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Pick-up dancing is not that easy. Without a teacher teaching each movement one by one, you can only play a clip in front of the video, pause and then break it down.

The seemingly short video of a few minutes is actually quite a lot of action.

Fortunately, Wen Ning's team has Jiang Heng, and Jiang Heng is indeed a genius in this area, although it's hard to say whether he was born or cultivated.

In dancing, he has the ability of photographic memory.

In less than an hour, he began to teach Wenning how to dance.

There are eight people in a team, and there are three in Class F alone. Their team has inherent shortcomings, and their strengths are as obvious as their shortcomings.

Of course, it's better than a team that is all in Class F, but Class F is not all poor students. Maybe they didn't perform well when they were divided into classes before, or they were unlucky. Much worse.

Jiang Heng was probably born for dancing. He danced this kind of small, fresh, and even contrived dance without looking greasy.

On the contrary, when he jumped up, he seemed to be a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, full of energy and sincerity.

Wen Ning looked at Jiang Hengtiao, he was a little envious.

Probably this is the difference between people. He estimated that even if he did not give up halfway, but danced since elementary school, it would be difficult to compare with Jiang Heng.

In the rather empty practice room, besides Wen Ning and the others, there were other teams present, but only Wen Ning and the others were the fastest at dancing and started practicing.

The trainees looked at them with envy in their eyes.

"Jiang Heng picks up too fast, it's outrageous."

"That's Jiang Heng, he almost made his debut before."

"Several times."

"His teammates are really lucky. I don't know why he has to be on the same team as Wen Ning. It's just a company."

"It's a good relationship."

Wen Ning couldn't hear the trainees' comments, and didn't know that he was a "holding back". He just looked at Jiang Heng intently, imitating every movement of Jiang Heng.

Gradually, the content of the discussion changed.

"Actually, Wen Ning is not too bad."

"He is suitable for this dance, after all."

"Age advantage."

Wen Ning is only eighteen, not yet nineteen, and he has a young man's temperament. He doesn't need to work hard to look innocent, he just needs to dance this dance.

When Wen Ning was dancing, Jiang Heng kept his eyes on him.

Wen Ning noticed Jiang Heng's eyes, and he showed a bright smile at Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng also smiled at Wen Ning.

However, compared to Wen Ning who can barely keep up, the three students from Class F are not able to do so. Their movements are not standard, or they just forgot to move.

They practiced until nine o'clock in the evening except for meal time.

"I can't do it anymore..." Zheng He was covered in sweat, lying on the floor in a large font. When he danced, the sweat flowed into his eyes several times, so his eyes were closed at this time. If he opened them, then he His eyes were absolutely bloodshot, abnormally red.

Wen Ning was not much better than Zheng He. He seldom drank a bottle of mineral water in a hurry, and then sat on the ground with his hands on the floor behind him to support the weight of his upper body. At the same time, he tilted his head back. The shoulders feel better.

The others are similar, dancing is not an easy task, and consumes even more energy than simple running and other sports. Wen Ning's stomach growled untimely, and he touched it shyly.

There were only three days to practice the theme song, which meant everyone was racing against time to avoid falling into class F when the first real grading was done.

"The cafeteria closes at eight, so it must be closed by now." Zheng He was also hungry.

Wen Ning was a little decadent: "I didn't bring any snacks."

Bai Mu gasped and said, "It's useless to bring it. You can't bring snacks in the dormitory. It would be bad if you were found out. You can't eat them anyway."

The other four trainees were not very familiar with them, but they enthusiastically joined their conversation,

At eleven o'clock in the evening, they left the dance studio, Wen Ning was so tired that his head was a little dizzy.

He didn't even have the strength to straighten his back, and he walked listlessly towards the dormitory, and they didn't speak a word along the way.

The other trainees are the same. Those who have not practiced well are still in the dance practice room. No one wants to be the one who loses the chain in the team during the official performance.

They walked into the door of the dormitory, and when Jiang Heng called Wen Ning to stop, a person sitting in the shadow suddenly stood up;

"Wen Shao...Wen Ning!" Zhou Zhiwen strode over. He didn't know how long he had been waiting here, but he didn't seem to have the resentment and impatience of waiting for a long time. He had a smile on his face, polite and enthusiastic.

"Brother Zhou." Wen Ning didn't expect Zhou Zhiwen to be waiting for him here.

He looked around subconsciously, but found no trace of the camera.

Zhou Zhiwen walked up to Wen Ning, smiled and said, "I'll come pick you up."

Wen Ning hesitated, he was participating in the show, and it stands to reason that if he left the show halfway, he would be disqualified from the competition.

But Zhou Zhiwen has obviously already greeted the program team.

Jiang Heng and the others obviously don't know what happened, and they don't know Zhou Zhiwen either. After all, when Lu Huansheng came in the morning, no one would care about the assistants around Lu Huansheng. people.

They didn't even meet Lu Huansheng at the company.

