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"do not know."

Seeing him approaching, Wang Zi spoke bluntly.

After all, since then, he has taken time to practice singing. It certainly didn’t sound good before, but after that... it should sound better, right?

Wen Jing sat on the other side of the bench, "Can you sing now?"

Wang Zi nodded.

"Okay, let me listen."

As soon as he finished speaking, the boy lowered his head and began to look for accompaniment.

After a while, the prelude sounded, echoing in the huge space.

The young man held the phone in his bony hands and looked up. His handsome figure seemed to glow with the music.

His beautiful lips slightly opened, and a pleasant voice uttered:

"Under the dim street lights, you and I are separated

One step at a time

......"

With the accompaniment, the boy's indifference was diluted a little.

His beautiful eyes were covered with a soft light, and his deep love enveloped his heart, and his affection was as beautiful as the boy's singing.

Wen Jing only had one thought at this moment...

He should be standing on a wide and magnificent stage, not sitting in a small training room.

The boy's singing still echoes in my ears:

"Cold and alienated

You never pretend

If I do it again

Do you...

Looking back again..."

……

The accompaniment stopped and the boy's voice disappeared.

Wen Jing suddenly met Wang Zi's eyes. The tenderness in those deep eyes had not yet faded. The morning sun shining through the floor-to-ceiling window cast a layer of light on his body.

"Are you okay?" the boy asked.

Brought back to his senses by his voice, Wen Jing nodded slowly, "Yeah, it sounds good."

It's impeccable, both the tone and the emotions are on point, and it's even better than the original.

He performed the song "Night" perfectly.

Wen Jing sighed and found his own worries funny.

He thought Quan Chengan's expectations would be dashed, but he didn't expect that this young man would be so outstanding that he was surprised.

"You sing very well. Later I will tell Brother Quan that you don't need to practice singing anymore." Wen Jing stood up and said, "I'd better teach you how to dance."

"Okay." Wang Zi also stood up.

Wen Jing turned on the Bluetooth speaker in the training room and started playing music after connecting.

"You should have practiced this song, right?"

"Ah."

"Okay, let me see a clip." He clicked to continue playing and looked at Wang Zi.

Wang Zi also cooperated and started dancing according to the training.

Although he is a good dancer, he is more skilled in fighting, so he still has some loopholes.

Wen Jing watched and suddenly called a stop.

"Wait a moment, I'll repeat the movements of this clip."

He walked closer and reached out to hold Wang Zi's arm.

Wang Ziqing narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to dodge.

Wen Jing was stunned when he caught nothing, and turned to look at the cold-faced boy in front of him.

Wang Zi's expression was obvious...

Wang Zi: Don’t touch it.

What is the most important thing for Wang Zi to practice dancing? He hates others touching him, so he works hard to achieve perfection.

As long as the tutor can't find any fault with him, he won't be touched.

And now, the mentor has become Wen Jing...

Seeing the young man's look, Wen Jing nodded in understanding and took a step back.

"For this movement, your shoulders are a little tilted, and the left side is lifted up a little."

Wang Zi did as he was told.

"Okay." Wen Jing continued playing music.

But after a while, he discovered the problem again, and out of habit he wanted to take action again.

But the boy's back seemed to have eyes, and he dodged again by turning sideways.

After missing the target again, Wen Jing's expressionless face darkened, but he still chose to take a step back and continued, "You need to lift your waist at this position."

The music continued to play, and new problems continued to be discovered by Wen Jing's sharp eyes.

This time he didn't attack directly, but wisely stood where he was and adjusted his posture.

"The arms should be softer."

"..."

"Not that side, but the other side. It should be going up..." Seeing that Wang Zi's movements were always wrong, Wen Jing sighed.

He strode forward and reached out to grab Wang Zi's wrist.

The result was still the same, nothing was caught.

The boy still looked at him coldly and with extreme vigilance, with an expression that said "Don't touch me, I'll beat you if you do."

After compromising again and again, Wen Jing's face finally turned completely black.

He turned off the music, looked at Wang Zi and chuckled.

He said coldly: "Are you a child?"