Circle fans continue to live [China has hip-hop + idol trainees]

{All right, all right, I know, after dancing this girl group dance, my future will be dark...}

Zisong really wanted to complain about this side mission, what kind of girl troupe dance, and thought that others didn't set it up well enough.

At this time, Teacher He straightened his arms:

"Come on, get ready—start!"

The music of "The Great Artist" sounded, and Zhang Yixuan, who was on the far left, immediately danced casually in place. After ten seconds of being stuck, he patted Ding Zeren's arm.

Unexpectedly, it was Jolin Tsai's special show ahead, and Ding Zeren was given "Dancing Girl".

Ding Zeren, who wanted to show off his dancing skills handsomely, had no choice but to spin, jump, and circle in circles, and finally won Zhang PD's attention with his gorgeous knees and floor moves.

After Lin Chaoze's nightclub style, Zhou Yanchen turned cute songs into a greasy and sexy style, which aroused unanimous disgust on the stage, and then the style of painting became more and more biased.

When Zhu Zhengting finished dancing, it was obvious that the time was running out. Zi Song, who had been silently counting the beat, knew it all.

However, when the music sounded together, the dancing soul of the girl group Dancing Machine Song instantly ignited.

"Mr. Chu~

Chu on my lips~

Chu sweetly~

to release all my strength

Come shake (shake) my heart

my heart is shaken by you

I'm falling (falling) for your love

Hey you~

Chu on my lips~

everydaywithyou~

close your eyes when i see you

quietly (close to me)

Kiss me again

It’s like Mr.Chu who only belongs to me in my dream~”

The cute rhythm of the chorus and the dance moves with a strong sense of memory express the youthful feeling of a girl's first kiss.

Serious mouth-to-mouth, shy and bold eyes, playful hand movements, and a refreshing and sweet smile like juice, Zisong can be said to be a member of the girl group himself.

In the last "Mr.Chu~", Zisong clenched his fist and put it near his mouth to turn into a small hand (gun), aiming at the auditorium, while the rocker arm of the recording studio aimed at his face for a close-up.

Not to mention the crazy fandom during the broadcast, Zisong was laughed at by fans as "the soul of the girl group that cannot be hidden". At this moment, everyone on and off the stage has goose bumps all over their bodies.

Being able to dance the women's troupe so well without being a motherfucker (cannon), I'm afraid it is the skill of the seniors of the Korean men's troupe. Of course, the most important thing is to look at the face.

The personifications of noble son, young master Gao Leng, and Bingshan beauty are all to hell, Confucius Song Mingming is a cute and explosive coquettish ghost with a girl in his heart.

Sweet song sweet dumpling, it will really be sweet to your heart.

The smiles of the trainees gradually changed...

Zisong, who desperately increased his sweetness, heard the "task completed" notification sound in his head, and immediately turned around and tapped the trainee's last stick, Wang Ziyi.

The buddhist boy Wang Ziyi insisted on swag himself, and passed it on to the two captains after breaking handsomely.

The festive song played in every store during the Chinese New Year is really embarrassing for ghosts, dancing and shouting "What is this?!"

Guigui, who couldn't jump anymore, slid to Yang Di's side, and the other party twisted and pressed the button.

The perfect ending made the host and PD Zhang give thumbs up.

"Wonderful, wonderful, Brother Yang."

"What a finishing touch hahaha—"

"Forget it, I only have two seconds to dance for me, you guys are too much." Yang Di said without exception.

{Actually, the time was exceeded after I finished dancing. }Zi Song shrank his neck and thought.

"It should be very close, I think, I don't want to watch them all the time, they all..." Yang Di, who expressed himself focused on counting the beat, was very confident.

"There are a few in the middle that can't be pulled back."

Teacher He stood up and pointed at some people in the team with a smile.

"Zhu Zhengting and Confucius have been dancing for the longest time—" Guigui immediately complained.

However, the big screen behind announced the time of the dance group, 128 seconds.

Everyone slapped their faces.

