eight dance partners with my boyfriend

There was a power outage all night, the two of them washed the dishes in cold water in the dark, and since it was impossible to take a shower, they went straight to bed, Jiao Cheng's cell phone was dead, and Li Feidan didn't dare to use it, so the two of them just watched the previous video on their laptops .

There are quite a lot of game videos stored in Li Feidan's computer, and he used to just take them out to figure out the moves by himself, and rarely watched them snuggled up with Jiao Cheng like this.

"Can the ballroom dance also be used to dance pop songs?" Jiao Cheng asked him with his head turned sideways, his eyes sparkling.

Li Feizhang paused the video, "Of course, sometimes a little modern dance moves are added, which is quite difficult, and it's a bit difficult to shine."

"Is that so..."

The room was very dark, and the computer screen reflected the glowing light, leaving an afterimage on the face of the person. Li Feizhang had already memorized the movements inside, and felt bored. Unknowingly, his eyes shifted to the person beside him. There.

Jiao Cheng was lying on his side, with his head resting on his left hand, the bruises on his wrists were visible, his eyes were fixed on the computer, and a small rectangular screen was painted in his eyes, which was very bright.

Li Fei looked at the ceiling with his arms behind his back.

He has participated in many competitions and activities, even after dating, but Jiao Cheng is basically absent, or rarely mentions it actively.

A mature adult will not force his partner to like his career. He always feels that Jiao Cheng is indifferent, so he never forces it, and rarely introduces friends in the circle to him, even those dance partners who have actually met Jiao Cheng. There are really not many.

But today he is different, he seems to be particularly interested.

"Do you like watching this kind of stuff?" Li Feidan asked tentatively.

Jiao Cheng was tired from propping his head up, so he changed his posture, "I think it's quite fun, usually you compete in a strict manner, and I'm familiar with these songs."

What was shown on the screen was Li Feidan’s work in the practice room in his early twenties. The mobile phone recorded it casually, and it was a bit blurry. Love songs were popular at the time, and the lyricism was relatively strong. In it, he was wearing short-sleeved bloomers, and he danced recklessly. Cheerful.

He thought for a while, picked up the mobile phone next to him and looked at it, "Would you like to go to the rehearsal of the TV station on the weekend, and there should be no interruption if there are more than one person."

Jiao Cheng raised his head in astonishment, "Okay."

Jiao Cheng was supposed to be on duty on weekends, but he didn't tell Li Feizhang that he changed shifts with his colleagues in private, and got up early in the morning to clean up.

"When is your rehearsal?" He shook the quilt, trying to pull Li Feidan up.

Li Feida kicked his legs, and since the weather warmed up, he was used to sleeping naked, so he put on big pants, "It's too late, it doesn't start until twelve o'clock, we can eat lunch slowly."

Jiao Cheng was too lazy to cook on weekends, so he opened the closet and began to tidy himself up, "Is it still raining outside today, what do you think I should wear, and how is the temperature in the studio?"

Li Feizhang was watching the funny video that was pushed, and didn't listen carefully, just about to say "dress up casually", but he felt that something was wrong, and raised his head in surprise: "You have become more sophisticated?"

Jiao Cheng squatted down to find an olive-green solid-color vest, and after thinking about it, he found a few shirts, the colors of which seemed a bit outdated.

Li Feidan straightened up, and leaned closer, shirtless, "Shall we wear couple clothes? I haven't worn a few of the ones I bought last time." As he spoke, he reached out to touch Jiao Cheng's underwear, and the Pulling it away, "Ah, by the way, change to the same style of underwear, and show off your affection thoroughly!"

Jiao Cheng rolled his eyes at him angrily, "Get lost."

Li Feidan let go of his hand, and fell down naked behind him, just facing the full-length mirror, which he insisted on pressing during the decoration, and it was usually only used by him, unexpectedly it was Jiao Cheng's turn today, it was really rare .

"White shirts are too common..."

"Oh, the black ones are really weird, and the stripes don't work either, they're worn by veteran cadres."

"Don't! Please don't wear shirts of the same color, like a dish..."

Nagging in his ear, Jiao Cheng threw down his clothes viciously, and stared at the picky man in the mirror, feeling that he had been insulted.

But to be honest, he really doesn't know how to match clothes. It is said in the circle that No. 0 likes to play with these things the most, but he is completely insensitive in this regard.

Seeing how troubled he was, Li Fei simply got up, moved the cabinet, fiddled with it, took out one and measured it on Jiao Cheng.