Their life trajectories are different, their positions in the entertainment industry are different, and even the people they meet are different.

Wen Ning nodded to Zhou Zhiwen, then turned to Jiang Heng and the others and said, "Go back and rest."

Jiang Heng pursed his lips and asked, "Do you need someone to accompany you?"

Wen Ning shook his head and said very seriously: "No, I'll be back soon, you guys go up."

Zhou Zhiwen also said politely, "I just have something to discuss with Wen Ning."

Zheng He tugged at the hem of Jiang Heng's clothes, and Jiang Heng frowned. He had a bad premonition, but he couldn't tell what kind of premonition it was. His expression was serious and slightly depressed: "I still have to train tomorrow. You should rest well tonight."

Wen Ning: "I see, you guys go up."

Jiang Heng and Zheng He went upstairs.

Only then did Zhou Zhiwen smile and said, "Young Master Wen, the car is waiting outside."

Wen Ning asked softly, "Is it Uncle Lu?"

There was no need to ask this question, Wen Ning knew it must be Lu Huansheng, even if it was Zheng Xiao, he would not let Zhou Zhiwen pick him up.

Inexplicably, Wen Ning suddenly felt a little sweet.

It's not that kind of sweetness, but the sweetness that is remembered by his idol.

He happily followed Zhou Zhiwen into the car, and he didn't feel tired, as if he had recovered all his energy at that moment.

After Zhou Zhiwen got into the car, he handed Wen Ning a bottle of juice: "Freshly squeezed orange juice, I'll have something to eat when I bring it to Wen Shao."

Wen Ning unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip. The juice was very sweet, with only a slight sour taste, but the sour taste made the sweetness more obvious and more palatable.

The car drove smoothly, and the driver was someone Wen Ning didn't know, not the uncle who had been driving him directly.

Wen Ning looked out through the car window, there were no people in the suburbs, only the continuous road and the invisible green plants on both sides, the street lights were bright, Wen Ning leaned on the seat, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The car stopped at the entrance of a restaurant. It was said that it was a restaurant, but in fact it was more like a Chinese-style manor. Not only did it occupy a large area, but the decoration style almost copied the style of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Walking into the gate is an arch bridge, and passing through the arch bridge is a long stretch. There are birdcages hanging on both sides of the corridor, and next to it is a pond with goldfish and a very delicate rockery.

The windows here are all wooden windows covered with paper, there are no bright bulbs, only the light of candles flickering in lanterns softly illuminates everything.

Wen Ning was a little amazed. He felt that this place was beautiful, with a beauty that transcended time and space.

It seems that he traveled from modern times to ancient times in this car.

Zhou Zhiwen led the way for Wen Ning. He smiled and said, "This is opened by a friend of Brother Lu, and it is only for acquaintance business."

Of course, the asking price is high. Although the land in the suburbs was not as expensive as it is now a few years ago, it is not cheap anymore. I also specially hired a well-known domestic garden design master, and the ordinary fees will not cover the cost.

So the boss found another way, only doing business with acquaintances, and his acquaintances are not short of money, so the restaurant has been operating so well, not only did not lose money, but also made a lot of money.

Some people eat, sometimes the picture is not how good the taste is, after all, many roadside stalls can make good taste.

But they will not go to roadside stalls. In addition to the taste, they also need to look at the environment and services, as well as the charges that match their own consumption levels.

Zhou Zhiwen led Wen Ning onto the bridge, which led to the pavilion in the center of the man-made lake, and Wen Ning walked forward step by step.

He knew who was sitting in the stop, he could even smell the beautiful aroma of food from over there.

The taste made him feel even hungrier.

Wen Ning touched his stomach, he hadn't known what hunger felt like for a long time.

Very novel, but also very uncomfortable.

After Zhou Zhiwen brought Wen Ning, he greeted Lu Huansheng and left.

Wen Ning stood on the steps and looked at Lu Huansheng who was sitting on the wooden chair.

The night was as cool as water, candlesticks were placed on the table, and the jumping firelight was struggling to illuminate this small space. The fragrant food was placed on the table, very delicate, and at the same time, the portion was very small.

For some reason, Wen Ning suddenly became shy. He was tired all day and had no time to take care of himself. His hair was slightly damp from sweat, and his body also smelled very light of sweat. He was only wearing a white vest and knee-length shorts. , and there are still bruises on the knees left by the bump.

He felt that he was so embarrassed that Lu Huansheng shouldn't have seen him like this.

Wen Ning lowered his head, his ears were red, and murmured, "Uncle Lu."

And Lu Huansheng was sitting opposite Wen Ning. He was still dressed in the daytime, and seemed to be too serious. He looked at Wen Ning intently, and said with thin lips, "Sit."

It wasn't until the moment Wen Ning sat down that Lu Huansheng's Adam's apple involuntarily slid up and down.

He must have no idea how alluring he is.

Lu Huansheng thought in silence.