Chapter 6 Chapter 2 - The Girl Spinning Like a Spinning Top

I spent my freshman year and sophomore year in room 1013, with Bo Sen and brother Ziyao. Since brother Ziyao often sees the beginning but never ends, most of the activities are only me and Bo Sen. Whether it's class, dinner, pool, dance, camp, rugby practice, folk dance competition, Berson and I are together. If I'm not a good sleeper and I fall off the top bunk, we'll sleep together too. But after the prom or the socializing with the girls, he's the only one who has a renewal. Then I will go back to the dormitory and wait for him to report the battle situation. Boysen is very popular with girls, which should be attributed to his self-confidence and talkativeness.

I often see him talking to girls. The girls' focused expressions and sparkling eyes seem to be listening to the emperor's oracle. Occasionally, Bo Sen would say, "Let's be flat, baby." But as soon as I joined, they announced their withdrawal from the court. Bo Sen participated in three clubs, debating club, drama club and folk dance club. I have no interest in club activities, but Boyson insisted on dragging me into it. We will join the folk dance club, which can be regarded as a chance. In Chengda, the seniors will lead the freshmen to participate in two important competitions: folk dance and rugby.

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at five o'clock in the morning, the seniors would wake us up to practice rugby. The time to practice folk dance is at ten o'clock in the evening, on the top floor of the dormitory, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Let's talk football first. Rugby practice is very tiring, and I often have to run from the tenth floor of the dormitory to the first floor, and then from the first floor to the tenth floor. After running, the legs will swing involuntarily, like willows in the wind. I remember the first time I practiced on the Chenggong playground, it was an early morning in late autumn, and it was quite chilly.

We were dug out of bed early in the morning, and the sound of our teeth clashing was like a symphony. A very strong junior senior, with his hands on his hips, said loudly: "Dear students, congratulations on becoming warriors chasing irregular jumps. Curved football is just like life, it is difficult to grasp the direction. So practice hard." The words are very reasonable, but the conclusion is a bit strange. After practicing for a while, the seniors began to arrange our positions. "Li Bosen! You are No. 8, the leader on the court. So practice hard." As expected of Person, Person was selected as the No. 8 player, the soul of the game.

"Cai Chongren! You are small, but you react quickly. Every time you go to the toilet, you are the first to run away and the last to run back. You are the pass forward and the position is No. 9. So you have to practice hard. " I finally knew, "So practice well" is the mantra of this senior. After the position is selected, the number and time of practice increase until the game. According to tradition, all the players of the losing team will jump into the Lake of Success. It was a small lake on the campus of Chengda University, and no one could be drowned. There are often people jumping in the Lake of Success. People who are broken in love, who lose a bet, or who owe money but are still caught will dance.

As for how deep the water is?I don't know because we won the Freshman Cup. In the battle of the championship and runner-up, Posen scored two touchdowns, which was the key to winning. "Dear juniors, congratulations on winning the championship. Tonight, seniors, please have dinner. Remember the hardships on the court today, and when you encounter setbacks in your life in the future, you will face them with ease. So practice hard." Bo Sen's mood has been very excited, from eating, to returning to the dormitory to take a shower, and before going to bed. After turning off the lights and going to sleep, Bo Sen quietly climbed to the upper bunk and shook me awake:

"Hey... Cai Chong, do you think I'm the kind of born hero?" I rub my eyes and put on my glasses: "This kind of profound question should be asked Brother Ziyao." "I asked. He said that heroes are created by the times, not by heaven." "Brother Ziyao is right. How could you reach the ball without my near-perfect pass?" "But……" Bo Sen hesitated to speak, and sighed softly.Then climb down to the upper bunk silently. "Person..." After about ten minutes, I opened my mouth in the dark. "En." Bo Sen vaguely responded.

"You were great today. I don't know if you are a hero or not, but you will definitely be number one in the future." "The vegetable worm." Bo Sen let out a long breath and said happily, "Thank you." "Go to sleep. I have to practice folk dance tomorrow night, and the competition is coming soon." Three days before the folk dance competition, we practiced dancing on the top floor of the dormitory until 12:30 in the morning every night. It is also very tiring.Unlike the tiredness of practicing rugby, this kind of tiredness also has a lot of psychological factors.You have to remember the dance order, the dance posture must be correct, you must listen to the beat of the music, and remember to smile when you go on stage...

The toothy smile is the hardest for me, it feels like a sell. The dance teacher is also a senior in the third year, and every time he says that my mouth is as hard as a tortoise shell. But Boysen did it very clearly and naturally. After the dance practice, Bo Sen and I will stay on the top floor and climb to the highest water tower in the dormitory. Sit down and chat, talk about things on your mind. Sometimes when the weather is clear and we can see some stars, we lie down. We have to dance two dances in total, the Hungarian shoe-beating dance, and the Assyrian Empire's "Xiangni".

The shoe-hitting dance is considered a relatively masculine dance. You must rub the soles of the shoes and slap the body of the shoes all the time. This is how my leather shoes died. As for the "some resistance to Nepal", we don't know what it means. Just because the sound of "some anti-Ni" will appear continuously in the singing of the music, so it is called that. These anti-Ni dances are simple, but the trouble is the costumes. The senior did not know where to find a book with murals about the Assyrian civilization. The characters in the murals have curly beards all over their faces, and a piece of cloth is wrapped around their bodies as clothes.

