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After the performance, Yun Li took everyone from the theater along with Qin Nianchu's team out for dinner. They reserved a large private room at the best hotel in town, as Qin Nianchu insisted on treating everyone.
As they ate and drank, getting to know each other better, Qin Nianchu's manager was also on the lookout for promising talent to help boost her career. What if she discovered someone who could become a star?
Yun Li reminded Brother Zhou that he had already signed contracts with several artists over the years, so it wouldn’t be easy to poach anyone now. Brother Zhou was busy handing out business cards and turned around to say, "No problem! If anyone is interested, just give me a call! You can also add me on WeChat." Everyone laughed and agreed.
The year seemed to fly by. In October, Yun Li was set to fly to Russia for a performance, marking the end of a busy half-year. Jiang Shiyu was shuttling between the Aerospace Research Institute and Feitian, rushing from the lab without even having time to rest before heading to the airport.
Huang Min hurried over to talk to him but saw him quickly getting into a taxi. She rushed after him and managed to catch up just in time. As Jiang Shiyu got out of the car and headed toward the airport, Huang Min ran up in her high heels, calling out, "Shiyu!"
Jiang Shiyu turned around, "What?"
"The people from the Ministry of National Defense are here for an inspection. Manager Shi wants you to go greet them."
Jiang Shiyu casually put his hand in his pocket and shrugged it off, telling her to handle it herself since he was too busy. "You don’t need to come tell me next time; Chen Yi will report it."
Chen Yi, his assistant, usually handled these minor matters. However, this time was different; as Qi Hao's lead researcher, he couldn’t afford not to be there.
"Manager Shi will take care of it," he said before walking away.
Huang Min knew he would leave without hesitation but still held onto a glimmer of hope that she could change his mind. Whenever it involved her, everything else seemed to take a backseat.
Upon arriving in Russia, a car was waiting for him. Exhausted from his travels, he sat in the back seat and pressed his fingers against his temples while glancing at his watch.
"Ten more minutes until it starts," he thought impatiently. The Russian language had a distinct sound that was different from others; its pronunciation was precise and familiar, carrying a unique rhythm.
By the time I arrived at the Grand Theater, the performance had already begun. The audience was dimly lit, and many people had come to watch. Numerous ballet pieces were being performed by renowned ballet dancers.
On stage, the ballet dancers moved gracefully. Their long legs, clad in white tights, showcased the muscular lines of their bodies—vibrant and powerful. With a gentle rise on their toes, they executed slow yet steady movements.
The male ballet dancer partnered with them was tall and robust, his handsome face reminiscent of a prince from a fairy tale. His strong arms effortlessly lifted the female dancers.
This performance featured dancers from various countries, showcasing the cultural richness of each nation. Therefore, the duration of each piece was not long, typically around five to six minutes.
As I listened to the music accompanying the ballet, I couldn't help but yawn; it felt a bit dull. Finally, it came to an end, and Yun Li took the stage. The lights dimmed, and a spotlight shone on her delicate silhouette, which exuded both elegance and a hint of alluring mystery.
Her piece was inspired by the mythical nine-tailed fox. Each movement was deliberate and rhythmic, flowing seamlessly with the powerful music. Her long hair cascaded down her back, undisturbed by her movements but instead dancing along with her.
Dressed in a red and white costume that seemed to blend with every strand of her hair as she moved, her gaze lifted slightly, emanating charm. Through a layer of sheer white fabric, her slender shoulders appeared both delicate and strong; their gentle sway captivated everyone present.
She executed numerous floor movements, her skirt billowing like waves or fluttering ribbons in the wind, allowing us to see the intricate patterns upon it clearly. Her flexibility was remarkable as she rolled across the floor and kicked up into a graceful leap. Each motion was smooth and effortless.
Turning to reveal her back, she took a few steps forward; her long arms extended gracefully. The light illuminated her muscle definition through the thin fabric. Her butterfly bones were strikingly beautiful, and the muscles along her spine flowed seamlessly into her elegant posture.
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