Confessing

It is said that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and many boys' biggest problem when interacting with girls is a lack of self-confidence.

If someone's eyes are evasive, dull, or they even avoid eye contact with girls, it can easily give the impression of being sleazy and irresponsible.

Therefore, when boys are dating girls, they must remember one thing: if you want to look at someone, do so openly and honestly. Don't panic when your eyes meet theirs. This will give people a generous and appropriate impression.

(Ah Ding also had this problem when he was young and dating girls. He only understood this principle when he got older. He shares it with you, dear readers, so that we can all learn from it.)

Seeing that Miler's face was already flushed with embarrassment and she was showing signs of getting angry, Mo Yu knew that she couldn't keep going straight to the point, so she immediately changed the subject.

"Senior, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Don't ask that kind of question!"

Miler, who had just been a little shy, suddenly got annoyed and slapped his arm hard.

"No... Is my question really that difficult for you?" Mo Yu, who had been slapped for no reason, was very puzzled.

"You..." Mi Le stared at him for a while, then suddenly slumped onto the small table in front of her. After a moment, she said somewhat dejectedly, "You don't know."

Looking at Mi Le's sullen figure slumped on the small table, her once graceful swan neck now appearing somewhat stiff, and her bun drooping slightly due to her dejection, Mo Yu suddenly realized that this seemingly glamorous girl next to her also had her own grievances and troubles.

He coughed lightly and said softly, "Senior, you can tell me what's bothering you. Maybe I can give you some advice."

Get up... and tell me.

Miler's face, which was tucked in her arms, twitched. After a while, she replied in a muffled voice, "How can you be so shameless?"

She finally raised her head, though her eyes were slightly red and the tip of her delicate nose was rosy from being cooped up for so long.

Looking into the boy's clear, expressive eyes, which she had only known for less than two hours, Miler's long-suppressed emotions suddenly erupted.

"You're not from our school, so you don't know how much professional pressure there is in our field."

Others only know that our school only admits more than 300 students each year, and those who can get into Beijing Dance Academy must be among the most outstanding people in the country.

That statement isn't wrong, but what is the price to pay?

To get into the Beijing Dance Academy, I practiced every day without fail from the age of twelve, for at least eight hours every day.

Last year, I finally got into the Beijing Dance Academy, but I was competing against the most outstanding girls selected from all over the country.

I get up at 5:30 every day to start dancing and rehearsing, and I also have to study academic subjects. My schedule is packed, and I only have two or three hours of personal time each day. I'm so tired that I can fall asleep in less than ten seconds as soon as my head hits the pillow.

As for holidays, needless to say, people like us don't get any holidays.

As I just told you, if we don't practice for a day, we'll regress; if we don't practice for a week... haha... our muscle memory and function will decline significantly.

You tell me, where do people like us find the time to date?

The male-to-female ratio at our school is about 4:6. You think those boys must have an easy time finding girlfriends, right?

"Wrong. Most of those people are single. They spend all their time in the training room; they don't have time for relationships."

Watching Mi Le rattle off her grievances in a rapid-fire manner, Mo Yu was stunned and couldn't help but gasp.

After a long silence, he asked, somewhat puzzled, "Aren't you guys pushing yourselves too hard? Is it really worth it?"

Miler's eyes suddenly became somewhat complicated, showing sadness, confusion, and a hint of expectation.

"You don't understand... Dancing is actually a very talent-dependent and youthful profession. Physical condition, perseverance, spirituality, and even appearance are all indispensable. You can only shine in those limited few years. Once you're over thirty, you'll never have another chance."

At this point, a bitter smile appeared on her lips: "Take our senior Shishi from our school for example. She transitioned from a student at Beijing Dance Academy to the entertainment industry. Is she really passionate about the entertainment industry?"

In my opinion, isn't it simply because of too much pressure?

Seeing how exhausted Mi Le looked, Mo Yu suddenly felt sorry for her.

"Senior, you just said that physical fitness declines rapidly after age thirty. Haven't you considered your future career paths?"

"I've thought about it. This is the cruelest thing."

Miler lowered his eyes. "This anxiety weighs on us every moment. Once that string called perseverance snaps, it means that the breath we've been holding in for so long has been released."

Although I only attended for one year, in that year alone, I saw many third- and fourth-year female students get into the luxury cars parked at the school gate after they had vented their frustration.

You know what? For a while, I was terrified that I would become one of those senior students. I couldn't even imagine what it would be like if I lost my nerve and became one of them. I would go crazy.

Little fish...can you understand how I feel?

"Senior...I understand."

Looking at the girl with slightly reddened eyes and a hint of crystalline light, Mo Yu nodded gently in understanding. Once you embark on that path, it would be equivalent to negating all your efforts over the years, which would be a huge blow to anyone.

Take his past life for example, who among those who survived the apocalypse wasn't just barely holding on to their last breath?

In those conditions and circumstances, a person who wasn't strong would have died long ago.

"etc……"

Mo Yu suddenly snapped out of her daze and glared at her. "What did you just call me?"

"Little fish..."

Miler's pretty face flushed slightly as she forced herself to meet his gaze.

"Your name is Moyu... and you're younger than me... is there anything wrong with me calling you Xiaoyu (Little Fish)?"

"Hey... Can I call myself Mo Yu? Mo as in Master Mo, and Yu as in rain."

"Pah... Master Mo, my foot! If you're Master Mo, then what am I?"

"Sister Liu Sanjie."

"You're going to die."

Watching the two start playfully bickering, the middle-aged couple opposite them exchanged a smile, and a feeling of how wonderful it is to be young welled up in their hearts.

Miler's emotions came and went quickly; after playing around with Mo Yu for a while, her mood improved considerably.

The two looked at each other and suddenly felt much closer.

"Thank you... Little Fish, I feel much better after talking to you."

After the playful fight, Miler said softly.

"Don't mention it."

Mo Yu chuckled, then her eyes lit up: "But if you really want to thank me, how about you show me around the capital when we get there?"