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However, Fu Qingyan did not allow it.He held Lin Mu's chin, moved him out a little, and continued seriously and solemnly: "Mr. Fang seems to be a college student?"

Lin Mu rested his chin on the palm of his hand, and replied weakly: "I have already graduated."

"But he didn't have the experience of studying dance in depth." Fu Qingyan emphasized: "You learn well because you are talented in this area, but soon, you won't need him to teach you."

Lin Mu was confused: "So?"

Fu Qingyan said without changing his face: "I think you need a more professional teacher."

Lin Mu didn't take this matter to heart, he almost fell asleep on Fu Qingyan's palm, and nodded in a daze.

Fu Qingyan gently put him back on the bed, covered him with a cool summer quilt, and methodically turned up the air conditioner by one degree.Then, he got out of bed quickly and sent a message to Teacher Fang overnight.

President Fu Da Qiao, who has no identity in this matter, sent a small composition with sincere words in a rigorous and sincere tone, and paid three times the remuneration for booking the course.

The main meaning is that, for some reason, there is no need for him to teach in the past.

Teacher Fang, who stayed up all night swiping his mobile phone, accepted the red envelope with a dazed expression, and found that the amount was far more than expected, so all the confusion disappeared, and he only thought that the employer was a good person.

The next day, Lin Mu came back from school. As soon as he entered the door, he bumped into a middle-aged man with a Mediterranean haircut appearing in their yard.

Lin Mu stopped in surprise, Fu Qingyan came out of the room, holding a cup of fruit tea at the right temperature in his hand, handed it to Lin Mu, and then slowly explained: "This is Teacher Luo, who has made great achievements in jazz dance. There are a lot of great dancers out there."

What about Teacher Fang?How to deal with it!Lin Mu was shocked by the speed and efficiency. He was full of questions, and it was difficult to ask in front of the smiling Teacher Luo, so he had to say hello first.

Afterwards, Fu Qingyan explained to him her teacher's arrangement and how good Teacher Luo is in the field of dance.

However, when Lin Mu remembered Mr. Luo, it was his shiny Mediterranean hairstyle and flexible and slightly bulging belly, and he looked at Fu Qingyan with complicated emotions.

Fu Qingyan was calm and steady.

Lin Mu looked at him and suddenly had a flash of inspiration.A layman can't tell much about his professionalism, but Fu Qingyan is so persistent in this matter.The most obvious difference between Teacher Fang and Teacher Luo is probably the appearance...

Lin Mu climbed onto the bed, strangled his neck with his elbow, poked the bridge of Fu Qingyan's nose with the fingers of his other hand, and asked aggressively, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Fu Qingyan didn't answer, but grabbed his ankle with his backhand, and rubbed it with his fingertips when he caught it.

Lin Mu soon became unbearably itchy, from threatening Fu Qingyan to lying on top of him.

He smiled intermittently, accusing Fu Qingyan: "You just, haha, did it on purpose, I can see it, ahaha..."

Fu Qingyan blocked the questioning with a kiss, but admitted it indirectly.

But fortunately, Mr. Luo is really good at jazz dance, and he often jokes when teaching Lin Mu, which allows Lin Mu to learn a lot easily.Lin Mu didn't bother with him anymore.

Soon, under the leadership of Teacher Luo, Lin Mu mastered the basic movements of jazz dance, and the speed of learning was so fast that Teacher Luo couldn't help but be speechless.Moreover, the progress rate of trees has not slowed down due to the increase in difficulty.

He is really talented in this regard.

Fu Qingyan could still see Lin Shu standing up or swinging his hips, lowering his waist or jumping in the yard.

The time has come to early autumn, and the temperature outside is no longer hot and dry.The gentle sunlight passes through the gaps in the green leaves above the yard and falls on the trees.

Because the trees are constantly moving, the light falling on him is also constantly moving.Fu Qingyan pressed the shutter through the glass window.

Teacher Luo was the same as Teacher Fang, standing next to the trees, and praised endlessly.

But the top of his head was just caught, glowing in the shade.

Fu Qingyan was insidious and proud. After replacing Teacher Fang with Teacher Luo, he felt much better and felt more secure.

……

After having the two skills of guitar and jazz dance, Lin Shu will actively sign up for various activities held in the school.

Sometimes I will be selected to play solo, or dance, or with others; sometimes, I will be rejected because the event held is too important.

However, Lin Mu gleamed in entertaining himself on all kinds of crude stages that he could get his hands on.

There are more appearances, and more people know him.Someone will always take a picture of a delicate and handsome boy playing the guitar in the crowd on a certain night, or when watching a certain popular jazz dance, he is so excited that he can't help but record a video.

In this way, Lin Mu attracted a small wave of fans in the school.

Fans tried to get together to build a superchat for Lin Mu, but they were always unable to pass through for some inexplicable reasons. In the end, there was only a QQ group chat that could communicate with each other.

The trees are a bit floating, and I feel that many people like me, and I bend my eyes every day and smile at everyone.

Lin Mu enjoys his performance and wants to get more stages.When there is nothing to do in school, he runs to the band.

I haven't been there for a long time, Lin Mu's jazz dance surprised the boss and the others.

Every movement of the boy was full of tension, and he finished a dance heartily, with thin sweat on his forehead, he casually rolled up the hem of his clothes and wiped it off, revealing a white and flexible waist.

Had this been on stage, it would have drawn cheers from a carnivorous crowd.The boss thought so.

Lin Shu was still panting slightly, completely unaware of how attractive he was.

The boss looked at him, rubbed the cigarette butt in his hand, and sighed, "It's that piece of material."

"What material?" Lin Mu ran to the fan to blow it, and the strong wind blown his hair up. He didn't understand what the boss said, so he asked.

The boss couldn't define it easily, and just said: "It's suitable for the stage. I feel that you are born to stand on the stage." Surrounded by thousands of people.

It's a bit inexplicable, but this is the real thought that emerged from the boss at that moment.

Lin Mu thought it was a compliment and smiled happily.

Sleepless and restless, after finally chasing the new show, the system poked its head out, wanting to calculate how long it will take for the mission in this world to end.

It swooped onto the screen full of anticipation—just watched Lin Shu's task progress without any movement.