But unwilling to see the scenery

The Swiss are strict and serious, and no matter how small the game is, they must be recorded on video. All of Yan Ruoyu's battles in this game have clear video records.

That video was dug up after he participated in the fourth season of "Make it Real". In order to create a sense of variety, the program team called Lin Huai, who is also the top four in the country, to watch and make a reaction video.

They really found the right person. Lin Huai, who had just written a [-]-character essay for Mao Xuan, saw that no one had black hair except Yan Ruoyu, so he blurted out in a serious manner: "Hey, modern capitalism, capitalism, democracy, righteousness, death of me Heart is not dead."

"Just kidding, kidding, it's a peaceful age, and everyone is a community with a shared future for mankind." Lin Huai still has a strong desire to survive, and he quickly denied himself as soon as he finished his jokes, watching Yan Ruoyu win the first man The dancers then walked to the periphery of the crowd, where stood Jiang Nuo and Song Zhou.

"Why is Xiaozhou here?!" Lin Huai's eyes lit up, and his eyelids blinked. Before he could seamlessly play a wave of Song Zhou, the second dancer went straight to Yan Ruoyu. In front of him, freestyle started before the music could be played.

Lin Huai laughed until his shoulders shook, and he took a closer look at the little girl who was only 0.5 Yan Ruoyu's height, and said helplessly, "Should I say that the Swiss are narrow-minded Yan Yan Ruoyu are playing wheel games here, or should I say they are axes, Look at that doll's little eyes—"

He pressed pause, just in time to capture a frontal photo of Little Lolita.She was too young, her body was too soft, and she didn't have a single pause, but her stubbornness was ready to come out, as if she was saying that she would rather find the strongest battle on the field to be eliminated than just find a weak person as a walker.

Yan Ruoyu crossed his hands in front of his chest, his eyes lingered on the little loli in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched like a smile, his mood at that time was probably as helpless as Lin Huai's at the moment.After Little Lolita finished dancing, everyone present cheered for her courage, which made Yan Ruoyu very embarrassed.

Fortunately, the referees are all fair. After the host finished counting "three two one", all three hands pointed at him.

He won the second round after five or six seconds of sighing, rolled up his sleeves and stood where he was. As expected, the third player still chose him as his opponent...

"The seal is lifted, the hope of the whole country is Ollie!" Lin Huai gave Yan Ruoyu a late applause, and then very consciously asked the staff who was filming his reaction on the opposite side, "Will the tattoo in the video be recorded in the later stage of the video?" Mosaic?"

staff member:"……"

The staff member coughed: "Dolls are prohibited!"

Lin Huai continued to watch the video obediently.The next seven or eight minutes were about the same. Yan Ruoyu kept winning, and his physical strength was also exhausted. After taking off the body armor style vest, a layer of sweat was visible from the back into the clothes.

"If this video can be a hot search, I've already thought of key words, and I'll call it #饭如暴代约叶问#." Lin Huai couldn't count how many Swiss guys he had battled, and asked the film crew if there were ten of them. Then Donnie Yen possessed his body, pointed at them and glared at them: "I want to hit ten of them!"

The big brothers who had been carrying the camera all day without blushing or panting really walked towards him, Lin Huai was subdued for a second: "Don't be big brother, master... It's only Yan Ruoyu who can hit ten by himself, and I can't even be beaten by ten." If you hit him, you will die."

Lin Huai happily continued to watch the video, and there was still a lot of burdens left. Jiang Nuo pulled Song Zhou out of the crowd and sat behind Yan Ruoyu in the inner circle.

He and Song Zhou were separated by time and space, still scratching their heads with a smirk, not paying attention to Yan Ruoyu in the second half, and the frequency of joking and talking about stand-up comics decreased significantly.

His witty commentary really weakened the tension of the whole game. Only those who have experienced the scene know that when Yan Ruoyu won ten dancers of different levels in a row, this 1v1 battle has become a defensive battle for him. As long as Yan Ruoyu doesn't lose, the other dancers will challenge him by default.

"It's not fair." Jiang Nuo hugged Yan Ruoyu's vest, more distressed than angry.

Song Zhou is not surprised by this kind of thinking: "Fairness is relative, everyone has the right to challenge Yan Ruoyu, this is their fairness."

