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As the familiar prelude of each dance began to play, it felt as if it had triggered something deep within the soul. Qin Nianchu furrowed her brow slightly and asked, "Could you turn it down a bit?"
The music soon faded for two seconds before a new melody emerged—deep and ethereal, a piece that Yun Li was very familiar with.
Qin Nianzhe noticed the subtitles appearing in the lower left corner and pressed the pause button, reading aloud: "Participant: Yun Li, Performance Title: Shui Yue, Participating Organization: Beijing Dance Academy." So it really was her.
He leaned over to show Jiang Shiyu, saying, "Look, it's Yun Li."
Jiang Shiyu, who had been scrolling through his phone, responded with a nonchalant "Hmm," while Yun Li nervously tightened her grip on her pants.
On the dimly lit stage, a patch of light gradually illuminated a slender and graceful figure. The dancer wore a water-blue costume; as she raised her long arms, her profile was revealed.
Qin Nianzhe excitedly called out to Jiang Shiyu, "She's coming out!" Jiang Shiyu turned his head with some impatience and happened to catch a glimpse of the girl’s profile on the screen.
The girl’s eyes were filled with emotion, her expression vibrant. Although her makeup was heavy, the feelings in her eyes made it clear what kind of story she was telling. The music occasionally featured the sound of dripping water, adding an air of melancholy.
Yun Li's movements were clean and precise; her foundation was solid, and her breath was strong—there was not a hint of instability. It seemed as though she was born to dance; it felt effortless and natural rather than performed.
With a beautiful flourish, Yun Li executed two small flips before finishing with a perfect arc in a back kick known as the Purple Gold Crown—a display of three techniques that appeared effortless and fluid.
Qin Nianzhe's eyes lit up as he gasped in awe. Qin Nianchu scoffed at his wide-eyed reaction, saying, "Seriously? You look like an unrefined dog! If you saw Li Li perform live, your jaw would drop!"
Jiang Shiyu had been captivated from the first glance until the very end. This was his first time watching a dance performance; his previous girlfriends had also studied dance, but when they showed him videos of their performances, he had only given them half-hearted attention without finding anything appealing.
Those videos were purpose-driven; even their makeup was learned online, and their dance moves carried suggestive undertones that he found off-putting.
This was his first experience witnessing such a formal dance performance. What drew him in was how she engaged with the stage—the passion she exuded for dance—and her impressive skills. Though he didn’t know how to critique it being an outsider to this world, he could still tell it was remarkable.
Seeing him watch intently made Yun Li sweat nervously.
Qin Nianzhe clapped enthusiastically after the performance ended, exclaiming, "That was amazing! Beautiful! Absolutely stunning! Right, Shiyu?"
Yun Li cautiously glanced at him; Jiang Shiyu remained calm but finally spoke up, "Yeah, it really is impressive."
It was the first time he praised someone else; on the surface, Yun Li appeared unfazed while inside she felt a whirlwind of excitement. She lowered her head to take a sip of water, a small smile tugging at her lips—subtle yet filled with joy in her eyes.
Qin Nianchu wrapped her arms around Yun Li's shoulders and said, "Li Li, we could really use some effort here. If only you would learn Chinese Folk Dance too, then I wouldn't have to worry about my assignments."
Yun Li sighed, "You! Aren't you afraid of getting caught slacking off every day?"
Qin Nianchu chuckled, "Not at all! I always stand at the back. If I get caught, they’ll just scold me a bit." After so many reprimands about learning dance, her resolve had become as tough as steel.
Dishes began to arrive at the table. Qin Nianzhe served a bowl of rice for Qin Nianchu before filling one for Yun Li.
As they ate and chatted, the atmosphere was lively, filled with the youthful energy that belonged to their generation.
"Is Jiang Shiyu coming today?" Qin Nianchu asked while mixing her rice with the tomato and scrambled eggs.
Jiang Shiyu placed some diced Spicy Chicken into his bowl. His white rice was already soaked in red oil, yet he seemed unfazed by the spice, his expression normal.
"He’s not coming; he has training," he replied.
Hearing this, Qin Nianchu felt a bit disappointed. "Oh."
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