It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

Si Nan had never been trained as an artist.

Although, like the original body, he also graduated from a top-ranked academy.It's just that Yuanzhen's major is music, and Sinan's major is business.

If you want to talk about why you are talented in music and art, the former Sinan may not think it is a strange thing, he should be able to do everything as a matter of course.

But now that he is separated from his true identity, the nerves of thinking begin to turn, probably because the comic author wants him to have some common topics with the other protagonists.

His talent is just to fit his "heartbeat" setting.

He was born perfect, so he deserves to be loved.

But what if there are no such settings?

"Say it again?" Mo Tingbai changed into a loose T-shirt and shorts, his strong and thin muscles were faintly hidden under the soft fabric, but it didn't cover up his fierceness.

"I won't." Sinan repeated his words.

In the comics, he studied ballet for a year when he was six years old, and when he performed on stage for the first time at the age of seven, he was chosen by the chief of the National Song and Dance Theater as an apprentice. So I rejected the chief, and entered the private school where I own a share, and began to meet the "protagonists".

Even though he still retains the talent and skills of ballet at the age of six, he still cannot complete this dance.

The problem left by the original body is too big, a problem that cannot be solved by talent.

"You won't?" Mo Tingbai couldn't believe his ears, "Are you going to say such things calmly. Sinan," he seemed to look him over again, "what about the shame you are so proud of?" ?”

There's nothing to be ashamed about, Si Nanxin said.

There is specialization in the art industry, if you don't know it, you won't.

He will not feel that he who is set to be perfect should not bear those loves, that is him, even if it is set, that is him.

In the same way, he will not have any gaps in the face of things he does not know.

Inferiority, evasion, and rejection of what should belong to oneself are as meaningless.

He has no pretentious habits.

Mo Tingbai felt that he had probably been driven crazy by Si Nan, otherwise, how could he think that it was reasonable for someone who could jump out of perfection in the video to say "I can't".

"Is it a previous stage accident?" Mo Tingbai thought of the only reason that could explain this incident.

A year ago at MNL's annual meeting, Sinan fell off the stage due to a mistake in a stage prop during a solo solo, and was unable to dance for three months. The popularity of Sinan, who is well prepared and ready to come back, is no longer comparable to them.

During that time, there were a few boy groups that continued to be popular, and the company felt that re-emerging as a group had little advantage, and the gains outweighed the losses, so they continued to focus on individual activities. Since then, Sinan, who had no sense of existence, has become more and more transparent. .

I don't know if the psychological shadow caused by the accident was too great, but Sinan's later dance performance only appeared in the recorded video with no one around him.

The same memory flashed through Sinan's mind vaguely. There was such an accident that could explain why he couldn't dance. Even Sinan, who was familiar with coincidences, found it strange.

"Yes!" But he nodded, and calmly accepted the reason given by Mo Tingbai.

"Very good, keep it up." Mo Tingbai squeezed out six words between his teeth, and the irony was about to hit Sinan's face. Then Sinan seemed relieved, smiled at Mo Tingbai, and said, "Thank you." .”

"Yes, very good." Mo Tingbai snorted, turned and walked towards the door.

Finally escaped.

Just as these words were drifting through Si Nan's mind, he saw Mo Tingbai walking back with the stereo at the door.

"I'll teach you." Mo Tingbai put the stereo on the ground and connected it to his mobile phone.

Simon: No need.

"Actually, I know how to do it." Si Nan said boldly.

"Then you come."

"I'm not coming."

Then the two of them seemed to be fixed by some passing god, and they stood silently for a century. Mo Tingbai suddenly said: "If you don't care about your worthless dreams, don't drag others down. Sinan, this is not you It's a personal matter."

dream.

A part of his heart that didn't belong to him seemed to throb violently because of these two words.

It is the dream of Si Nan, a member of the boy group.

Not his.

But what is his dream?

He felt that his memory and the memory of the original body were mixed together as if they were suddenly messed up at this moment. He stood there in a daze, and nodded after a long while: "Then you teach me."

The mobile phone with the video on it was placed on the stool, and Mo Tingbai said, "I'll dance once, and then you come."

Simon: ...Is this also called teaching?

That's right, from Mo Tingbai's point of view, he can, after all, this dance is his own work, but he can't dance it in front of him.

The music sounded, because it was only a demo recorded by the original body, so only Sinan's voice was heard.

Don't listen to Bai dancing, Sinan's song is on the stereo.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he was singing for Mo Tingbai or Mo Tingbai was dancing for him.

The video should have been given to Mo Tingbai a few days ago by the original body. Excluding the filming and rest time, even at this moment, Mo Tingbai only has a dozen hours of dancing practice.

But he danced very well, beyond very well very well.

But unlike the original body, Mo Tingbai can express disdain and firmness even in the very "Sinan-style" sad part.

It was different from what Sinan thought, he thought that Mo Tingbai's dance would be like himself, cold and tough, but in fact, every bone of Mo Tingbai who was dancing was full of strength and enthusiasm that could not be seen normally. .

Sinan found it amazing, as if he was using a soul that didn't belong to him to express something that didn't belong to this song.

A dance lasted for 3 minutes and 24 seconds. After the dance, Mo Tingbai was inevitably out of breath. After turning off the automatic loop of the video, he turned and looked at Sinan.

Sinan also looked at him: "Mo Tingbai, have you considered not using this version of the arrangement?"

Mo Tingbai continued to stare at Sinan silently, as if waiting for his next words.

"Your dancing style is completely different from what Sinan—I mean me—expresses. And I heard that you are also very good at composing and choreographing." Sinan said.

The all-around ACE is not fan bragging. Mo Tingbai's strength is fully worthy of his fame and status, and Mo Tingbai is not inferior in the part that other people in the team are good at, or even better.

It's just that they have a clear division of labor, especially in terms of creation. Sinan looked at the collection of works of the MNL group in the past two years, and almost all of them composed and choreographed by Sinan.

This is different from Si Nan's memory. In his memory, he is like a bird with no place to show his beautiful wings, guarding alone in the gem-studded treasure mountain called talent.

From this point of view, everyone actually gave him enough opportunities.

"Is this a new excuse?" Mo Ting raised his eyelids slightly, "But it's useless, you still have to dance."

Mo Tingbai switched the video back to the original state and said, "Sinan, if you dare not do it in front of me, how dare you dance on a stage with tens of thousands of people?"

Sinan really wanted to tell Mo Tingbai: You misunderstood, don't say you are alone, even if there is no one, I won't either.

Sinan felt that the way Mo Tingbai was staring at him at the moment was very similar to the puppet cat at home who was waiting to check whether the imperial meal he presented was qualified, and then Sinan compromised.

"Okay," he said.

Counting Mo Tingbai's current performance, Sinan has watched this dance twice.

He has a good memory, and he can roughly remember every movement with the tune.

It’s similar to ballet, he told himself, without the need for basic stretching and special shoes.

"Then I'll start!"

Sinan clicked on the video, and stared at Sinan in it - at that moment, the person in the video raised his head, it was only a few tenths of a second, but his eyes were like a little wolf cub, very intimidating.

Sinan had the feeling of being inspired by the master of his body, which seemed to come from the mastery of Tianling Gai, and he had a sense of sight of being taught peerless martial arts by an expert outside the world.

It might work.

Si Nanxin said.

Three and a half minutes later, Mo Tingbai looked at him, his brows almost fixed: "Sinan, are you kidding me?"

The author has something to say:

Simon: I can!

The manga author who floated over from the studio next door: Cub, where do you get your confidence?