my brother is not cute at all

Tricks are tricks, and in the end Yang Yue was very reasonable and helped Hou Zeqi get the admission qualification.

So when Hou Zeqi received a red "work badge for logistics personnel" with a lanyard hanging on it at noon the next day, his whole mentality collapsed.

However, Yang Yue threatened that the number of internal tickets is limited, and one person can take up to two tickets. The subtext is that I can think of a way to let you enter the venue, which is already very good for you.

OK, very good.

Hou Zeqi followed Yang Yue's description in the message and found the players' waiting area. The moment the screen was locked, he saw himself handsome and three-dimensional but mixed with oriental beauty on the dark mobile phone screen. With a handsome face, he hooked the corners of his lips helplessly.

Just kidding, who has seen such a handsome logistics?

Although he wore a black mask on his chin and a pair of metal-rimmed aviator frames on his nose, his 190cm height still attracted a lot of attention in the crowd.

Yang Yue saw him looking back and forth leisurely in the background from a distance, with a look of "I'm afraid that others won't see that I'm handsome", she took off her earphones and dragged him over.

"If you wander around like this for a couple of times without seeing the world, it's time for the field manager to pull you over to work."

"To be honest, I have never seen such a world before," Hou Zeqi collected himself, and began to look at Yang Yue's outfit from head to toe: "Your look..."

Today, Yang Yue participated in a group dance by a Yi man. His half-length hair was mixed with multicolored strings to form a full head of dirty braids and a high ponytail. His dark gray and silver eye shadows were long Almost into the sideburns, lying silkworm glued crystal sequins, and now there are three totems on it.

The vest is open-chested, and the triangle area on the deep clavicle and chest is sprinkled with sparkling powder, and the slender waist is tied with a leather belt.

The whole person looks like a wolf child who ran out of the primeval forest.

It was the first time Hou Zeqi saw this child with a cold fairy air dressed so wildly, he couldn't help being a little surprised.

Yang Yue couldn't stand his sizing up and down eyes, and asked impatiently: "What's wrong with the shape? Do you have any opinions?"

"No, I just think it's pretty cool." Hou Zeqi stared at him intently, took out his phone and pulled him aside: "Come under the light and let me take a picture."

Yang Yue shook him off: "Go away, you don't want to lose face, if you want to take pictures, go take pictures of others, our group is all dressed like this today."

"They don't look as good as you, come here and let me take a picture, good boy."

"Let go, I'm going to warm up."

Yang Yue's strength was limited, and she couldn't twist him, so she was dragged and dragged under the light. In desperation, she grabbed a boy who was dressed like him.

The boy who was playing with his mobile phone looked up and looked at him blankly: "Senior?"

Yang Yue pulled him up without changing her expression: "The photographer invited by our school wants to take pictures for you."

Hou Zeqi: "..."

"Ah? Really?" When the boy heard this, he put down his phone excitedly and rushed towards the mirror: "Wait, let me see if my hair is messy."

Seeing this, Hou Zeqi let go of his hand and hid aside, and finally gave Yang Yue a glare.

Yang Yue showed a triumphant smile, turned around and grabbed the boy and pulled him away: "What a mess, come and do some activities."

Thanks to Yang Yue's luck in any game, their male group dance "Nisuramo" successfully won the last number to perform in the audience during the lottery session.

So a group of "wild wolves" waited behind the side screen while watching the program and comments, nervous and tormented. I watched with gusto.

Dai girls are introverted and reserved, while Uyghur girls are lively and enthusiastic, Mongolian boys are bold and unrestrained, Tibetan boys are cheerful and masculine, Korean dances are calm and atmospheric, and Miao dances are lively and joyful.

A layman can watch it one after another with relish.

Finally, when the finale performance was over, a group of "coyotes" cheered up immediately. The whole group got up and surrounded the city, put their hands together and yelled three cheers, and finally imitated the howling of wolves in unison. With a sound of "Wow", the coyote instantly turned into a war wolf.

As a result, the moment the judges picked up the microphone, Yang Yue immediately pushed back a group of embarrassing children!

"There are also comments, why are you so excited?"

The little coyotes: "..."

Hou Zeqi was so teased by them that his shoulders trembled. When he came back to his senses, the lights had gone out. Yang Yue ran onto the stage with his companions, and set up the opening pose with everyone in the center of the stage. Then, the prelude to the music With the ground streamer quietly flowing out together, the performance officially began.

"Nisuramo" is a group dance co-arranged by Yang Yue and the tutors in the department. It tells the story of the old wolf king who was accidentally killed by a shotgun. In the story of the wolf king, the whole dance has ups and downs and advances layer by layer. It not only praises the brave and tenacious fighting spirit of the wolf, but also appeals to the awareness of environmental protection.

