After the rebirth, I became the top class again

In the practice room, several members of the "One Day" team stood in a row, waiting for the team leader who returned from going out to check the results.

"Remember the movements?" Lu Yige asked, everyone nodded and shook their heads, each with their own guilty conscience, "Let's dance together first."

"Okay." Several people responded.

Wen Song opened his mouth, he didn't know how to say what he wanted to say, and at the same time, he was secretly struggling. If he still can't remember such a simple action, will he be suspected of intelligence?

Lu Yige in front gave way to a few people, and they began to dance while shouting eight beats.

Relying on the cover of the team members, Wen Song continued to desert and planned how to implement his plan to go to the island. First, he definitely couldn’t have this C. Secondly, he had to arrange to hide from the camera. He wanted everyone to believe that he was real. Can't and don't want to debut.

A dance was finished quickly, and Lu Yige talked about a few common problems, and then helped them deduct some details one by one.

Wen Song savored the atmosphere silently, and gradually relaxed in his heart. He seems to have escaped a catastrophe?

In the next second, Lu Yige, who helped the other team members finish their movements, stood in front of Wen Song.

"Dance again." Lu Yige said without emotion.

Wen Song had a puzzled face: "I still want to dance?"

Lu Yige raised his eyes lightly. He had a new hairstyle, and his soft half-length black hair was messed up. The messy beauty added a bit of sharpness to the already unsmiling eyebrows and eyes. Wen Song smelled the familiar perfume again.

"Why, you don't have to dance if you don't make your debut?" Wen Song asked when he saw him raise an eyebrow.

"No, I didn't mean that." He wanted to say that he had just danced once.

The team members on one side poked their heads, Lu Yige walked to the other corner of the room, motioned for Wen Song to stand in front of the mirror, and continued to speak in a patient tone: "There are only nine people who will debut here, but it's not just nine people who are practicing. So come here quickly."

Wen Song sighed and stood over: "I will definitely practice training, but I just think it's not worth it for you to waste this time for me. Do you understand what I mean?" He tried to look at Lu Yige with sincere eyes.

This look is indeed sincere enough, Lu Yige only thinks that he is cute and irritatingly stupid.

Judging from this person's serious expression, he actually planned to give up his debut because of his mother's words.

But in my impression, the relationship between Wen Song and his mother is indeed very good.

But the stars should hang in the sky, not voluntarily sink in the mud.

Before everything is unknown, Lu Yige only wants to be a person who works hard to win stars.

The Wen Song he knew has a firm goal, but he often looks forward and backward. He used to be untouchable, but now he wants to do his best to help him.

Lu Yige's eyes were firm, and he lowered his head and said to him in an open-minded tone: "How can you decide that something that hasn't happened is not worth it?"

Wen Song hummed twice, the pleasant aroma in his nostrils made his mind a little confused: "I don't know, I just know that I don't want to break my leg." He must be right to listen to his mother, right?

Lu Yige nodded: "You can rest assured." His eyes wandered up the straight legs of the person in front of him, secretly pressing the corner of his mouth, "I will help you buy insurance for your legs."

Wen Song: "???" I lack your insurance money?

Before he could refute, the person in front had no interest in continuing to argue with him, so he stepped aside and said, "Okay, come here and dance again."

This seems to be another unsuccessful struggle, but Wen Song's psychological burden is much smaller. At least he has explained everything now. The revolution has not yet succeeded, and comrades still need to work hard.

Thinking that he breathed a sigh of relief and stood in front of the mirror, counting eight beats and began to dance.

Perhaps because the nerves that had been highly tense had finally relaxed, Wen Song was a little dazed looking at the mirror.

Wen Song is so familiar with this kind of scene, suddenly he seems to have returned to the countless days and nights spent in the practice room.

Under the bright incandescent light, he faced the mirror in front of him alone, repeating various boring movements over and over again, looking for his most handsome angle over and over again, until his body automatically memorized the key points of various movements.

He is like a dancing doll with strings in a music box, dancing his body mechanically, as if he would never get tired.

Thinking about it now, he also admires himself at that time. With an unyielding stubbornness, he has been dancing for so many years. Dancing seems to have become a part of his life.

But now he is working hard to break away from the past, he is trying to control his arms not to be raised too high, his legs not to be kicked too straight, and even his favorite expression management not to be too obvious. In short, everything, Wen Song feels that he is It's the same as another Wen Song fighting in the body.

But there is no way, this hobby is nothing compared to his life, even if he leaves this circle, he can still dance and sing whenever he wants.

After the dance, Wen Song was surprised to find that he forgot to "forget the movement", and he finished the song smoothly.

Lu Yige stood back in front of him, looked at his face in the mirror and nodded: "Very good, there is nothing wrong with the movements."

Wen Song showed a happy smile after realizing it: "Great, I finally remembered."

Lu Yige said again: "Now I'll dance for you again, and you can see the difference."

The brisk accompaniment sounded, and Wen Song looked at the person in front of him in a moment of fascination.

The boy who danced seemed to be a different person, his whole body came alive with his handsome and casual movements.

He has always thought that tall boys are the most handsome when they dance with larger frames and more powerful dances. However, even with a small shoulder rhythm, Lu Yige dances with a different handsomeness.

