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Those who were sitting close obviously heard Miss Pande's words. The strongest voice in Asia is a bit slow: "Which way are you strong?"

Miss Pan De's sigh is right in her ears, clearly audible: "I'm talking about dancing."

"Then why do you use the past tense?" Asia's strongest frowned, "Don't learn their grammar from Americans."

There was a burst of laughter from two younger ones, I don't know if they were hit by the laughing point.

"Thank you for making me happy." Miss Pande also smiled, "But I am no longer at my peak."

"But you are still very strong." He raised his chin towards the wall. "Look at your commemorative photo! People come and go. Except for those who open classrooms or engage in choreography, a few people have reached the third. Can ten years old still persist every day?"

Miss Pan De took a breath, seemingly not encouraged by his words: "I will be there early next year and tear up all the photos."

"Every year we make a photo wall." The person next to me explained to me, "Various themes. After all, the material is always abundant."

I paused: "Is Sonia that great? Are there so many media photos?"

"Veronica took a lot of pictures." Peter said coldly, "Me too. In addition, if you look closely later, you will find that some of them are cut from the game video. After all, not everyone here is like that. The two were chased by the media for publicity like that."

I am a little at a loss. The most powerful in Asia pointed to himself: "He said me."

"And me." Weng Kexin said.

"Wow." I gave the court a reaction. Putting aside the strongest in Asia, people are professional dancers, and they can’t justify their lack of grades. Why is this college student so popular? It seems that her level is indeed very high. Since Weng Kexin said that Peter is the best, she and him are at least not bad in the completion of the action, she would not be a paddling person.

Weng Kexin hugged her arms and emphasized to me very seriously: "I'm great!"

Compared to the previous malaise, Weng Kexin is already a different person.

I looked at Miss Pande.

Miss Pan De nodded: "Her best result was in the final round of Blackpool U21."

"Yes." Weng Kexin looked at me expectantly.

A little embarrassed, I looked at Miss Pande again. Miss Pan De lowered her head and laughed and said softly: "This means that at her age, her dance with her partner was considered world-class at the time."

I took a breath quietly. So she is the most powerful person in the dance classroom?

"Really conservative." Weng Kexin narrowed her mouth, "Can't you praise me?"

Miss Pan De only said: "You are not thirteen years old anymore."

"You were taught by Sonia and Peter. She felt so embarrassed that she couldn't praise you." The strongest in Asia shrugged, "I can praise you if you are willing to become a professional player."

"I think too. My mother won't agree." She sighed.

I hesitated and said, "But, it sounds like you are already an Olympic medalist?"

"Latin dance competitions are divided into many groups. There are age differences, amateur and professional points." Peter and I explained, "Even professional players who have achieved world-wide achievements face survival problems after retirement. Very few people can. Being a teacher or a referee, generally speaking, the situation is not very optimistic. Compared with the more popular dance styles, we are still more like a sports event, or a very unpopular one. Ordinary people do not pay attention to our competition."

I blurted out: "But your dance is really good!"

Peter froze for a moment, then laughed: "You are right! I love dancing!"

Everyone laughed, and the faint melancholy in the air was swept away.

I asked Peter: "What made you choose Singapore?"

"Subsidy." He spit out a shocking word, and I realized that Peter actually knows how to humorous. After a pause, he said: "The most important thing is the climate. After I get my master's degree, I want to find a place that is not in the United States but has a tropical climate. It is best to fly to Moscow and get closer. Singapore is the only answer."

I opened my mouth: "That's it?"

I thought I could hear some touching stories about Slavic guys who love to walk tightrope, or the legendary life of Latin dance promotion ambassadors in Southeast Asia.

"Peter hates cold," Miss Pande said.

"Peter hates cold," said the strongest in Asia.

"Peter really hates cold." Weng Kexin added, "and America."

"Everyone hates the United States." Asia's strongest began to tell international jokes again. "Especially in recent years, even Americans hate the United States."

I covered my forehead and everyone smiled happily.

However, I still can't say that I hate the country on the other side of the ocean-I looked at her who was laughing beside me.

If we hadn't studied in the United States, we would never have met. But who made us meet again in Singapore? Is it Peter, who is attracted to the tropics, or the karma that represents all karma and determines karma in Sanskrit?

I don't believe in God.

But is there really cause and effect in this world?

Is there really no cause and effect?

In the evening, I will go home with Miss Pande. There will be a temporary meeting tomorrow morning, it is too early, her home is closer to the company...