The remixed music is mixed with the sound effects of thunderstorms, and the endless scheduling seems to present a picture of wolves running in the wind and rain in front of the audience. Their movements are tearing and ferocious, but they reveal a bloody tenacity , the rain became more and more violent in an increasingly rapid rhythm, and at the critical point of suffocation, a gunshot pierced the sky!

--boom!

The old wolf king squeezed the dye in his pocket, and his trembling palm, stained with blood-red paint, slightly fell from half of his cheek. The long blind tone made the air blank as time went by, until a heart-piercing sound The sound of howling wolves sounded, and Hou Zeqi clearly felt the cold hairs on his forearms stand on end at that moment.

The surrounding audience gasped, all those who were worried, fisted, or forearms were not shocked, and in an instant, everyone's hearts resonated——

Very well organized!

This is completely choreographing the lifeblood of the audience.

The formation of this whole dance is changeable, the scheduling is novel, and the choreography of the movements is also very unique, especially in the big dance section, the lights and music are magnificently covering the whole stage, and the uniform movements are wild and wild, bringing the whole dance to life. The dance reached a climax.

If you observe carefully, you will find that although Yang Yue is the thinnest in the whole team, his movements are more flexible and powerful than anyone else's. He is confident and unrestrained, and his body and breath can be retracted and released freely, as if his flesh and blood have been taken away. Integrating with the rhythm and emotion of the music, the whole person exudes dazzling light on the stage.

Even the judges gave him a very high evaluation after the game - no one is born strong, but at this moment, you are stronger than everyone on the stage.

A familiar sentence seemed to coincide with the scene of that year in an instant, and the clear and steady voice broke through the barriers of time, passed through the hustle and bustle of the surroundings, and rang firmly in the ear——

"No one is born strong, but Seven Choices is, in my heart, the most powerful existence in the entire arena."

Memory is like a scourge in Pandora's box. Once it is opened, it roars ferociously and rushes towards the face, brutally biting the memory into countless bloody fragments.

Once upon a time, there was a young man who was flamboyant and confident, who said the same words to him with firm eyes. With a clear light in his eyes, he zipped his team uniform for him, and finally held his hand tightly.

In that game, they directly advanced to the national finals with a score of 3:0. After the celebration banquet, everyone went back to their dormitory drunk together, and the dim club slowly fell silent in the middle of the night.

The young man, who was unable to walk steadily, hung on his shoulders and stood in front of his room door.

"I like you," he murmured with his fair cheeks blushing, clutching his neck, "captain, captain...I like you so much, captain."

"I will definitely help you win this year's championship. I want to be on the podium and let people all over the world know that I like you."

"You're quite drunk, go back to sleep now," he just took it as a joke, and pushed the boy into the room helplessly.

The boy who was pushed into the room held on to the door frame relentlessly: "I won't give up, Captain."

His eyes were hazy and firm, shining with a burning and moving light.A week later, he really replayed the game to the end in the empty training room, and once again told him calmly and sincerely: "I will not give up, captain."

"I want to surpass you and become the most valuable player in the league." His bright eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was tired but with unshakable determination: "If that day really comes, can you be my boyfriend?"

"Come on, there is little hope of surpassing me, and you may not be able to wait for that day."

He poured a basin of cold water with a little teasing, but he didn't expect that it would really come true at the moment when the ambulance was speeding by.

The galloping stretcher bed left wheel-shaped bloodstains on the snow-white tiles, and the young man was lying on the stretcher bed dying, looking at him with longing eyes: "Captain, you...you are right, I...maybe I really can't wait." It's that day."

"Don't talk! Don't talk nonsense!" His voice couldn't stop shaking, but he still calmly comforted the blood-stained boy in a low voice: "June, you have to persevere, and you have to come out safely."

June shivered slightly and stretched out his hand to grab his clothes corner. The always flamboyant young man was humbled to the core at that moment: "Can you... now... be my boyfriend?"

"..."

"is it okay?"

It was only a moment of hesitation, but June seemed to understand everything in an instant. His hands were soaked in blood, and his voice was stained with tears: "So you really... never... never liked me."

"June," he gently took the hands on the hem of his clothes and put them on the stretcher bed gently: "I'll wait for you to come out."

In the next second, the door of the operating room was slammed shut, but the boy who was pushed in remained inside forever...

There was thunderous applause from the audience, and the memory quickly faded away like the tide under the moonlight, revealing the reality that the beach was full of scars, Hou Zeqi came back to his senses, numbly applauded along with the people around him.

The light behind the side curtain flickered on and off, hitting his handsome three-dimensional face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

The enthusiasm and ignorance of youth are like dreams that are both real and illusory. When I wake up from the dream, I realize that the past is not a dream.

The author says:

In the language of the Yi nationality, Nisu represents the Yi nationality, and Lamo means wolf, but different regions have different names, so Lamo is just one of them.