On the day of the competition, the senior asked us to use black paper, find a way to make it into the shape of a curly beard, and stick it on our face. After the shoe-beating dance, there was an hour of free time, and everyone gathered in the toilet. "Assyria is an ancient empire in Western Asia around the seventh century BC. Since our school has a history department, we can't let others make fun of the vulgarity of our engineering students. So..." The senior took out a dozen strips of off-white linen, and said, "Come on, dear fellow. Everyone take off all your clothes, except for your underwear. Then wrap this cloth up." We were all stunned. "Why are you still in a daze? Move fast. There is a stapler here, once you staple the linen, it won't fall off." "Senior, why are you still in the mood to joke?" Bo Sen asked. "This is an order. Don't forget to save the country when you study, and don't forget history when you dance. The mood of the seniors is serious." We had to start undressing. I glanced at Person and laughed.Because he is wearing red underwear today. After taking the stage, with the vibration of his body while dancing, the cloth on Bo Sen's body slowly loosened and then slipped down. We were dancing hand in hand, so Person had no extra hands to adjust the slipping cloth. I followed Bo Sen, looking at the cloth on his body, 30 cm from the ground... 20 cm... 10 cm... Touch the ground, and I step on it.Bosen walked forward, but the sackcloth was under my feet. Hmm... The muscular lines on Person's back are very sexy.This was the first thought that came to my mind at the time. With a "boom", the audience burst into laughter.I also had a very natural toothy smile for the first time. There was a female judge sitting in the first row, covering her face with her hands, but still peeking through her fingers. After the curtain call, when the lights dimmed, Bo Sen immediately picked up the linen and rushed to the toilet. The results were announced and we took second place. "Dear juniors, congratulations on winning the runner-up. Seniors invite you to dinner tonight. Remember the laughter on the stage today. When you wear underwear in the future, you will choose simplicity. Student Li Bosen, your figure is very charming, local dance club The seniors are full of praise. They strongly recommend you to join the folk dance club, and you will be exempted from paying social fees." Bo Sen was always blushing, from eating, to returning to the dormitory to take a shower, and before going to bed. After turning off the lights and going to bed, I headed down to the lower bunk and told Bosen: "Hey...Person, you don't have to ask this time. I think you are definitely a born hero. And a tragic hero. " "Chopworm, stop making trouble." "I'm sorry. I said it wrong. It should be a comedy hero. Look how happy everyone is laughing today." "Vegetable bug! Take your life!" When Bo Sen was about to climb onto my bed, he suddenly thought of something and laughed. Then we laughed and chatted like this, and after a few hours, we fell asleep vaguely. Bo Sen said that if I also joined the folk dance club, I would not have to dance to the Lake of Success just because I stepped on his cloth. I weighed the pros and cons and decided to follow up. It was a bit boring during the folk dance club. Every time I wanted to do a pas de deux, I couldn't invite a partner. It's because my skin is too tender and the movements of inviting dancers are too poor. The movements of the seniors in inviting the dance were very free and easy, with their right hands stretched out, their chests raised and their abdomens shrunk with a smile on their faces. Salute with your body straight and your knees unbent as you draw a perfect arc down the left side of your body. But when I asked to dance, the facial muscles would twist due to tension, and then I would bend and hunch. When drawing an arc, the palm will automatically stop when it reaches the chest, but the palm is still facing up, like a beggar begging for money. And Bo Sen can always easily invite a dance partner, and when he passes by me, he will make a "V" sign to me. It made me dry (Ming Jing hasn't shown up yet, so I can't blame me for swearing). I only danced the pas de deux once. That's because Bo Sen reacted to the seniors, saying that I couldn't get a dance partner all the time, and asked them to find a way. A senior who was doing good deeds every day brought a girl to my side. I only looked at it for a while, when the seniors in the circle shouted: "Boys are in the inner circle and girls are in the outer circle. Boys, please place your right hand on your partner's waist." I was embarrassed to look at her again, and stretched out my right hand at 45 degrees, and let it go. "Student. This is, the shoulder. No, the waist." Her voice is simple and powerful. I looked to the right suspiciously, and it turned out that she was shorter than ordinary girls. So my right hand should be lightly hugging her waist, but instead it is placed on her shoulder strangely. I say sorry, it was a little embarrassing.Fortunately, the senior has already started teaching dance. After the senior taught the dance posture and sequence, the music played, which was the melody of the waltz. There are a few movements to make the dance partner turn and turn. I always let her turn half a circle, or even a circle. "Student. I'm, girl. No, spinning top. Got it, got it?" After the dance stopped, she said with some dissatisfaction. "Student. Really, I'm sorry. No, on purpose. Forgive me." I was so embarrassed to no end. So I never dared to dance pas de deux again, and even skipped the invitation dance. Bo Sen told me that the girl was from the Chinese Department and was a freshman just like us. I thought to myself, she must be great at writing extremely short stories with such concise and powerful words. A few months later, she won the Chengda Phoenix Tree Literature Award, the first place in short stories. The title of the article is called "The Girl Who Spins Like a Spinning Top". Later, the seniors in the club asked me to wear suit pants and leather shoes when dancing, so I had an excuse not to go. Not long after, Bo Sen also said that he didn't want to go. In good conscience, it's fun to join a folk dance club, as long as you don't have to invite dancers often. The drama club is also good. The reason why I didn't go there was because I was kicked out. That's what happened during the club's orientation.