I don't know if she believes this excuse: After all, tomorrow will be a postponement of the National Day holiday. In theory, people don't have to work. Staying in each other's home is almost a new normal, and I wonder if I can find a chance to talk to her about it.

I have no plans for this yet. It's not time yet.

The best situation is that it can be delayed until the end of the project, so that no one has to apply for avoidance of interests, our relationship is more pure, and everyone is happy. I didn't worry too much, but what happened today was a wake-up call for me: her friends have different personalities, but they are so accepting of me, enough to show the solemnity behind them.

And after being so solemn, Miss Pan De's figure was hidden invisibly.

If I don't give a clear statement, will she feel that I don't cherish this relationship enough?

Miss Pande took me for a walk, and the destination was the subway station two stops away. She always seemed to enjoy walking with me, and I was so happy that the two of them walked forward side by side carrying large bags.

Most of the expressions of passersby in a hurry were swallowed by the mask, and the atmosphere was unusual but different. The national flags are waving everywhere. She and I, two foreigners from Southeast Asia, still exercise restraint and protect our complete selves in society. The ego is professional, commercialized, and intrigued, and the ego is never the complete me.

But between the phantoms of my brain, the person who intertwined with her in the crowd, is it the complete me?

I like buying clothes, buying all kinds of shoes, watching cultural activities, being in a high position, holding important positions, leading the team to create zero-to-one results, like food, women, and her.

What is she like completely?

"I didn't seem to ask you before," I said, "Why did you come to Singapore?"

"I came here to play after graduation, and by the way, I submitted my resume to some consulting companies."

I frowned slightly: "That's it?"

"And Peter." Miss Pande said, "I don't have any particular geographic preference, and my best friend wants to stay here. Of course, on the other hand, not meeting the right partner in Boston is also a reason...I Have a lifelong dance plan, and it’s best to jump until you can’t move."

"I'm a little jealous." I pouted, and she couldn't see it anyway, wearing a mask. "But at the same time, I don't know if I should thank him. After all, you wouldn't come to Singapore without him."

"I didn't know you would still be jealous." There was a smile in her eyes. "How jealous are you?"

"Extremely jealous." I gestured, about the length of a shoebox, "so much."

She laughed: "That's not enough."

I thought for a long time without understanding, and looked at her: "Are you jealous too?"

"sometimes."

I became more confused and stopped: "What is jealous of?"

She looked at me for a while, her eyes softened again, and said: "Maybe I am jealous of time. Time gets along with you day and night, and understands everything about you and participates in everything about you."

"Time bites me. Time bites all of us." I looked back at her and took a deep breath quietly.

Wearing a mask is also good. My anxiety and anxiety are all hidden.

"Time is nothing to be jealous of." I said, "Anything that time can get from me, so can you."

A flash of light flashed in Miss Pan De's eyes. Is it a passing car? Comet on the journey?

Will it be me?

She stayed silent for a long time and took me forward, saying: "I feel very happy to hear you say that."

It's time for the fireworks to be set off. Today, in order to disperse the crowd as much as possible, the number of National Day fireworks display points was increased to ten. Passersby stopped and looked up to watch the fireworks in the distance. Some pedestrians on the opposite side were holding small national flags, and Miss Pan De and I looked at it at the same time.

"The Polish flag is also red and white, with white on the top and red on the bottom." She suddenly said, "This design comes directly from the Kingdom of Poland and Lithuania. Did you know that Poland and Lithuania used to be the same country?"

I nodded: "Battle of Vienna."

Miss Pande raised an eyebrow: "So you do know something about Poland."

I felt something in my heart: "Have you been to Poland?"

"No." Her eyelashes hung down. "My mother's entire family left Poland in 1981. The situation was stable and no one went back. They still like to cook the old dishes. When I was young, they had long vacations every year. Back to Manchester, my grandfather would still sing "HejSokoly" to me, but they didn’t talk about the past at all, and hardly spoke Polish. I would say that it was because I started self-study in high school, but Peter and Rowe were the only ones who corrected my pronunciation. Seta’s language pack."

Her sorrow resurfaced again, and my heart felt dull. Why did the person who was talking about happiness just now show such a wounded look?

I found the easiest entry point in her words and asked: "Peter also speaks Polish?"

"No, no." She laughed, "This story is very long."

"The night is also very long." I looked at her, "Shall we go home?"

What is left behind is the splendid celebration fireworks of other people's homes.