed over to kill the insect but had to dodge out of the way when the little insect suddenly took flight, igniting a sense of appreciation.
"Make way, let me do it!" Suddenly a shrill shout came, and the girls hurriedly made way.
The calmest girl among them was seen wielding a foldable fan used for dancing, charging over huffily—truly as calm as a virgin, but also swift like a fleeing rabbit—obviously this time she was using the folded fan like a weapon.
The little insect was still reflecting when it suddenly saw his wife charging over and immediately knew he was in danger, but it was already too late.
The girl ran right underneath the little insect, looking like a doe basking in the sunlight, lightly leaped—like a swallow returning to the woods, or an eagle shooting for the sky—truly magnificent: it was as if the legendary archer Houyi shot down the sun, or the emperor’s chariots soaring up high.
Then with a light flick of the girl’s hand, the little insect had an intimate contact with the fan.
With a ’plop’ sound, the little insect was sent flying onto the window glass, pausing for a bit before slowly sliding down.
"Xiao Xing, you’re amazing! You should play basketball, you can jump really high..."