Dragon Clan: Reboot Life

Chapter 104 If Life Is Just Like First Seen

The music in the spacious ballroom is passionate and full of rhythm.

Caesar and Chu Zihang, the two most shining club leaders of Kassel College, looked at each other, refusing to give in to each other, just like a lion and a tiger meeting on the narrow road between the jungle and the grassland.

They were expressionless with each other, holding each other's thick waist like a bear and a lion, holding hands, clasping fingers, and dancing in the middle of the dance floor.

Although the movements seem a bit stiff, the passionate and wild dance steps reveal gorgeous elegance, and the cooperation between the two is remarkable!

Faced with this once-in-a-century spectacle, the lucky audience fell into contemplation and self-doubt.

Except for Nuonuo who covered her mouth and laughed almost out of breath.

Fingel sighed in a low voice: "Junior brother, looking at them, I can't help thinking of our past."

"Hey? Senior brother, is there a story between you two?" Xia Mi pricked up his ears, his face full of anticipation.

"Get out. Don't use such ambiguous words, I was forced to play by you last year." Lu Mingfei's face was dark.

Nuonuo finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "At last year's dinner, the two of them performed a whole dance in front of everyone."

Xia Mi's eyes sparkled, and he said excitedly: "Is there a video? How can this kind of thing not be recorded and preserved forever! Classics will be passed down forever!"

"You can offer a reward on the night watchman forum, maybe someone will save it." Nuonuo smiled and narrowed his eyes.

Just as Lu Mingfei was about to say something, there was a sudden noise from the dance floor.

"Stop jumping!" Caesar threw away his hand angrily, took a deep breath and walked to this side.

Chu Zihang looked calm and calm, and walked over slowly.

"What's the matter, didn't you dance well just now?" Fingel asked in surprise.

Caesar snorted coldly: "In such a short period of time, this guy has stepped on my feet more than a dozen times. If I step on it again, this pair of shoes will be useless."

Of course, a pair of shoes was not in Caesar's eyes, but he had every reason to suspect that this guy was deliberately stepping on his feet in the name of "novice".

Although this possibility is extremely low given Chu Zihang's personality, the dance is extremely awkward. Caesar has never danced tango with a man in his life. Man is still his lifelong enemy.

Due to multiple reasons, Caesar feigned anger and let go, ending this "farce".

"Look, let me show you what is a perfect match." Caesar adjusted his breathing, smiled and extended his hand to Nuonuo to invite him.

Nuonuo pursed her lips, she didn't see the good show, she wanted to reject this guy, but when she rolled her eyes, she glanced at Chu Zihang and Xia Mi, and with a thought, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth again.

She accepted Caesar's invitation.

Caesar smiled and snapped his fingers: "Norma, play again."

The music started again, and the stage was occupied by them.

The two danced to the sound of music, and under Caesar's guidance, Nuonuo spun around, as light as a white butterfly, her white dress was like a blooming flower, and her slender legs were soft and graceful.

It was really the most perfect cooperation, and a gorgeous dance kicked off, which can be called the perfect combination of strength and beauty!
Chu Zihang's eyes fell on Caesar's feet, he was studying.

Through the previous attempt, he determined that the key to this dance lies in the steps. At this moment, he is trying to remember each of Caesar's dance steps.

"Don't look, people are so provocative, can you bear it?" Finger leaned over and said with righteous indignation, "Brother, don't say that brother won't help you, here, I've found a girl for you!"

Before Chu Zihang recovered his composure, Finger had already pulled Xia Mi in front of him, and solemnly entrusted Xia Mi's hand to him. His expression was like that of an old father attending his daughter's wedding, with a sad expression on his face. Reluctantly.

"Come on!" Fingel encouraged.

Chu Zihang was still in a daze when he was pushed onto the dance floor by this guy.

Caesar glanced at his old enemy with a provocative smile, and then he looked away, focusing on the girl in front of him with affectionate eyes.

The old enemy really needs to be treated seriously, but compared with the girl you love, the so-called old enemy is not so important.

Xia Mi pursed her thin lips slightly, and said seriously with a small face: "Brother, we cannot admit defeat!"

At the climax of the dance music, she led Chu Zihang into a dance state with a strong head swing. Her arms were so powerful that they straightened Chu Zihang's hands.

Chu Zihang was short of breath, and he could even feel the girl's breath at close range. The breath of sunshine and rain came to his face, just like the picture in his memory from a long, long time ago.

His left hand was held by the girl, and his right hand was pulled and lightly wrapped around the girl's waist. There was nowhere to rest him for a while, and his footsteps were even messier than when he was dancing with Caesar.

"...I can't dance." He said with difficulty.

"Ah, ah, just leave it to me, you know that I belonged to a dance troupe in junior high, right?" Xia Mi smiled lightly.

Hearing what the girl said, Chu Zihang's heart became a little more stable, his breathing gradually stabilized, his body relaxed slightly, and he felt the pull from Xia Mi.

