After divorcing Mr. Jingfenba [Transmigration Book]

"I didn't turn outside." Tang Chi pinched his earlobe cautiously, "I'm not all facing you."

Yan Yuchen gave him a strange look.

Tang Chi avoided his gaze, changed the topic and said, "Why don't I go for you, student to student, even if I lose, there is no shame in it."

"No need." There was a little smile in Yan Yuchen's eyes, and when he turned his head to look at Zhang Ziheng, the smile stopped, "Are you ready?"

"What is there to prepare for?" Zhang Ziheng raised his chin, "Do you choose the tune or I choose?"

"No need to pick, random." Yan Yuchen turned on the stereo, and the moment the music started, he gestured to Zhang Ziheng to start.

Zhang Ziheng was not modest, and he reached the center of the dance room with a side-sliding step.

The difficulty factor of the first piece is very high, and one of the difficulties lies in its complex rhythm.

Zhang Ziheng's foundation is very good, and he has been a trainee in his agency for several years before, so it is not a problem to control the rhythm of this song.

However, for a good dancer, stepping on the rhythm is only basic, and more importantly, it can perfectly interpret the style of music.

The second difficulty of this piece lies in its unique medieval dark style, which makes people sound addicted and psychedelic.

While Zhang Ziheng was frantically showing off his skills following the rhythm, Yan Yuchen just followed the retro rhythm and moved lazily. The black high-end leather shoes and the floor made an extremely rhythmic impact sound, and his deep eyes were soft in front of his forehead. Against the backdrop of her hair, she looks particularly mysterious.

A clean, elegant and abstinent high-end shirt, a fair neck, two beautiful collarbones looming through the neckline, and Yan Yuchen's slender right index finger touched his lips when he made that depressing sound - "shh"~

It is more lethal than biological|chemical|weapons|weapons.

And the overall movement is unconventional, wide opening and slow closing, and the expressions and eyes in the details are extremely in place.

The sharp and dangerous gaze, no matter who it falls on, will give people goosebumps.

Tang Chi, who was recording, was no exception.

The moment he met Yan Yuchen's eyes, Tang Chi swallowed his saliva. This look was too foul.

In fact, at this point in the battle, the outcome is already obvious.

Although Zhang Ziheng's skills are very good, he is not very adaptable to the style of music, and the meaning of deliberately showing off his skills is too strong, which makes people feel a little disgusted.

As for Yan Yuchen, he was at two extremes with Zhang Ziheng.

Each of Yan Yuchen's dance moves looks very simple, but they can be perfectly integrated with the music style, and can add color to the original song.

But this doesn't mean that Yan Yuchen can't make such difficult moves, because everyone present can see that although Yan Yuchen's moves are not fancy, they are much more difficult than Zhang Ziheng's.

Especially when the second hip-hop style song first played, Yan Yuchen's super big side-sliding step really made everyone dumbfounded.

The students are basically good at side sliding, but the range is so large, the ending is so neat and aesthetic, and the ability to seamlessly connect a sexy to explosive wave is really beyond the reach of ordinary people.

For example, Zhang Ziheng, he can't do it.

The three random pieces ended, and Yan Yuchen had a perfect ending.

For Zhang Ziheng, who was proud and arrogant, and never put anyone in his eyes after entering Class B, this was the first time he was deflated.

Zhang Ziheng unscrewed a bottle of water a little angrily, and took two gulps.

Tang Chi cast a disdainful glance at Zhang Ziheng, handed Yan Yuchen a bottle of water, and sighed softly, "If I had known you were so powerful, I wouldn't have worried."

Feeling wasted in vain.

Yan Yuchen took the water and said lightly, "But I like that you worry about me."

Tang Chi was confused: "Huh?"

"It's nothing." Yan Yuchen wiped off the sweat on his body, watched the video that Tang Chi just recorded at double speed, raised his cold eyelids, and looked at Zhang Ziheng with a displeased face indifferently, "You know why you were clearly the primary candidate in the first place?" Sai's dancing is the first, but he was assigned to class B?"

Although he was defeated, Zhang Ziheng still looked arrogant, as if the whole world owed him: "Don't you know why I got into Class B?"

Tang Chi couldn't understand these words. At that time, Yan Yuchen didn't show up in the qualifiers, so it's Yan Yuchen's shit that he entered Class B?