"Why are there so many—" Guigui couldn't believe it.

Zhu Zhengting and Confucius Song, who danced the longest, both covered their faces and turned around:

We don't know anything, this question can be skipped don't cue thank you.

"Who, who dances more? Oh, Zhu Zhengting, and Confucius Song, right? Come on, come out."

Senior Yang Di dragged two people pretending to be ostriches out of the team and executed them publicly.

"Today you have encountered a stumbling block in your acting career..."

At this moment PD Zhang stepped forward and said:

"I think it's a pity that Guigui can dance a little longer, and brother can also dance a little longer."

"Still dancing?! It's already exploded, oh, it's already exploded anyway, so just dance casually, right?" Yang Di said, Guigui suddenly thought of a good idea:

"Then let Zisong dance unrestrainedly later, and also dance that chu~chu~, jump to more than ninety seconds, and then we'll finish it after a power call."

This idea caused the audience to cheer. Zisong had given up on managing his expressions, and fell on Zhu Zhengting's shoulders without love.

{No, no, once is enough, really don’t cue anymore, I’m a serious boy group idol!It is absolutely impossible to do such a shameful performance again! }

Zisong, you will dance more in the future, don't just set up this kind of flag.

Fortunately, Teacher He said that the game can only be played once, which stopped this devil's thinking.

Zisong patted his chest with lingering fear.

Zhu Zhengting: "Ah, it's a pity that I only play once..."

{Zhu Zhengting, please make it clear, what is this pitiful sigh? ! }

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After recording the show, the group of people didn't even have time to take off their makeup, and they were non-stop preparing to rush back to the film and television town.

On the way, Zisong opened WeChat and saw a lot of messages asking friends to pass the verification.

There has been no official recording in the past two days, and the time for the first ranking is getting closer and closer. The program team temporarily returned the mobile phones of each trainee to let them check their current rankings and prepare mentally. .

After passing the friend request, the big black bully whose name was as simple as only one number sent several messages in a row.

Those who asked about the weather, those who cared about Cai Xukun's mood, and those who told him not to eat snacks indiscriminately.

Sliding his finger on the screen, Zisong's gaze stayed on the last item:

"If you don't come back, I will let You Changjing sleep in my bed"

He couldn't tell what kind of mood he was in, and Zisong couldn't figure out whether Lin Yanjun sent this message for fun, or as a serious warning.

Zi Song changed the text in the input box again and again, and finally long pressed the cross to delete it all.

In the end, he took a tall mobile phone, covered half of his face with his eyes closed, took a selfie and passed it on, then turned off the phone and stopped looking at it.

The combination of the front lens and the dim light inside the car gives the unretouched photo a unique old film quality.

The doll-like long eyelashes formed beautiful fan-shaped shadows under the eyes, and there was a lazy smile on the slightly tired face.

Lin Yanjun, who was lying on the bed at the other end, stared at the photo sent, without moving his eyes for a long time.

Click to save the picture, Lin Yanjun no longer sent messages, he knew that the other party was no longer looking at the phone.

Ming Ming Zisong had only left for less than two days, but Lin Yanjun felt that there seemed to be something missing wherever he went and what he did.

When I turned around and wanted to share my thoughts with that person, there was no one behind me.

The momentary loss of account made him unbearable.

He didn't know what he was looking forward to when he was looking at the chat interface of the mobile phone.

Maybe it's a word or an expression of affirmation from the other party.

In fact, why bother to find an excuse, I miss you, it is such a simple and unspeakable words

If I don't like it, how can I care about your every move.

If you also like it, then why do you need to be secretive and unpredictable in your response.

Human emotion is probably the most difficult problem in this world.

Confucius Song, you are such a coward.

Lin Yanjun himself is also a coward.

The author has something to say:

Note: Big black tyrant, Dachang. Black-faced god. Tyrant boy

Because many readers guessed the questions buried in the new article "Scarlet Sky", so according to the agreement, "Fan Fan" will have two more chapters today, and the author will keep his word.