The loose shirt with three-quarter sleeves has two oversized red-headed sparrows printed on it, with a moon-white background, which is clear and beautiful at first glance.

"That's all! I haven't worn it yet. It matches your little vest. It's just pulled up a little. The wrinkled effect is the best."

Jiao Cheng looked at this too fancy shirt hesitantly, then looked at his own pile, and obediently changed it.

At noon, the two went to the entrance of the community to eat a bowl of beef noodle soup, and then drove directly to the rehearsal site. As soon as they got out of the car, they heard a burst of shouts like an explosion.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!"

"Tian Yiyu!!!"

"Ahhh! Sweet!"

"Sweet!!!"

Before Jiao Cheng could stand on his toes, he was taken aback and subconsciously tugged on Li Fei's sleeve. The latter obviously didn't expect it, and grabbed Jiao Cheng's wrist.

The group of girls were a little far away, but suddenly they rushed over holding signs for support, shouting and approaching step by step. As I stepped down, there were endless grievances...

"Ah, it's not sweet..."

"Didn't you say you'd be back around twelve o'clock? I've been waiting for a long time."

"It's all because their car is the same as Tiantian's usual one."

Their voices were very low, but they couldn't bear the chatter, Jiao Cheng could hear them clearly, and leaned closer to Li Feidan's ear: "A star chaser?"

Li Feizhang didn't know either, he hadn't encountered this situation in the past two days, so he said vaguely, "Probably..."

The two pushed aside the crowd and walked toward the entrance. After walking a few steps, they found several girls in the crowd followed up again, squinting around them.

"Hey, are they newly debuted artists from some company? I haven't seen them before."

"I don't know either, oh, don't worry about it, anyway, if he is so handsome, he will definitely make money if he gets an autograph, whether he is a first-tier, second-tier or [-]-year-old guy..."

An ordinary civil servant, Jiao Cheng, unconsciously quickened his pace after hearing what they said, wishing to hide as soon as possible with a guilty conscience.

The two of them flew to the entrance, and they didn't feel relieved until they saw the security guard.

"You were too nervous just now." Li Feida panted and said to Jiaocheng.

Jiao Cheng stopped in his tracks: "Aren't you still talking about me, those fans are too enthusiastic, if I think I'm crazy."

Li Feizhang: "You don't understand this. Those actors and singers are used to it. Without these little girls, how could they become popular? Where did the popularity and traffic come from?"

Jiao Cheng really didn't understand these things, so he nodded his head, and the two walked towards the studio.

There were a lot of people in the studio, the staff performed their duties, and the scene was noisy. Hearing the choreographer and director yelling the names of some people, he was so busy that he was going crazy. I searched everywhere and couldn't find it.

"Rang Rang... Rang Rang! What are you doing here? Get in the way."

Jiao Cheng stood where he was, and was suddenly pushed from behind by someone. He staggered and almost fell down. Fortunately, Li Feizhang resisted in front and nothing happened. The lighting engineer who pushed him Without even looking at them, he swaggered in with the props in hand, shouted a few times, and all the little assistants came to help.

Li Feidan patted the dust on Jiao Cheng's vest, very dissatisfied, and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"

Jiao Cheng shook his head, but his shoulders hurt a little from being rested, and it's really not good for him to block the door.

Li Feizhang looked around but couldn't find anyone he knew, so he took out his mobile phone and went out to call the girl he was connected to.

On the other side of the phone: "Mr. Li! I'm sorry, I've got some problems here, and I'm still outside. You can just talk to the chief director backstage, and then just follow the order. They will arrange it. I'm really sorry!"

He hung up the phone, not wanting to embarrass the little girl, he turned his head to Jiao Cheng and said, "I'll meet you later, I'll find the director, there happens to be a seat here, and I'll be back in five minutes."

Jiao Cheng was not in a hurry, and sat quietly on the stool outside.

The colleague on duty sent a text message saying that he would group the interns into groups and asked him to send the list, while Jiao Cheng was looking down for the documents.

Four boys suddenly passed by in front of them, dressed in golden light, wearing sunglasses, exaggerated costumes, and color schemes that looked like a group, a male staff member at the door went up to check their work, "Teacher Qin and Teacher Yu will go ahead, Zhang Teacher, just take it easy, is Teacher An not feeling well today? It's all right, I'll find someone to replace you later. "

With a smile on his face, the male staff led them inside, and a few female staff members walked by the sign behind, standing by the window and whispering.

