I'll hand over the system soon.

Chapter 470 National Idol (44)

This kind of live broadcast was the first time in history, so as soon as it started broadcasting, viewers across the country flocked to it.

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

Due to the mystery of the Lu Mu people, including the two patron saints who accidentally wandered here, many cultural relics and written materials in the site are very exaggerated and bizarre, which has attracted netizens to make up many myths and legends. Star visitor.

All in all, Sancho, as the first person to discover this tomb, frequently followed up on many hot searches. Professor Shao himself also posted many times on his blog to express his gratitude to Sancho.

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

Zhongyun University, also known as the First University of Li State.

Sancho stood still, "Forgot everything?"

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

And people have always highly praised this kind of academic giants. Many passers-by feel that if Sancho is so admired by two big names, he must be a good person, so they also have a better impression of Sancho. .

While Ding Su was happy about this phenomenon, she couldn't help but worry. After all, it was a fact that Sancho only had a high school education. If someone used this to deliberately attack Sancho in the future, I'm afraid that today's praise would become a drag on her. .

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

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

Of course, if conditions permit, this emotion should be expressed more gracefully.

The dance teacher moved as he spoke, "I'm very happy now, so I can't help but dance."

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

After thinking about it, Ding Su decided to ask more: "I would like to ask, sister Qiao, which school did you go to?"

Sancho tried to immerse herself in a certain emotion. When the emotion reached its extreme, she would imitate the dance teacher and externalize her emotions in her movements.

Ding Su smiled and said, "I'll tell you now."

So far, two influential figures in academia have expressed high praise for Sancho.

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

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

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

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

Sancho vaguely understood what the dance teacher meant. He probably disliked her for dancing too rigidly and without soul.

The dance teacher raised her eyebrows. According to her principles, she would not agree, and would even scold him mercilessly. Sooner or later, she would have to dance in front of others, and she should learn to overcome her shame now.

"I heard from Ding Su that you sing very well, with a great voice and full of emotion. You just lack some skills. Since you can integrate emotions into music, why can't you integrate emotions into dance?"

The dance teacher smiled and nodded, "Yes, forget it all, and then you can dance at will."

It’s actually Zhongyun University? !

Then, with Ding Su's stunned eyes, he closed the door, isolating the people outside.

She still couldn't let go of the shame of randomly twisting her limbs into strange movements in front of others.

The dance teacher, who was wearing a long dress with water sleeves, frowned and looked at Sancho, "I said you have excellent flexibility, but why are you so awkward when you dance?"

The dance teacher who tried his best to interpret the emotions slowly stopped to calm down his breathing, "You see, dance, like music, is an alternative means of expressing emotions."

That's not to say 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 to one.

But the Sang Bao Qiao in Ding Su's heart was worrying about dancing at this time.

Ding Su took out his ears, wondering if he heard wrongly.

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

Raising his eyebrows, Ding Su felt that his knowledge of Sancho was still too shallow. She seemed to be an endless treasure that could bring new surprises to people all the time.

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In the entertainment industry, anyone with a diploma from Zhongyun University can definitely brag about it.

"No, no, no, dear." The dance teacher denied Sancho, "No one can't dance, everyone is born with the ability to dance."

Sancho crossed her arms and quietly admired the dance teacher's random movements. There was no pattern, and they were not even very beautiful, but she did feel her joyful mood from her movements, and was even infected by them. .

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

It is the top academic institution in Li country.

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

Sancho's problem is that he copies her too much!

Each of her movements has no characteristics or style of its own, like a soft robot. No matter how standard her movements are, they only make people feel uncomfortable.

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

"I'm going to have a cup of coffee first. I hope I can meet a new you in an hour."

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

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

But if Sancho does these actions separately, he can't see anything. Once they are connected together, it feels like something is wrong.

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

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

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

But looking at Sancho's face that couldn't find anything wrong, the dance teacher regressed and said, "My dear, your face is really foul."

When she tested her flexibility just now, she thought she had met a genius. Although she was older, she didn't show it on her face, and her flexibility was no better than those of teenage girls, or even better.

Single update on Sunday, my dears.

Also, it’s the end of the month and I want to request a ticket~~

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