But Zhang Ziheng ranked first in dance in the qualifiers. Logically speaking, he should be assigned to class A, but now he is in class B, which is a bit strange.

Not only Tang Chi, but the entire class B students also showed doubts when they heard Zhang Ziheng's rhetorical question, and even muttered in a low voice.

Yan Yuchen wiped his sweat, and gave everyone a cold look: "Don't guess, I was the one who demoted him from A to B."

Tang Chi was taken aback: "Why?"

Although the original text did not mention this plot, Yan Yuchen is not the kind of person who would make things difficult for others because of his personal preferences.

Yan Yuchen said indifferently: "Because he is unqualified, he is not worthy of entering Class A."

Zhang Ziheng pointed at Tang Chi unconvinced and said, "What about him? Why is a vegan like him who knows nothing worthy of entering Class A?"

How the hell was he shot while lying down... Tang Chi raised his eyebrows: "I'm not worthy, so I'm in Class B now, but yesterday I gave everyone a chance to re-evaluate, why are you still B?"

"I..." Zhang Ziheng had just uttered a word before being interrupted coldly by Yan Yuchen.

"Enough," Yan Yuchen said with a gloomy face, "Before questioning your teammates, can you check your own level first."

Zhang Ziheng glanced at Tang Chi resentfully: "What's wrong with my level? No matter how bad I am, I'm still better than him. Why should I be in the same class as him?!"

Yan Yuchen sneered: "I think I need to correct it. In yesterday's re-grading assessment, if Teacher Gu from Class [-] hadn't weighed down his score, he would still be in Class A. So it's your luck to be in the same class as him."

Tang Chi looked at Yan Yuchen in surprise, was he speaking for himself?

"Look at what I'm doing, did I say something wrong?" Yan Yuchen met Tang Chi's gaze and said indifferently.

Tang Chi didn't know what to say when they looked at each other suddenly.

"Impossible!" Zhang Ziheng didn't believe it.

"Nothing is impossible," Yan Yuchen looked at Zhang Ziheng indifferently, "Don't you want to know why I downgraded you in the first place? Just watch the battle video just now."

This is a training building specially sponsored by CJ Group, and each general practice room is equipped with projection equipment.

After casting the video, Yan Yuchen adjusted the speed to 0.5 times: "Others also pay attention, what I'm going to say next includes not only Zhang Ziheng's problems, but also the problems of each of you."

The first one to speak was Zhang Ziheng.

"The skill is very good, it can be clearly seen that the basic skills are quite good, but," Yan Yuchen paused, and looked at Zhang Ziheng with great contempt, "when you perform the same movement twice, there is a big difference in the range .”

As he said that, he slowed down the playback speed of the video: "Note that at 29 seconds, the right arm was raised to shoulder level, and at 42 seconds, the right arm only reached the position above the chest."

Tang Chi: "..." Yan Yuchen is wearing an eight-fold mirror, right? Can he notice such little details? !

Xiao Han rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and sighed in a low voice: "The dance skills are not good enough, and the dance moves are required to be the same. This is too devilish! I don't know how Mr. Yan's wife can stand him."

Tang Chi glanced at him quietly: "I found that no matter what you say, you can refer to Yan Yuchen's wife. Are you so interested in his wife?"

"Of course." Xiao Han was about to continue, but suddenly felt a thorn in his body, as if someone was glaring at him, and when he raised his head, he was facing Yan Yuchen's cold gaze, "..."

Tang Chi couldn't help laughing as he looked at Xiao Han who stood up, raised his head, and shut his mouth obediently.

"There is also a certain angle difference between the 20-second and 60-second leg movements," Yan Yuchen pointed out all the inconsistencies in Zhang Ziheng's front and back movements, and analyzed them for 5 minutes.

Zhang Ziheng's face turned green: "I'm not a robot, how can I move exactly the same before and after."

Yan Yuchen laughed: "Before I refute you, I want to ask you a question first, do you know why CJ Entertainment is called a star-making factory in the industry?"

Zhang Ziheng said deflatedly, "I don't know."

"Because we require artists according to the standards of machines, especially for group artists, once they fit together on the same stage, each of their performances must be at least when the video is slowed down to 0.25 times the speed, and all body movements are exactly the same." Yan Yuchen He said coldly, "This is also one of the reasons why CJ's male and female groups are still young despite the downturn in domestic groups."

As soon as the words fell, a series of gasping voices came out from among the students.