"The combination just now seems to be supported by W Company with huge sums of money?"

"It seems to be that the ability is really not good, but the face is okay. The capital paid for it and only practiced for a few months before debuting. The fans are growing fast, and the song for this party has only been finalized. It is said that the schedule is busy. One dance step Haven't picked it yet."

"Is that so? I think it's okay, the captain is very handsome..."

What they said passed through Jiao Cheng's ear. He didn't know anything about the entertainment industry, and he didn't worry about it. He sent the list of interns in his hand to his colleagues, and happened to see Li Feidan come back with a bottle of milk.

"Where did it come from?" Jiao Cheng took it.

Li Feizhang pulled him to go inside, "The little girl in the backstage gave it to me, and I'm not thirsty. By the way, the director asked us to go in and follow the order. I guess we have to sit and wait. It's rather boring."

They found a relatively corner place to sit, Jiao Cheng bit open the packaging of the straw, inserted it inside, and took a sip leisurely.

"Is your dance step fixed?"

Li Feizhang said: "It's settled. I didn't know who sang it at first, so I just followed the lyrics. Just now they told me that it was Tian Yiyu, and asked me to rehearse first. He will come later."

Jiao Cheng nodded thoughtfully, the lighting in the arena was adjusted, and the rehearsal began in order. Li Feidan was No. 12, and it would take a while.

He looked around, and there were many people sitting under the stage, all of whom looked familiar, running around taking pictures and chatting, accompanied by his assistant and manager throughout the whole process, it was very lively, the two of them had nothing to do, and watched the last time together on their mobile phones The movement of the stage.

"Next! Come on!" the director shouted, Li Feidan stood up and was about to go on stage, thinking that he was in charge, when he saw four boys rushing ahead.

He didn't figure it out, he frowned and asked the director, "Isn't it my turn to be number 12?"

The director looked to be in his 40s, with a mustache, glanced at him all over the body, picked up the program list and glanced at him nonchalantly, and said casually, "Isn't Li Feidan?"

"Ah."

"Ms. Tian hasn't come yet, so why not line up, just wait." The choreographer said coldly, then ignored him, turned to the stage and said, "Mr. Qin, please go a little further, right, right, or the lights won't be able to find the right position." , it's very good now, let's play music..."

Jiao Cheng raised his phone and just switched to the camera mode to point it at the stage, when he saw Li Feidan walking back again, he asked puzzledly, "What's wrong? Isn't it your turn?"

Li Fei smiled: "The director said to wait until the other person arrives."

Jiao Cheng found it strange, he had just heard him say that the director asked him to line up first, but he didn't think much about it, "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Li Fei touched his head, "Yes."

The last rehearsal was mainly about taking positions and performing, and the rest could only be left to them to practice in private. After all, so many people didn’t have time to pick one by one. Jiao Cheng stared at the first few. The atmosphere was not bad, and the performance was at least complete. Several well-known singers performed really well on stage.

But the four people standing on the stage now, judging from their costumes, it is speculated that they are the small group at the door just now. The stage teacher is helping them find some new ones one by one. The music is together, four people and four beats, and they can't even move together. It's too shabby.

Jiao Cheng took a sip of the milk, and glanced sideways at Li Feidan who was beside him. He was looking at the stage with a slight frown, and was memorizing the position from last time.

"Aren't you used to it?"

Li Fei smiled: "It's a little bit, after all, our national standard dancers seldom appear on this kind of stage."

Jiao Cheng was not good at saying comforting words, so he didn't open his mouth. These days, Li Feidan only occasionally instructed Xia Guanghui's movements, and spent the rest of his time in the dance room, and there were very conspicuous dark circles under his eyes.

When the music was over, the four boys on the stage finally ended the performance like a dragon and a snake. Even Jiao Cheng, who didn't know much about dance, thought it was impossible. Who knew that the first two rows suddenly started applauding, saying "Okay" repeatedly , those four idols walked off the stage unhurriedly...

Jiao Cheng couldn't understand it a little bit, and heard a violent insult coming from behind: "What the hell are you dancing, are you insane? Did you show it to a ghost?"

That person, Jiao Cheng, had a bit of an impression. She seemed to be the woman who was kicked off the stage while playing classical music just now. The choreographer said that her rehearsal was too time-consuming, and she didn't even have proper lighting. The background board was brighter than her face.