Under Xia Mi's control and eye hints, he gradually caught up with the rhythm, all the movements seemed to be engraved in his mind, how to put his arms, how to walk, he didn't have to think at all, he just needed to relax and follow the girl's instructions .Their dance is unrestrained and free, as if they have practiced together for many years.

He slightly staggered his eyes and looked at Caesar's position. Neither Caesar nor Nuonuo looked at him anymore, but were immersed in their dance.

"Don't look at others at this time, keep an eye on your partner." The girl's faint voice sounded.

Chu Zihang's neck was slightly stiff, and the reason why he looked away was because he was not used to staring at Xia Mi at such a close distance.

"I remember you used to be the head of the dance troupe." Chu Zihang tried to make the atmosphere less awkward.

"En." Xia Mi responded, interlacing the fingers of his left hand and his right hand, and performed a beautiful high split. The dance skirt fluttered, reflecting the dazzling lights.

"You also learned... this kind of dance?"

"No, I only recently started to learn about this dance."

"Uh, why did you suddenly become interested recently?"

"Hmph... Brother, do you know why boys and girls would take the initiative to learn to dance?"

"Parents' expectations?" Chu Zihang hesitated, regretting the moment he said it.

Xia Mi's sigh was full of the meaning of "children can't be taught", which made Chu Zihang's face even more rigid

"I told you the principle on the Ferris wheel," she reminded.

"Ferris wheel?" Chu Zihang asked suspiciously, "You mean the ten-minute confession that moved the turtle?"

"What the hell is it that touches the sea turtle? Brother, the focus of your memory is really hard to describe, but you got it right." Xia Mi rolled his eyes, "Learning to dance can not only hold the hand of the person you like, but also hold the other's crotch. Waist, heh heh, it's double the benefits of being aboveboard!"

"Is that so..."

Chu Zihang suddenly realized that he was holding Xia Mi's hand right now!

Xia Mi's hand is slender and soft, as if it will be crushed if it is squeezed hard, and the moment you hold it, you don't want to let go. Is this the female hero's catkin mentioned in the martial arts novel?
It’s no wonder that in some martial arts novels, the male protagonist can write hundreds of words eloquently just by holding the female hero’s hand, fully describing how soft and boneless the female hero’s flesh is, and then describing the complex inner changes of the male protagonist, as if being caught by the heroine. With a blow of the sledgehammer, that heart that hadn't melted for thousands of years finally thawed out...

"Brother, have you ever heard of a legend?" Xia Mi asked mysteriously.

"What legend?" Chu Zihang tried to calm down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and asked calmly.

"It's said that if you hold the hand of someone you like, your palms will keep sweating." Xia Mi said softly.

Chu Zihang was taken aback, and quickly felt the palm of his right hand carefully... Very good, he didn't sweat, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain it at this time.

"By the way, senior brother, why did you come here to learn dance all of a sudden?" Xia Mi asked curiously, blinking his eyes.

Chu Zihang managed to find a reason to fool him, he couldn't tell the truth, he could only say that it was needed for the party in a few days, and everyone had to attend...

"Brother hold me, the song is over! Let me put an end to it!" Xia Mi was suddenly in high spirits.

In the lingering sound of the finale, Caesar and Nuonuo looked at each other affectionately in stillness, but Xia Mi did not stop dancing. She pressed Chu Zihang's palm with her fingers and started to spin.

Under the gorgeous light, the skirt fluttered, and the slender figure danced and twirled in front of him. The skirt was like the tail feathers of a peacock spreading its wings, flying wildly under the light. At this moment, it seemed that the lights of the whole world were cast on the girl. On her body, she raised her head high like a swan, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, and looked at the boy in every turning gap with blurred eyes.

The lingering sound of the finale is getting farther and farther away, the world is silent, only the girl in front of me is left.

In Chu Zihang's trance, he had the illusion that the gardenia-like scent of spring was getting farther and farther away from him.

Xia Mi's figure kept spinning, as if it was about to fly away from his palm, and slowly go away...

Exactly the same fear as the loss of an important person six years ago, Chu Zihang stretched out his hand suddenly, and tightly grasped Xia Mi's slender and soft palm!

It was the last moment of the dance, and Xia Mi finished her curtain call. The loose dance skirt was gathered up and stuck to her legs, like a blooming flower gathered into a flower bud again, and the scattered and flying hair slowly fell down.

She smiled and looked at the boy who was holding her hand tightly.

The time is exactly right, a tacit understanding like a match made in heaven.

Since then.

The song ends, the curtain ends.

When Chu Zihang came back to his senses, he suddenly found that the surroundings were quiet.

Turning around and looking around, everyone had left, only him and Xia Mi were left in this huge ballroom.

The other four didn't know when they started to make room for them.

After a while.

Chu Zihang and Xia Mi walked out of the dance hall side by side.

"Senior Brother Lu, they really didn't wait for us!" Xia Mi looked around on tiptoe.