Yan Ruoyu won another one, his neck and forehead were covered with sweat, the staff handed him a bottle of mineral water, he drank most of it in one gulp, poured the rest down his head, touched his face and shouted: "Suivant (next person)!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man of his age walked out of the crowd he was facing, wearing a fisherman hat, a blue hooded sweater, overalls and canvas shoes.

"Come on, Yan Ruoyu! Come on!" Jiang Nuo sat cross-legged two or three meters behind Yan Ruoyu and cheered him on. Yan Ruoyu didn't look back, put his hands behind his back, and gestured "OK" to him " gesture.

The music used for the battle was random, but there were only a few famous dance songs. The competition lasted for nearly two hours, and Yan Ruoyu had heard more than half of the music, and had made warm-up or practice background music.

His current opponent probably also has this kind of experience. His movements are coherent and smooth, and every point is very accurate. He is by far the strongest attacker.

Soon, the attacker ended his 90s freestyle.He made full use of his own half of the stage, driving the atmosphere of the crowd on his side.The host played that piece of music repeatedly, and Yan Ruoyu was not stupid enough to win the applause of the host, so he stood on the spot and played several poppin tricks, moving his hands at a fast speed, and just happened to be able to make a pause on the drumbeat , The feeling brought to the audience is more of a technical enjoyment, and it does not bring restlessness in the atmosphere.

The judges were neutral. After one round, one of them abstained, and the other two supported Yan Ruoyu and Attacker respectively. The draw was expected by everyone. There was no time to rest, and the host played a new video. music.

The strength of the two was evenly matched, and there was another draw.The battle situation became more and more anxious, Yan Ruoyu bent down and put his hands on his knees exhausted, Jiang Nuo saw it, couldn't sit still anymore, stood up, waved his hands and shouted at the three judges: "Mustchoose!"

Yan Ruoyu straightened up, turned to look at Jiang Nuo.

The Jiang Nuo in my memory is always quiet and introverted, speaking slowly and in a low voice, taking too much time to think.He had classmates with similar personalities. Those people could write a paper on relativity in English, but they were unwilling to talk about what they bought in the supermarket last night, let alone expose their substandard spoken English in front of the Swiss. .

Yan Ruoyu smiled lightly, thinking that the last time Jiang Nuo got emotional was because of Jiang Shan, he felt that even if he didn't get [-] francs today, it was worth it.

"Mustchoose! Must!" Jiang Nuo stubbornly shouted countless times, forcing the host to negotiate with the judges.A few minutes later, the host announced the revised rules, that is, in the subsequent battle evaluation, the judges no longer have the right to give up, and the dancers will either win or be eliminated.

Yan Ruoyu and the attacker wearing a fisherman's hat stood in the middle of the crowd again, this time they shook hands, and then took three steps back to distance themselves.

Random music comes on, and as soon as the intro orchestra hits, the audience shouts are loud enough to drown out the music.Jiang Nuo didn't understand what happened, but all the spectators twisted their bodies slightly, and even clapped and stamped their feet in the right rhythm.

Yan Ruoyu took a long breath and recognized that the song was a mix of Swiss folk songs.

The challenger added a lot of folk dance steps, and the whole freestyle was not difficult, but the audience was too enthusiastic. After the music ended, there were a few audience members opposite Yan Ruoyu stretched their palms forward and then shook their wrists.

It was a contemptuous and provocative gesture unique to the French region. Yan Ruoyu understood it, but did not feel angry.

The song must be random, it can only be said that he was unlucky to come across this song.He didn't have much desire to win, and his physical strength was exhausted, so losing like this wouldn't be a shame.

He didn't want to dance anymore, he just waited for the audience to calm down and abstained directly, and a voice came out of the unanimous celebration as if trying to survive -

"Notfair! (It's not fair)"

A Jiang Nuo louder than more than 100 Swiss: "Thissong! Notfair!"

The Swiss are famous for their quality, and they quickly calmed down. A hundred pairs of red, green, brown, and blue eyes looked at Yan Ruoyu's long black-haired companion.

The Swiss is also reasonable, the host asked him: "What do you want?"

Jiang Nuo pursed her lips, and after two or three seconds of silence, she spoke Chinese with Song Zhou, asking him to help translate her views.He didn't suspect that the appearance of this song was a secret operation, but the style of such a song is too special, which will definitely make the judges' judgment lose their objectivity.

The host explained very politely: "Please don't worry, only one of our judges is from Switzerland, and the other two are from Sweden and Estonia."

