Debut in the C position of the sand sculpture game [Unlimited]

"The final Sangong stage is about to begin! We will adopt the method of team battle. The group that causes more charisma damage to the mentor group will enter the final group sprint. It will last for two days and have two chances to advance! Team No. 1 and the team that challenged them!"

"Shh-"

The red curtain is drawn.

The audience screamed with joy.

Under the golden arch on the left stood four muscular men in tank tops with bronzed skin. They raised their fists and raised their arms: "Hi everyone, we are the Philosophy Team!"

On the right stage stood four men in school uniform wearing white fur vests and British shirts: "Hi everyone, we are watching Team Thunderstorm with you!"

"Music!"

An elegant Irish bagpipe sounded, and the two sides slowly twisted their postures, testing each other, and then the rapid drum beats, and the two sides swayed rapidly!

The two philosophical brothers in front twisted and turned passively. The two quickly rushed towards each other, and one was crushed to the ground. Sweat and hormones swayed together, acting like a king of wrestling!

"Wow! This is a man!"

The audience and instructors applauded again and again.

The Thunderstorm team, which is singing bitter love songs, is not to be outdone, and the two quickly launched their tear-jerking skills-under the dreamy spotlight, the stage was filled with drizzle and pink bubbles, coupled with the painful singing of the team members: " The person who loves you the most is me, how can you bear to make me sad~~"

Everyone took out tissues and wiped their tears silently: "Well, it's so touching!"

The brothers activated their skills again: "Brother, pat your belly!"

The thunderstorm team followed closely behind: "The fairy man sprinkles flowers!"

......

In the end, the Thunderstorm team conquered the judges with a touching fairy stage and won the competition.

The audience was also immersed in the atmosphere of mixed joy and sorrow, laughing and crying for a while.

Xiaopang cried out all his make-up: "You sing so beautifully, woohoo."

Squinting eyes with noodle tears: "It reminds me of that sad past QAQ"

Nan Yi sighed secretly, took out the wrapping paper from his pocket: "Wipe it off."

"Thank you." The two of them were still choking after wiping the tissues.

"241..." Nan Yi murmured unconsciously.

Xiaopang and squinted his eyes and tilted his head: "?"

Nan Yi paused: "Oh, I mean that strong man patted 241's belly."

Xiaopang and squinting eyes continued to be confused: "Why are you counting this?"

Nan said blankly: "... counting and playing."

Xiaopang and squinting eyes: Is there another way to play?

One group after another group of immortals fight, the audience and mentors have gone crazy.Nan Yi's expression was as calm as usual, his sitting posture was upright, but the hand on his knee had been clenched tightly since the beginning of the match.

"Let's invite the No. 20 team!"

Like the horn of a battlefield charge.

It's their turn.

The four of them changed into the script costumes that Lu Zhu must perform before the game.

Nan followed behind Lu Zhu calmly, but spread his hands, palms were covered with cold sweat.

Lu Zhu in front seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he paused: "Naiyi, don't be nervous. You can still win without being passive."

Squinted eyes and Xiaopang behind scratched their heads, he was so nervous.

Lu Zhu's pre-match script kicked off - Animal Forest.

The day before the competition, the thin-skinned Nan Yi refused to participate in the performance, but Lu Zhu told him to stand still and act as a tree, and leave the rest to him.

So Professor Nan stood in place with a green leaf all over his body, expressionless.

Radio narration: "Once upon a time, there was a century-old tree in the forest, which was lonely for a hundred years, until one day, it met a woodpecker."

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful man in white clothes with a bird's head descended from the sky.

Followed by two wild boar followers.

Nan Yi: "..."

The fans reveled: "It's knocked! It's knocked!"

......

At the end of the performance, the lights in all directions shone obliquely, and the broadcast sounded.

"Everyone, is there anyone who wants to battle the No. 20 team!"

The contestants rushed to raise their hands.

"Me, me, me! The difference in appearance in this group is too great. 2333 two high pierces the sky, and two low pierces the center of the earth."

"Me! Haha I laughed so hard, why are there still two crooked melons and cracked dates?"

"This group collects rags, haha!"

The four of them were sprayed all over in a circle, squinting eyes and Xiaopang finally stood up to Sangong, their expectant eyes dimmed, and forced a smile.

Lu Zhu's eyes darkened slightly, and he was about to speak.

"enough."

A clear and firm voice sounded.

