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With passion and anticipation, Suzhou stepped into the Training Base, a place bustling with skilled practitioners, like a dazzling new star entering a brilliant galaxy. Her figure was as light as a swallow, her aura extraordinary and ethereal. During her first self-introduction, her words were humble and gentle, yet her every gesture radiated a lively elegance, and the pure, fervent love for dance in her eyes seemed to shine like a spotlight, instantly capturing everyone's attention. As she began to dance to the music, her toes lightly tapped the ground like a playful little swallow. Her movements twisted and turned gracefully, reminiscent of willows dancing in the wind. Each motion was precise and fluid, filled with deep emotion. When she finished her performance, applause erupted around her, with waves of admiration ringing in her ears.
In this Training Base, Chen Yiran was the little tyrant who ruled with an iron fist. Relying on her early entry into the field and her striking looks, she had grown accustomed to being arrogant and domineering. On the training floor, she often regarded herself as a master of dance, used to being the center of attention while others typically avoided her to steer clear of trouble. But Suzhou's arrival felt like a refreshing breeze that disrupted the exclusive atmosphere she had created.
In one training session, fate brought Suzhou, Ma Zhao Zhao, and Chen Yiran together. Initially, Chen Yiran crossed her arms and tilted her chin slightly upward, casting sidelong glances at Suzhou with a smirk that hinted at disdain. Her gaze seemed to blatantly declare, "Let’s see what tricks you can pull."
As the music began to play, Suzhou quickly immersed herself in the world of dance, pouring her heart and soul into the performance. Her steps were lively and varied, like an agile sprite leaping playfully. As she spun around, her skirt flared up, tracing beautiful arcs reminiscent of fireworks blooming in the night sky; her stretching movements were powerful yet graceful, akin to a soaring eagle in the vast sky. She controlled the rhythm with exquisite precision, perfectly synchronized with the melody. Beside her, Ma Zhao Zhao was inspired by Suzhou's energy; their movements became increasingly harmonious as they danced together like two delicate butterflies fluttering gracefully.
Seeing this scene ignited a fierce anger within Chen Yiran; she felt like an old rag doll forgotten in a dim corner. Her brows furrowed sharply as she glared at them with wide eyes. In an instant, she strode forward and slammed her hand down on the music player with a loud clap. Raising her voice, she shouted: "Hey! You there, new girl—Suzhou, right? Are you blind or something? Dancing so fast—are you trying to steal the spotlight or just messing around to make me look bad?"
Startled by this sudden outburst, Suzhou shivered and quickly halted her movements. With sincerity written across her face, she patiently explained: "Chen Yiran, I truly didn’t mean it! I was just following the basic rhythm taught by our instructor. I might have gotten too caught up in it and didn’t notice any slight discrepancies. We can definitely work together to find our groove!"
But Chen Yiran was not one to back down easily. With hands on her hips and a twist of her waist, she stepped forward aggressively until their noses nearly touched. Her demeanor resembled that of a petulant street bully rather than someone graceful enough for dance. "Stop pretending to be innocent! You’ve been trying to overshadow me since day one! Look at your moves—they're so exaggerated they’re pushing me out of frame! Do you really think this is your own stage? You should know your place!"
Ma Zhao Zhao had been watching this unfold with mounting anger; her face flushed red as she took a deep breath and stepped between them to defend Suzhou: "Chen Yiran! Can you please be reasonable? We’re all here to practice and improve ourselves! Lin Xiao Yu has always been dedicated and serious—there’s no need for your baseless accusations!"
Chen Yiran shot Ma Zhao Zhao an incredulous look filled with disdain and retorted sarcastically: "Oh look at you—so loyal to your little friend! But I suggest you mind your own business; don’t meddle here or you’ll regret it."
Seeing this situation escalate, Suzhou gently pulled Ma Zhao Zhao back while maintaining calm composure. With steady eyes fixed on Chen Yiran, she said assertively: "Chen Yiran, we are all here for the same goal—to hone our dance skills for the upcoming competition. There’s no need for unnecessary conflict or rivalry here; this isn’t an arena for proving superiority or stealing attention. I’ve been focused solely on training from the start; I never intended to offend you at all. If my rhythm or movements are uncomfortable for you in any way, let’s discuss it calmly and adjust together instead of resorting to harsh words that undermine our grace as dancers."
Chen Yiran scoffed dramatically and rolled her eyes exaggeratedly before flipping her hair with a sharp toss that created an impressive arc in the air as she muttered: "Hmph! We’ll see how long you can keep up this act! Don’t think this will just blow over easily." With that said, she strutted away confidently, leaving behind the sound of her high heels clicking against the floor—a lingering echo of her dissatisfaction and arrogance.
From then on during training sessions whenever they crossed paths, Chen Yiran wore a scowl on her face—either mocking or deliberately provoking Suzhou at every opportunity. However, Suzhou chose to ignore it all; she poured every ounce of focus into training while secretly building up her strength—determined to prove herself on stage through solid talent that would render Chen Yiran’s unfounded criticisms meaningless.
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