"But..." Jiang Nuo's level was limited and he couldn't express it.

The host then proposed: "Maybe we change the song and have another game?"

Jiang Nuo shook his head decisively: "He is very tired."

Yan Ruoyu was just beside him, just lifted up the hem of his clothes to wipe the sweat off his face, wiped his face by the way, then took Jiang Nuo's arm and told him to forget it.

He was indeed tired, but he was quite happy at first, and he was complacent because Jiang Nuo cared about him.

But Jiang Nuo was too competitive, Yan Ruoyu calmed down, thinking that he might be defending himself because of "doing things with money", and felt empty in his heart, thinking that it was unnecessary.

That's what he said to Jiang Nuo: "There's no need, there's really no need—"

Jiang Nuo broke away from his hand without looking back at him, and took a step forward to look directly at the tall host, saying each word slowly, stubbornly, and firmly: "He deserves fairness."

Yan Ruoyu's hand stopped in the air for a long time before he retracted it.

The host could not deny the rationality of Jiang Nuo's appeal, and stepped back: "What do you want?"

"You play a remix of local folk songs, and we also use a remix of Chinese folk songs, how about it?"

Song Zhou interjected before the translation and asked Jiang Nuo, "Do you have ready-made songs?"

Jiang Nuo didn't answer directly: "You ask him first if this is okay."

Song Zhou translated Jiang Nuo's words to the host. The host nodded. He went back to the stage and behind the scenes to discuss with the judges and staff. After obtaining approval, he launched a voting skill and asked the audience and contestants whether they would accept it or not. There were only a few people who raised their hands against it, and a few of them saw that they were in the minority, so they put it down silently.

"OK." The host waved to Jiang Nuo, meaning to let him play the music. Jiang Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to cheer Yan Ruoyu up, when he turned around and stared at his back. After a long time, Yan Ruoyu's eyes turned red.

Jiang Nuo didn't have time to talk to Yan Ruoyu in detail, so he took out his phone and opened an electronic music synthesizer app.It is a pad mobile phone software that he programmed himself. There are many small squares on it, and each square corresponds to a tone and phrase. From drums to stringed instruments, there are everything from ancient and modern Chinese and foreign.

Yan Ruoyu was stunned, and then realized that Jiang Nuo's intention was to play DJs for him live and mix songs live.

"Remember this drumbeat," Jiang Nuo played a section of the drumbeat for him, "It's too late to listen to that ancient style music for you, but the drumbeat is the repetition of this section, and it won't change."

He asked Yan Ruoyu: "Do you remember?"

Yan Ruoyu still looked distraught, Jiang Nuo was in a hurry, and raised his arms around his neck from behind to draw the distance between the two of them closer, pressing his forehead against his forehead, and said urgently in a low voice: "Yan Ruoyu!"

Yan Ruoyu's eyelashes fluttered.

"You can't lose like this, you—" he couldn't find any words to echo the Chinese context, and said to Yan Ruoyu in English, "You deserve fairness."

"...I have never encountered such a situation." Yan Ruoyu told Jiang Nuo the truth, he had no idea at all.

"That's because you didn't meet me before, but now you finally meet me. Where's your toughness?"

This sentence was first said by Yan Ruoyu to him, and now he brought it up again, Yan Ruoyu was taken aback for a moment and then laughed, and he relaxed.

"Yes, let go, just dance later." Jiang Nuo also smiled, and at the same time felt Yan Ruoyu's full trust - he let himself hold the back of the neck, which is the most vulnerable part of a person place.

Jiang Nuo's five fingers suddenly exerted force, slightly sinking into Yan Ruoyu's flesh. Yan Ruoyu's muscles were stiff even though he was obedient, and he was still tense and stressed.

"Yan Ruoyu..." Jiang Nuo called his name, which was supposed to help him soothe him, but his fingers gradually increased, and he asked almost persuasively, "Do you believe me?"

Yan Ruoyu desperately felt peace in the real pain.Everything in the world was pitch white, and only he and Jiang Nuo were left with the same mind.

He blurted out: "I believe."

Jiang Nuo let go of his hand immediately.

The moment he turned around and rushed towards the music equipment, he closed his eyes and opened them again, as if he saw the unchangeable past.

And he must not allow the same mistakes to happen again, the present that belongs to Yan Ruoyu must continue.