Everyone shut up in surprise, looking for their reputation——

Under the golden light, Nan Yi was wearing a light-colored sweater, and the shallow eyes on her plain face gleamed like clean jade shining in the sun.

"Hi everyone, as everyone said, we are a team that picks up junk. If you want to challenge, just raise your hand. But," Nan paused, his eyes glanced lightly at the audience, and he secretly pinched the corner of his clothes, "Everyone has The right to be on stage."

Xiaopang and squinted eyes got into the truck, choked up: "Thank you, Nan Yi, although I don't know when our team name was changed to Picking up Rugs, aren't we called the resident harem group?"

In the end, due to too many challengers, the opponent was determined to be a primary school team according to the numbering sequence system.

"Showtime!" Nan Yi closed his eyes and touched the USB flash drive in his trouser pocket.

The stage lights twirled crazily, and Korean pop hits sounded.

Under the golden arch on the left, Nan Yi and Lu Zhu were side by side in the front row. Although Nan Yi was expressionless, he did the splits quickly and steadily, with a dolphin sound brewing from his lips;

Lu Zhu performed his handstand trick, kicking his legs and spinning in circles, the audience exploded, and the sound waves doubled.

At the same time, Lu Zhu's passivity of being disgusted by others is also automatically activated-as long as he performs in a team with boys, he can create new audience NPCs out of thin air.The better he dances, the more audiences he creates.

Referred to as active atmosphere little expert.

But the trick is that his charm attack on the mentor will also be distributed to the audience, resulting in a greatly reduced attack power.

Also known as Teamfight Terminator!

And the chubby behind him seemed to be a different person, with a confident smile, neat movements, holding a fan, and twisting the old grandma's square dance that he is best at. , twitch the spinning top that Grandpa Square loves most.

The instructors' eyes lit up and they all stood up and applauded.

"Whoa-"

On the other side of the stage, the curtain opened, and four little boys about eleven or twelve years old in overalls were doing radio gymnastics in unison with the music, dancing their youth!

The grass on the wall and the audience were infected, and they also shook.

"Grandpa's youth is back!"

"nice!"

"Mentor No. [-] was hit by the youthful light wave of the elementary school team and is about to explode!"

......

Seeing that the charm attack of the primary school team keeps rising, while Lu Zhu's attack can only hit half of the instructor's body, Xiaopang's heart tightens, and he takes the lead in passively: "Ghostface attack!"

That is to designate the other person to do the same ugly face movement as yourself, commonly known as the same death.

The chubby round face was wrinkled into a Goubuli bun, and at the same time, the most handsome student's white and tender face was also wrinkled into a melon skin.

The audience burst into laughter: "Wow, the little handsome guy can make funny faces!"

Fatty: "???"

Squinting Eyes then activated his skills - the audience focused on one person for 5 seconds, with a 20-second cd. He used it on Nan Yi and Lu Zhu, and his charm attack increased again and again.

The elementary school students were angry.

"The head teacher's stare!" A primary school student stretched out his hand and shouted.

Immediately afterwards, Nan Yi and the other four had conversations in their minds.

"Please recite the first sentence of the water tune song!"

The four of them froze.

Nan Yi was the first to react, splitting his arms and saying: "When will the bright moon come, take the wine..."

At the same moment, three other voices came.

Fatty: "When will the bright moon come? The stars in the sky can be seen in the Big Dipper! Hey!" Squinting his eyes: "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is probably frost on the ground?"

Lu Zhu: "Azure is waiting for Misty Rain, and I'm waiting for the courier."

Three illiterates fell to the ground at the same time.

Nan Yi still stood on the front line unhurriedly, facing the four generals with the help of his teammates' eyes.

Another primary school student had just finished the white crane spreading its wings and shouted: "Olympiad attack!"

The Olympiad problem rang in Nan Yi's mind: "A and B walked towards each other from two places at the same time. After 4 hours, they met at a distance of 4 kilometers from the midpoint. A is faster than B. How many kilometers is A faster than B per hour? ?”

Without thinking, Nan Yi said, "2 kilometers."

"What is the fourth power of 132?"

With a kick of Nan Yi's long legs, he made another perfect horizontal chop, and said lightly, "303595776."

The audience stared blankly.

"Fuck, this damn is a top student!"

"Ah, my house is the best!"

"A schoolmaster who can't do splits is not a good idol! Handsome!"

Xiaopang and squinting eyes filled with tears, what kind of fairy teammates are they!