This was the first time Lu Yige performed this song completely, and Wen Song's eyes gradually showed more surprise than novelty.

This is a very sweet song, a type that Wen Song seldom dances. Although every time he dances, he can get fans screaming and shouting, but he still prefers to dance cooler and more powerful dances, so he Make appropriate adjustments to your style every time.

The same is true for the person in front of him. A little sweet song has become a sweet and cool style for him, which not only fits his own image, but also does not violate the sense of harmony. He perfectly gave this song a new interpretation.

Although his expression and movements are somewhat different from those of being cute, but only the change of eyes and a slight hook of his lips can accurately express the atmosphere of this song. The little boy who went out on a date with his girlfriend for the first time, indifferently It was hard to hide her joy, but she didn't forget to play cool.

At the end of the dance, there was warm applause in the classroom, and several other team members who stopped to watch praised.

"So handsome."

"I said that the first place belongs to us, no one objected?"

Wen Song on the side applauded silently. This time Lu Yige not only refreshed his cognition again, but also made him in a trance for a moment. He seemed to see his own shadow in him, the same fresh self that used to be.

"How is it?" Lu Yige breathed calmly, "Do you see the difference?"

Wen Song came back to his senses, and immediately praised all the words he could think of, and finally concluded: "In short, there is one sky and one underground."

Lu Yige: "..."

"The point is," a somewhat helpless Lu Yige dutifully explained, "Although your movements are correct and coherent, many of your movements are like half-finished products," he said, making a cool and handsome wave, "The range of movement should at least be visible, instead of just tilting the neck."

Wen Song, who was listening carefully to the class, nodded repeatedly, and at the same time secretly admired his brother's endurance. If someone used this kind of wave to deal with him, he would probably directly help him straighten his bones.

"You do this with me now." Lu Yige said and broke down his movements.

Wen Song continued to play the role of a patient with stiff bones.

After coming down several times, Lu Yige looked at Wen Song Fu's forehead, which was still twisted like a stick, and began to doubt his teaching method.

Wen Song showed a guilty expression: "Why don't you forget it, I think Wang Hongyu has already danced very well, he must be C..."

Lu Yige glanced at him disapprovingly, and Wen Song subconsciously fell silent.

Probably because he lied just now, the guilt in Wen Song's heart is at work, he always feels like being led away now, shouldn't he be so afraid of this child?

"Stand still." Lu Yige said again.

Wen Song immediately stood up straight.

Lu Yige walked behind Wen Song and put his hand on his neck.

Wen Song shrank his neck from the itching, and was immediately straightened by another strong hand: "Don't move."

The young man's voice rang in his ears, the magnetic voice was deep and irresistible: "Look at the mirror." Wen Song immediately looked at the mirror.

"Don't move your shoulders now, and follow my hands to the right with your neck."

The warm palm on the neck began to exert force, Wen Song endured the awkwardness and controlled the neck to move with him.

"Now the shoulders are starting to move." The person half a head taller than Wen Song in the mirror continued to exert strength, the movements of his hands were careful and careful, pressing his neck with one hand and pinching his shoulders with the other, Wen Song felt like a person now Marionettes.

"Yes, that's it, and then the waist." The hand on the neck moved down again.

Because it was too hot, Wen Song knotted the corners of the training T-shirt, revealing half of his firm and fair waist.

Wen Song's waist is the most untouchable, he is ticklish.

Lu Yige, who didn't know it, just put his hand on it, and Wen Song, who laughed instantly, struggled and bounced it out: "Don't, I'm ticklish. I can't stand others touching my waist."

Seeing the person who jumped five meters away, Lu Yige's face changed a few times and he said, "I just don't touch you, come here, continue."

Wen Song stood back dubiously, and continued: "I'm really ticklish, and I really don't understand this action, I really don't want to waste your time..."

Lu Yige pinched the back of his neck again and said, "Be quiet."

Wen Song immediately shut up.

Teaching starts from scratch and goes to the waist again.

His eyes touched the thin waist in the mirror, Lu Yige hesitated for a moment, looked at the mirror, his eyes dodged, he hesitated for a moment, grabbed Wen Song's wrist, and then slowly exerted force with his own hand.

"Is it still itchy?" Lu Yige lowered his head slightly and asked Wen Song's ear.

In the mirror, Wen Song's wrist was extraordinarily slender compared to the boy's broad palm, which instantly gave Wen Song the illusion that he could hit both of them.

Under the oppression of the opponent's momentum, Wen Song shook his head timidly.

"That's good."

Wen Song felt as if he was being accommodated by a child. This feeling of being taken care of and tolerated by a younger brother made him ashamed and a little addicted. He seemed to have a bit of a bad taste.

But even if it doesn't itch, it can't stop the weird feeling of this teaching method, because the other party is sticking too close, so close that he can feel the body temperature of the other party, and he feels that he can't breathe.

Resisting to complete a complete movement, Wen Song hurriedly jumped away: "I, I think I will." Saying that, he immediately made a standard wave in front of the mirror, "Isn't it?"

Lu Yige's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded: "Yes, that's it."

Wen Song smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, oh my god, he will be tortured and go crazy if he doesn't do it again.

Lu Yige, who was very satisfied with the teaching results, silently wrote down this efficient teaching method.

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