The dance studio, also known as the practice room, is said to be a place for duels. Whether for practicing dance or fighting, the dance studio should be lively, full of energy and vitality, along with music.
However, when Bai Ningning walked in, she found the place eerily quiet.
The dance studio was filled with many items: exquisite small speakers for home use, a not-so-large projection device, seats and small sofas on the side, and a large area in the center covered with a soft carpet.
The president of the ACG club, a hot-bodied girl, was sitting on a small sofa, intently focused on something on her tablet.
The room was too quiet, and Bai Ningning didn't want to disturb her. So, she lightened her steps, silently walked behind the girl, and casually glanced at the screen.
It was some rather intimidating combat gear—powered by electricity, no less.
Bai Ningning's mouth twitched slightly, and she instinctively looked away.
How strange, let me take another look.
The second time she looked, she saw a bold headline on the image: [New Version Equipment – The Power of Technology: Detailed Explanation of the 'Electric Energy Surge' Function.]
Bai Ningning gasped.
Aoying was startled, her hands fumbled, and she almost dropped the tablet on the floor.
"Bai Ningning, you... when did you come in!"
"Just now," Bai Ningning innocently blinked, "I saw you were so focused, so I didn't want to disturb you."
She had only taken a curious glance and found it strange, so she looked again. Just two glances, no more, no less.
Aoying held the tablet, regretting why she used such a large device to ":ook up information." A big 4K ultra-clear screen, white background with black text, and colorful images, everything was crystal clear.
"I, um, didn't want to look at this kind of thing myself," Aoying turned her face away, "I have a friend."
After saying this, she was taken aback herself; wasn't this a classic excuse to shift blame?
Although it sounded like she was making something out of nothing, she really did have a friend.
"Hmm," Bai Ningning nodded seriously, "I understand."
What do you understand? I really have a friend!
Aoying panicked, took out her phone, and opened her private messages: "Really, this friend is her. If you don't believe me, I can have her say... she's not online."
A gray, cold avatar, like a number tag in a morgue, devoid of warmth.
"She's usually online at this time," Aoying said helplessly, "But something might have come up today."
YN, what's going on, YN? Why aren't you online, YN? Do something, YN.
But the person wasn't online, and there was nothing she could do. Aoying thought for a moment and steeled herself to say, "Actually, I just wanted to learn more about things. You know, I dabble in many areas."
"Hmm, I know."
Bai Ningning really did know; in her mind, Aoying had always been someone who "understood" a lot, so she often spoke very directly when talking to her.
But she didn't expect Aoying to understand so much, even to the extent of electric energy surges.
"However, I still want to remind the president," Bai Ningning said sincerely, "That one should be more cautious when it comes to using weapons."
Originally, both of them were unarmed, engaging in a finger-to-finger battle, competing in hard power. If you suddenly put on equipment and pick up a weapon, it would completely break the balance.
Thinking of this, Bai Ningning couldn't help but feel a bit gratified; this kind of excessive behavior, the big sister had never done. Clearly losing every time, suffering many losses, and needing several days to recover after battles, she never thought of using equipment.
This is martial virtue.
"I already said I'm looking at it for a friend!"
"Got it," Bai Ningning said perfunctorily, "Then please tell your friend for me."
If she really exists.
"I will let her know," Aoying, feeling frustrated, angrily turned on the speakers and the projection device, "Come on, let's dance!"
Bai Ningning looked around: "Aren't you going to change clothes?"
"You don't know how to dance anyway, so let's teach you first, and then you can change," Aoying explained.
If you can't even dance, it's easy to get your clothes dirty or torn. If it's a qipao type, you might even step on the hem and fall.
"I'll play a few MMDs first; you can watch the movements inside and pay attention to the music rhythm." Aoying operated the tablet a few times, "The movements are very simple; the key is to feel your body."
As for why she used MMD instead of dance area videos, it might be because she thought those girls were too far from Bai Ningning, and it would be out of place to learn from them.
Bai Ningning sat on the small sofa, crossed her arms, and began to watch, or rather, appreciate. The few songs Aoying chose were all evergreen classics from the MMD community.
"Gokuraku Jodo," "Peach Blossom Love Song," "Girls," "Baddest"...
Bai Ningning watched and watched, and before she knew it, she was captivated.
"How is it? Have you gained any insights?" Aoying urged, "It's already looped twice."
What, so soon?
Bai Ningning felt a bit embarrassed; she had been watching very carefully, but she wasn't really watching with a learning attitude...
Focusing her attention and taking a few careful looks, Bai Ningning stood up and nodded, "Got it."
Rest assured, her learning ability had always been good. What she had seen was equivalent to being able to dance.
Skipping is equivalent to a unique skill, and jumping correctly once is the ultimate skill.
"Alright," Lingyin put down her tablet and walked over to operate the sound system, "Show me your jump."
The smooth and dynamic music started playing, and Bai Ningning began to move according to the images in her memory. The movements couldn't be said to be very standard, but they were not stiff at all; they were soft and fluid.
Lingyin's eyes lit up; her intuition was indeed correct. Bai Ningning was very suitable for dancing, and her body's flexibility was excellent.
Well, it's no wonder she has a girlfriend; such good flexibility must have been honed through practice.
Lingyin inexplicably felt her face heat up and quickly redirected her attention back to the dance.
She soon noticed something was off.
How to put it, those MMD videos were already a bit suggestive. But when Bai Ningning danced, it was even more suggestive than the videos.
Where was the problem?
When the rhythm reached a big upper body shake, Lingyin finally understood.
"Stop, stop for a moment, wait, wait," she pressed her temples hard, feeling a bit dizzy, "Just stop for now."
Goodness, she almost got dizzy from it.
Bai Ningning looked confused: "What's wrong?"
Lingyin held an ice pack to her face, calming down a bit: "You shouldn't dance here. Although there's no one around now, it's still a public place."
Bai Ningning tilted her head and looked at her: "Then where is more suitable?"
"Of course, a private room," Lingyin answered without hesitation.
Like my home... um.
The problem arose: inviting a girl with a girlfriend to her home was a bit awkward to say. But she didn't want to let it go just like that; she wanted Bai Ningning to dance for her, which was something she had bargained for.
But it's precious!
"Let's talk about this later," Lingyin said sullenly, "I'll think of a way."
Saying that, she lowered her head and sat back on the small sofa, seemingly deep in thought.
Bai Ningning also sat down to rest, and at that moment, she suddenly remembered what Lu Qin from the gaming department had said earlier.
"President, I have a question to ask you."
"Mm?"
"About our club," Bai Ningning looked at her quietly, "Was it really merged just to become the number one club in the school?"