The elementary school students gritted their teeth secretly, and the most handsome one pouted dissatisfiedly: "Idol attack!"

Nan Yi thought again: "Please name a popular boy group idol!"

Nan Yi was taken aback for a moment, thought for a moment, and raised his eyes.

"Einstein."

"Beep—recognition error!"

The tattered group was defeated.

The four of them pushed open the door of the venue, the night wind was cold, and there were very few people on the street.

Lu Zhu kicked the stones on the ground: "I am asked to memorize such a difficult ancient poem, how can I answer it!"

Xiaopang bit his lip: "Blame me, my performance was so bad, I dragged you down."

With tears in his eyes, he said, "No, no, no, I'm sorry, I'm very grateful that you can give me the opportunity to be on stage, woohoo."

"..."

"Oh, blame me. If it ends up..." Nan Yi sighed, but quickly regained his composure, "We have another chance tomorrow night."

Lu Zhu patted everyone on the shoulder: "We still have 16 hours to prepare!"

Xiaopang and Mimi looked at each other, sucked their noses: "Thank you for giving me and Mimi this opportunity, we thought we were lucky to be on stage, but because of this, I have to work harder for the team, everyone Let's practice together!"

Squinting eyes: "Go all out!"

Nan nodded, his eyes were clear: "Come on."

Lu Zhu: "Damn!"

When they came to the empty practice room, the four of them analyzed the reasons for the failure of the stage, from teamwork to skill combinations, such as the head teacher's gaze just now. In fact, as long as one person in the team knows it, everyone can pass the level by cooperating with each other.For another example, the clever Professor Nan pointed out that the passive skills of the three of them can be used together.

After the four rehearsed their moves, skill convergence, and individual parts, it was already 2:[-] in the middle of the night.

Xiaopang and Squint were a little sleepy, coupled with the high-intensity stage overdraft, the two stretched to the limit, so they lay down on the floor, covered with clothes, and fell asleep.

Nan Yi quietly closed the door and went to another room to practice the unfinished dance, with Lu Zhu lazily following behind.

Outside the window, the night is lonely and the moon is snowing.

Nan Yi turned on the wall lamp and walked to the center: "You've almost finished practicing, go and rest too."

Lu Zhu leaned against the door and crossed his chest: "We sleep on weekdays, and you practice like this alone?"

Nan lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling: "Yes."

He didn't explain, but in fact, he was too reserved at the beginning, unable to let go of dancing and singing in front of everyone, coupled with the slow start, he could only practice his part silently.Although the USB flash drive gave him two abilities, to maintain these two abilities for a long time still requires solid basic skills, physical strength, balance, and so on.

Lu Zhu walked in step by step with long legs: "It's amazing, let me be your only audience today."

Nan Yi said coldly: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Lu Zhu sat down in front of Nan Yi, propped his chin, and smiled: "Nai Yi, you practice by yourself, how do you know if you practice well, you just treat me as a tool for you to judge."

He can't say it, he just wants to see it!

Nan Yi hesitated for a while, turned around, and said lightly, "It's up to you."

Nan Yi ordered himself to ignore the tool man behind him, retracted his waist and raised his head, stretched out his arms, slid his slender legs, and began to practice the warm-up exercises for stretching muscles taught by his instructor.

Lu Zhu's black eyes were dark, and he looked at Nan Yi's thin and stubborn back without blinking. His neck was like a swan, his waist was narrow and his legs were long. The stock is humble and calm, which is palpitating.

Lu Zhu got up and walked south.

"90 degrees."

The silence was broken, and Nan Yi came back to his senses: "?"

Lu Zhu approached and tapped his leg lightly, like a feather passing by: "Niyi, your knees should be at 90 degrees, otherwise you're just paddling."

It was the first time to be taught by a man at such a close distance. The restrained Nan Yi's brain was suffocated for a moment, and he wanted to resist instinctively, but after another thought, it was really not easy for the novice village dance king to sacrifice his sleep time to guide him.

After Nan Yi finished his movements, he sincerely said, "Thank you."

Lu Zhu sat down again, his black eyes flickered slightly: "What is this, you have been with me..."

Nan Yi was taken aback: "What?"

"It's nothing." Lu Zhu glanced out the snowy window, and changed the topic, "It's almost dawn, my wife—the head of the regiment, Husband Quanmin is very fond of fans."

Nan Yi's eyes froze: "Who is the head of your wife group!"