Chu Zihang was expressionless. He could understand the departure of Caesar and others, but the departure of Lu Mingfei and Finger was purely intentional.

These two guys sold him without hesitation.

"Going back to bed?" Xia Mi turned around and asked him.

"Well...it's getting late today, go back and rest." Chu Zihang took a deep breath.

"Brother, what are your plans for tomorrow?"

"Library, I this afternoon..." Chu Zihang hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "My junior and I went to the Goblin Lake, and we really found that sword at the bottom of the lake."

Xia Mi widened his eyes and said, "Which one is which?"

"I'm not sure if it's the legendary holy sword. I'm going to look in the library to see if I can find more information." Chu Zihang said honestly.

"You guys didn't take me to play with you!" The girl let out a mournful cry of a defeated dog.

"Sorry, it was too hasty, I didn't have time to call you, mainly because of my junior brother." Chu Zihang apologized.

"Damn it, Senior Brother Lu is actually this kind of person! I remember him!" Xia Mi said angrily.

Chu Zihang's expression was flat, and he didn't intend to defend his junior at all.

"Is that sword sharp?" Xia Mi approached, asking like a curious baby.

She asked a lot of questions, and at the end Chu Zihang simply invited her to meet him in the library tomorrow, when he would bring the sword.

Only then did Xia Mi let him go temporarily with satisfaction.

They walked side by side on the campus under the night.

The sycamore trees standing on both sides of the road stood quietly. Chu Zihang glanced at them by chance, and saw these tall figures like guards in the darkness, and the sense of the eternity of time rushed over his face.

he wonders sometimes.

How many stories have these sycamore trees stood here, and how many hasty or unforgettable four years have been measured by students?
Among these stories, how many stories have a regretful ending, and how many stories ushered in a happy ending?

He read Nalan Xingde's poem in junior high school - if life is only as it was first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad painting fan.

At first he thought it was a love poem, but later he realized that it was an imitation of an ancient poem written for a friend, but whether it was the former or the latter, the first sentence alone made the former Chu Zihang full of emotions.

The beauty at the beginning is unforgettable, but it is a pity that life is not destined to be just as it was when we first saw each other, nor is it destined to be beautiful forever. The beauty at the beginning often determines the sadness of parting in the future. In the end, it is better not to see each other...

"By the way, senior brother, there's something I've been worrying about!" Xia Mi clenched her fists and stared at him with burning eyes.

"What?" Chu Zihang was taken aback.

"Brother, you should know that I used to dance ballet, right?" Xia Mi tapped her toes and spun lightly. Her neck and legs were slender, like a swan treading water.

"The day you went to my house, I practiced on the yoga mat behind you." The girl wrinkled her nose and widened her eyes. "Ask! Did you sneak back that day?"

"No, no..." Chu Zihang subconsciously refused, but his mind recalled that glimpse many years ago.

"Don't lie! You are a puppy!" the girl suddenly shouted.

Someone honestly slammed on the brakes and stopped the last word.

They looked at each other, and Chu Zihang's eyes slightly staggered.

"That is to say... hum, I thought you... that day... I was very happy tonight!" Xia Mi smiled happily, with his hands behind his back, and walked in front of him bouncing.

The only silence on campus was the girl's footsteps and her soft humming.

Chu Zihang listened carefully and confirmed that this was not the falling slowly she hummed before.

The night wind blew away the hair from the girl's temples. Xia Mi took off her dancing shoes, held her dancing shoes in both hands, and walked onto the flower bed barefoot, walking along the narrow edge, with her hands stretched out and swaying to maintain her balance. The body line was as slender as a silhouette, and the night wind passed by, and the leaves from green to light yellow swirled and fell from her side.

Chu Zihang stared blankly at the girl's back.

This picture was frozen in his mind, and he felt that he would never forget it in his life.

"See you tomorrow!"

Xia Mi suddenly turned her head, her head was standing upright, her cheeks were pretty, and there was a bright and sunny smile.

She raised her hand and waved at Chu Zihang, and jumped off the flower bed lightly, her youthful figure slowly disappeared into the night.

Standing under the street lamp and watching Xia Mi's back go away, Chu Zihang unconsciously clenched his right hand that was interlaced with Xia Mi's fingers earlier.

The palm of the hand is a little wet, I don't know whose sweat it is.

……

On the other side, the aura of the protagonist has faded from the buildings and teaching buildings, and the present moment is hidden in the night.

Street lamps, benches, under the shadow of sycamore trees.

Xia Mi didn't go back to the dormitory directly, she sat quietly on the bench, her body was covered with the criss-crossing shadows of the sycamore branches and leaves.

She raised her head to meet the night wind blowing from the mountains and forests, and the peaceful and peaceful night in the distance was reflected in her colorful eyes.

Her cheeks were a little red under the dim light, her hands were clenched into fists on her knees, tightly clenched, her palms were hot and moist.

"The legend is actually true..."

She murmured softly, and the murmur was blown far away by the night wind.

(End of this chapter)