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These days, Suzhou felt as if her heart was being clawed by a cat, filled with longing for Lu Zean, who was far away in England. They had been apart for too long, separated by vast oceans. She wanted to call him and pour out her feelings, but the exorbitant phone charges made that impossible. Instead, she buried her thoughts deep within, often taking out Lu Zean's photo at night, caressing it and reminiscing about their time together, hoping he would return soon.
Before she could gather her thoughts, the day of the competition arrived in a flash. Suzhou channeled all her longing for Lu Zean into her dance practice, spending day and night in the studio. She repeated each movement tirelessly, even as her knees and ankles bruised from the effort, all in pursuit of perfection.
During the individual competition, as soon as she stepped onto the stage, her presence captivated the entire audience. With the music playing, her movements were light and graceful, like a sprite flitting through the woods. The blend of Classical Dance's elegance and Modern Dance's innovation was flawless; every step and turn was executed perfectly. The judges nodded in approval, and without a doubt, she secured first place.
In the group competition, she and her partners Chen Yiran and Ma Zhao Zhao worked together with remarkable synergy, like cogs in a well-oiled machine. Their dance choreography was full of creativity, conveying emotions seamlessly with fluid movements. Once again, they embraced the championship trophy.
Holding the trophy brought overwhelming joy that nearly spilled over. Chen Yiran and Ma Zhao Zhao pulled Suzhou along, insisting they celebrate properly. Ma Zhao Zhao patted her chest and declared she would take them to a great place to eat. The trio headed to an extravagant hotel in the capital.
As they entered, the doorman and waitstaff recognized Ma Zhao Zhao immediately and greeted her with wide smiles and respectful bows: "Good day, Miss!" The warmth and respect left Suzhou and Chen Yiran stunned; their eyes widened in disbelief. They exchanged glances, both pondering how their down-to-earth friend Ma Zhao Zhao could come from such an extraordinary background as a young lady of privilege. However shocked they were, their friendship remained unchanged as they linked arms and entered the hotel together, ready to enjoy their celebration.
Hearing Ma Zhao Zhao's enthusiastic suggestion while holding a piece of spicy tripe in her chopsticks, Suzhou hesitated for a moment before revealing her thoughts. "Zhao Zhao, your idea is tempting, but it's a significant decision. I think I should discuss it with my family first since it concerns my future," she said thoughtfully. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she added softly, "And I need to talk it over with my boyfriend too."
The moment those words left her lips, it was like dropping a stone into water that sent ripples through the air. Ma Zhao Zhao and Chen Yiran had been eagerly focused on her but now stared wide-eyed in shock. Chen Yiran leaned forward eagerly, propping herself up on the table as she asked urgently, "What? Boyfriend! When did you get a boyfriend? Lin Xiaoyu, you’ve kept this under wraps! Tell us everything!"
Ma Zhao Zhao nodded vigorously beside her, shaking Suzhou's arm excitedly: "Yes! Yes! Hurry up and tell us how you met him! What’s he like? You can't keep this to yourself!"
Suzhou couldn't help but chuckle at their enthusiasm. She set down her chopsticks, her eyes sparkling with sweetness and shyness as she began to recount how she met Lu Zean on campus when he helped her pick up a fallen dance shoe. As they grew closer through walks together and heartfelt conversations, Ma Zhao Zhao and Chen Yiran listened intently—gasping at times or stifling giggles—immersed in this romantic tale.
As Suzhou spoke about her memories with Lu Zean, a smile crept onto her lips unconsciously; her eyes sparkled with affection and nostalgia. Each recollection played vividly in her mind like a movie—his tall figure, warm smile, and those reluctant eyes when they parted filled her heart with warmth and happiness. Yet within that happiness lay a tinge of bittersweetness; after all, they were separated by mountains and rivers with communication being difficult. The expensive phone calls turned into an extravagant wish; most times she could only express her longing through his photos while waiting for him to return after completing his studies.
Once she finished sharing about their relationship, the conversation shifted toward future plans. As Ma Zhao Zhao discussed the advantages of their company, Suzhou straightened up slightly in her seat. She lifted her teacup for a sip; the warm tea slid down her throat soothingly while calming her thoughts. Hearing about hiring experienced dance instructors made her heart skip a beat—like a traveler who had been groping around in darkness suddenly catching sight of dawn. After countless hours of hard practice in the studio without finding a breakthrough point for improvement, she imagined how much progress she could make under the guidance of a master artist.
When opportunities for performances arose—from local theaters to provincial stages—her heart raced with excitement yet also trepidation. The excitement stemmed from having larger stages to showcase her love for dance; it meant more people could witness what she had cultivated through hard work. The anxiety came from fearing that perhaps she wasn't ready or capable enough to meet those expectations. She recalled how nervous she felt during small performances where even standing on modest stages made her palms sweat; how would she manage on grander stages under brighter lights with larger audiences?
As Chen Yiran analyzed dance styles and promotional strategies for their group, Suzhou's eyes widened with curiosity and anticipation. She thought about those occasional glimpses of dance articles tucked away in newspapers—how proud she would feel if she could appear there one day! Her mind began to swirl with ideas about merging traditional dance elements with Modern Dance styles; inspiration flowed like a spring bubbling forth as visions danced in her mind of traditional costumes colliding beautifully with modern steps.
But soon enough worries crept back into her thoughts—what if their innovations strayed too far from authentic dance essence? What if audiences didn’t accept their vision? A whirlwind of thoughts surged within; one moment filled with ambition believing that the future held great promise; another moment hesitating knowing that thorns lined their path ahead requiring diligence and caution. Yet ultimately it became clear that after graduation from dance school, she finally had newfound clarity about her direction forward along with an abundance of motivation.
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