"You know, the purpose of this talent show is to form a boy group with a new concept. When performing in a group, once there is a significant difference in the body rhythm of everyone, no matter how well each of you dances, the audience will still feel the difference in the senses. It’s a little chaotic, and the whole performance will be very low.” Yan Yuchen looked at Zhang Ziheng expressionlessly, “I don’t deny that you are undoubtedly the best among all the students when it comes to the skills of difficult moves, but your The difference in the range of movement before and after is also the largest, if you go to class A, once you get on stage, it will only drag the whole class A back."

Zhang Ziheng lowered his head and clenched his fists, and stopped talking.

Yan Yuchen saw that he shut up, glanced at him indifferently, and continued to talk about the next person: "Xiao Han, the camera sense is good, but the dance skills are a bit poor, especially the leg movements. The 1-minute performance in the preliminaries is not enough. There have been three uncoordinated situations, please pay more attention to this aspect."

"Tang Chi," Yan Yuchen looked at Tang Chi who was sitting in the corner, his serious eyes softened a little for a long time, "I watched your ballet yesterday, and you danced very well, and your expressions and eyes are also in place. But there are shortcomings There are too many, you don’t have the awareness of catching the camera at all, once you are on stage, no matter how good your performance is, there will not be a few shots, after the routine training at nine o’clock in the evening, stay for additional training.”

Tang Chi thought he heard it wrong: "Huh?"

Yan Yuchen said lightly, "Is there a problem?"

Tang Chi shook his head quickly: "No, no problem."

Yan Yuchen hummed, with a slight smile at the end of his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to talk about other people's shortcomings.

After explaining one by one, Yan Yuchen turned off the projector, took a sip of water, and asked the chubby secretary to bring up twenty small buckets the size of a palm.

Xiao Han took a look inside the small bucket and asked curiously, "Is this the rice bucket for us?"

Tang Chi snorted: "You can eat this for dinner later, I promise not to laugh at you."

"I haven't eaten yet, you're already laughing!" Xiao Han pretended to snort angrily, then turned his face and asked Yan Yuchen curiously, "Mr. Yan, what is this thing for?"

Yan Yuchen finished distributing the keg, and said, "You guys use it for training."

Tang Chi was puzzled: "It's not acrobatics, why do you need a bucket?"

"Hold the sweat from your clothes." Yan Yuchen picked up a small bucket and pointed to the scale line on it, "Hey, the capacity is 50 milliliters, and everyone's daily sweat should not be less than [-] milliliters."

All the students were collectively dumbfounded, and each of them was sluggish.jpg

"Don't you think this method is a bit cruel?" Tang Chi tried to maintain a smile and asked through gritted teeth.

Yan Yuchen said very seriously: "For trainees from CJ, the lower limit is 70ml, I am very kind to you.

Tang Chi rubbed his back teeth: "Then I really thank Teacher Yan."

When he read the book, why didn't he realize that this guy still has the potential to be a fascist.

"No thanks," Yan Yuchen paused, then looked at Tang Chi's gritted teeth with resentment, and said with a smile: "By the way, in order to prevent the sweat from evaporating, remember to put the lid on the bucket every time you finish sweating."

Tang Chi replied in unison with the other colleges: "Understood."

"This training requirement will not be officially implemented until tomorrow. You can get used to it today." Yan Yuchen looked at the time, "There is no problem, you can continue to practice."

Yan Yuchen sat on the chair next to him and watched Tang Chi and the others the whole time. Anyone who wanted to be lazy would be called by Yan Yuchen immediately.

Every time he slid around and saw Yan Yuchen's serious and indifferent expression through the mirror, all the students felt as if they had seen a devil and quickly retracted their gaze like a cat being electrocuted.

"President Yan," the chubby secretary opened the door and came in, whispering to Yan Yuchen, "Someone is looking for Tang Chi."

Yan Yuchen looked up: "Who?"

Chubby Secretary: "Mr. Gu."

Yan Yuchen frowned: "What is he here for?"

Secretary Xiaopang: "It seems that I want to talk to Tang Chi about leaving the training camp selfishly last night."

Yan Yuchen's eyes froze, he put down the list of students in his hand, got up and said, "I'll go out and have a look."

"Then Tang Chi..." Before the chubby secretary finished speaking, Yan Yuchen said coldly, "Don't tell him."