Quickly, I handed in the system

Chapter 469 National Idol (44)

This kind of live broadcast was the first time in history, so as soon as it started, audiences from all over the country flocked to it.

Until today, the tomb has only been half explored, but a large number of cultural relics, text murals and other research materials have been unearthed, filling many historical gaps during the Yun Dynasty and even before the Yun Dynasty.

Due to the mystery of the Lumu clan, it even involved the two patron saints who accidentally wandered here, so many cultural relics and written materials in the site are exaggerated and bizarre, which has attracted netizens to fabricate many myths and stories. Star visitor.

All in all, Sancho, as the first person to discover this tomb, has frequently been followed by many hot searches, and Professor Shao himself has repeatedly posted blogs to express his gratitude to Sancho.

During this period, Professor Sun was not far behind, and posted a lot of Weibo saying that Sancho had made great contributions to Chinese medicine.

So far, two big cows with high status in the academic world have expressed their high appreciation for Sancho.

And people have always highly respected this kind of big bull in the academic world, and many passers-by felt that Sancho must be a good person to be so admired by the two big bulls, so they also had a little more passerby's favor for Sancho .

While Ding Su was happy about this phenomenon, she couldn’t help worrying. After all, it’s true that Sancho only has a high school education. If someone deliberately attacks Sancho with this point in the future, I’m afraid today’s admiration will become a drag on her instead. .

"Sister Qiao, tell me, should we spare some time to take an adult self-examination or something?" Ding Su tactfully suggested.

In today's society, netizens attach great importance to academic qualifications.

Sancho kept on stepping, "I have already taken the exam, didn't I tell you?"

Ding Su smiled: "Now tell me."

What could she say, of course she accepted it with a smile.

After thinking about it, Ding Su decided to ask a question: "May I ask, sister Qiao, which school did you go to?"

Opening the wooden door of the dance practice room, Sancho turned around: "Zhongyun University."

Then, under Ding Su's astonished eyes, he closed the door, isolating people out.

Ding Su picked out his ears, wondering if he heard it wrong.

It's actually Zhongyun University? !

Zhongyun University, also known as Li State First University.

It is the top university in Li country.

In the entertainment industry, anyone who has a diploma from Zhongyun University can definitely brag about it all the time.

Raising his eyebrows, Ding Su felt that his knowledge of Sancho was still too shallow. She was like an inexhaustible treasure, always bringing new surprises to people.

But Sang Treasure Joe in Ding Su's heart is worried about dancing at this time.

The dance teacher wearing a long skirt with long sleeves frowned and looked at Sancho, "You said you are also very flexible, why are you so awkward when you dance?"

This Sancho is more flexible than her dance teacher. Sancho can easily complete many difficult movements that she cannot do.

When she tested her flexibility just now, she thought that she had met a young genius. Although she was a little older, she couldn't see it on the surface at all, and her flexibility was no better than those teenage girls, or even better.

But these movements, Sancho can't see anything when they are done separately, once they are coherent, it makes people feel that everything is wrong.

It's not that the movements are not standard. In fact, every movement of Sancho is extremely standard, as if he has copied what she taught her one by one.

Suddenly, the dance teacher clapped her hands, and she knew what the problem was.

Sancho's problem is that she is too imitated!
Every movement of her has its own characteristics and style, like a soft robot, no matter how standard the movements are, it will only make people feel uncomfortable.

Calling Sancho to stop, the dance teacher wiped the thin sweat from his forehead and shook his index finger, "Come on baby, forget everything I just taught you."

Sancho stood still, "Forget all?"

The dance teacher nodded with a smile, "Yes, forget it all, and then you can dance a part at will."

Sancho didn't quite understand what the dance teacher meant. She said frankly, "But I can't dance."

"No, no, dear." The dance teacher denied Sancho, "No one can dance, everyone is born to dance."

"Honey, what do you think is dance? Do you know what the origin of dance is?"

It’s hard to say what dance Sancho is, but she still knows the origin of dance, “The origin of dance is sacrifice, labor, etiquette or celebration.”

"If you know the origin of dance, you should know why people dance."

Said the dance teacher moved, "I am very happy now, so I can't help but dance."

Sancho folded her hands on her chest, quietly admiring the dance teacher's random movements, which were irregular and not even very beautiful, but she did experience her joyful mood from her movements, and was even infected by them.

This random dance only lasted a few minutes and then came to an abrupt end, and then the dance teacher changed his mood, "I am very sad now, so I want to vent my cry to the world."

This cry is silent, only body movements, but it is no less powerful than a vocal cry, and it is easy for people to feel her dissatisfaction and sadness.

The dance teacher who tried his best to interpret emotions slowly stopped to calm his breath, "Look, dance, like music, is an alternative means of expressing emotions."

"I heard Ding Su say that you sing very well, your voice is excellent, and you are full of emotions, but you lack some skills. Since you can integrate emotions into music, why can't you integrate emotions into dance?"

Sancho vaguely understood what the dance teacher meant, probably because she disliked her dancing too rigidly and without soul.

Sighing, he returned to the fear of being dominated by the soul.

"Can I brew it alone first?" Sancho asked politely.

She still couldn't let go of her shame when she randomly twisted her limbs into strange movements in front of others.

The dance teacher raised her eyebrows. According to her principles, she would not agree, and would even reprimand mercilessly. Sooner or later, she would have to dance in front of others. Now is the time to learn to overcome shame.

But looking at Sancho's flawless face, the dance teacher retreated, "Honey, your face is really too foul."

"I'm going to have a cup of coffee first, and I hope that in an hour, I can see a brand new you."

Watching the dance teacher close the door, Sancho began to think hard about the soul of dance.

Both dance and music are expressions of emotions, so probably their souls are emotions.

Of course, when conditions permit, such emotions should be expressed more gracefully.

Sancho tried to immerse herself in a certain emotion. When the emotion reached the extreme, she followed the dance teacher's appearance and externalized her emotions in the movements.

　The order will be updated on Sunday, darlings.

　　In addition, it's the end of the month, and I want to ask for a ticket~~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)