dance dance let me up

"Wow!!!" Quan Yang's expression was completely out of control, he stroked his arms and hugged himself tightly, taking a deep breath.

He backed away, stepped forward again, organized his words for a long time, and finally just kept laughing.

At this time, there were screams everywhere.

"Ahhhh!"

"Damn it, goosebumps!"

"It's bloody! It's terrifying!"

"Where did the great gods come from!"

The piano music dances into a dark wind, the body is full of coordination and rhythm, the foundation is absolutely perfect, and there are no repeated moves from beginning to end.

The most unbelievable thing is that during the 20-second fighting dance time, you can actually make up a plot!

Awesome!

The boy jumped too clearly.

Zombie Parade.

Hunting out.

Then to hunt and kill.

Restoration of humanity until the moment before final death.

Not only is there a plot, but the timing is just right.

[Severe head] There was no time-delaying action in the second before the ground, as if I had thoroughly studied the music note by note.

Absolutely at your fingertips.

Those who noticed the change in the expression on the boy's face felt that in that short period of time, they had read a short story with the title... "Life of a Zombie"?

Do you believe it?

The mixed piano hip-hop music can jump out of the zombies, so evil!

The whistle sounded for the first time.

Others were applauding.

Quan Yang grinned silly, still rubbing his arm.

At this time, a figure broke into Quan Yang's field of vision.

There is no rest.

This is fighting dance!

You give up and we jump!

Milie came on stage and started jumping.

It is still open and close, street dance with traces of ballet.

His legs were stretched wide, and his feet were fairly steady. He raised his hands and feet, and his limbs stretched amazingly, as if he saw the shining light of the prince.

The dance is not bad.

This personal style is also easy to accept.

And this is the correct way to open this music, it should be more suitable...

But everyone has an indescribable feeling, as if they owe a little, neat and tidy, and there is no shortage of skills, but they are too regular, and they lack the bohemian spirit of hip-hop.

Can't knock on the door of my heart.

In such a comparison, Du Yu, who danced the piano music into a dark wind, has a very big brain hole.

And wearing white clothes, can also perform so well, it is simply amazing!

The music stops.

The dance is over.

There was lively discussion in the players' bench.

"Wonderful!"

"Accident!"

"I really like the one in front, what's his name?"

"Du Ye."

"Venom? It's really poisonous!"

Quan Yang held the bracelet in his hand and looked at the two people standing in front of him, with a troubled expression on his face.

Undoubtedly, he also prefers Du Ye's impromptu dance, especially in the fighting dance, you can see too many things, such as the basic skills of the contestants, music literacy, mastery of skills, and judgment and combination of music.

Nothing, Du Ye is not good.

When dancing, the natural expression is too strong.

Up to now, only Du Ye was lying on the ground and staring at himself in Quanyang's mind.

His eyes fell on Milie's face again. This person was the "excellent young dancer" mentioned by the director team before the recording of the show.

In other words, this person deserves to make the cut.

He is just a guest, there is no need to confront the program group, who knows if there is any capital shadow behind Mi Lie.

So after several struggles, Quanyang handed the bracelet to Milie.

Milie's eyes lit up, and he happily took the bracelet, not forgetting to take a look at Du Ye and demonstrate.

There was an uproar in the circle of the contestants, and everyone looked at each other, and everyone lost the ability to speak for a moment.

Who is this fooling?

Everyone is professional, can't you tell who dances well and who dances badly?

Don't be so arrogant, okay?

Mi Lie was always self-confident. He turned around and smiled at Du Ye with the bracelet in his hand, and said, "Student, I'm sorry."

After the dance, the young man who stood quietly had a different kind of obedience, his thick bangs blocked the emotions in his eyes, he was weak and helpless.

Baron Gaga couldn't help shouting: "Captain, he dances really well!"

Bboy Zhou Zhou also said: "Not bad, not bad."

Brother Quan said two seconds late: "Give him the bracelet!"

Quan Yang originally looked at Du Ye expressionlessly, but at this moment he suddenly smiled, took the little bracelet left from his hand, and put his hands in front of Du Ye.

He smiled flatteringly and said, "Of course, of course! The sword is given to heroes, and the bracelet is given to geniuses! Wow, your dance is really terrible, I still remember it now! I give you the bracelet, you must join my team ah!"

Du Ye smiled and took the bracelet.

Quan Yang found that Du Ye didn't have too many emotional changes from the beginning to the end. He stood there quietly, with an air of confidence, as if he was sure from the beginning that he would never lose.

Looks really young.

The typhoon is not generally stable.

When Quan Yang was judging this young man in his heart, who knew that Du Ye took the bracelet, turned to look at Mi Lie, and smiled: "Senior, what are you embarrassed about?"

"..." Milie couldn't even speak in anger, how could anyone poke the wound on purpose!

Arrogant!

Quan Yang stared blankly at the scene in front of him, a little uncertain about the boy's temper.

Only then did he feel that he was stable enough, so he was young and on the bar?

But how to say, don't hate it!

A capable person, even if he is a little arrogant, is still liked.

Quan Yang did not expect that there would be such an interesting contestant on his stage, and the inexplicable contradictory character was simply eye-catching.

Perhaps...the director team miscalculated who is the representative of the new generation.

Milie returned to the player's bench angrily, and the joy of successfully advancing was no longer visible on his face.

On the way back, Du Ye still had someone whistle to him. He saw Zhou Zhou smiling at him in front of him and raising his palm.

"Clap" sound.

Du Ye gave him a high five.

He will fight back against those who attack him, and he will remember those who help him.

Although he knew from the beginning that he would never be eliminated in this session, the others didn't know that those who helped him at that moment were all sincere.

Zhou Zhou asked him, "Is this dance choreographed now?"

"Yes." Du Ye nodded.

"The dark style is rarely used for fighting dances."

"If you dance well, you can fight anything."

Zhou Zhou looked sideways, "Are you quite arrogant?"

Du Ye smiled without saying a word.

Du Ye didn't plan to stay here for too long. He nodded to Zhou Zhou, walked around Baron Gaga, avoided the tracks and wires on the ground, turned around and went backstage.

Passing center stage, he glanced north involuntarily.

The stage over there is playing traditional funk music dance music, which is very common lock dance music.Lock dance relies on the changing movements of the arms and fingers, and can make all kinds of dazzling little tricks, and then pause at the moment of the music beat.

Big pauses and small pauses make the dancers seem to be "locked", so it is called lock dance.

Just now Du Ye's "Zombie Out of the Cage" danced the main lock dance, the secondary hip-hop dance, and interspersed with shock dance and electric current.

At his current level, it is already difficult to clearly distinguish these dances, especially in the battle dance session, he can dance whatever he thinks of, these dance moves have long been engraved in his soul, and he can use them freely.

The 20-second jump is still full of meaning, except for a little panting at the end of the moment, and now I don't even sweat.

But finally got the bracelet.

Du Ye returned to the backstage. There was no one there, only the players' backpacks were placed on the seats with backrests arranged in pieces.

He walked back, almost to the end, before he found his own seat and the black backpack.

Unzipped the zipper and took out the phone from inside.

Du Ye called his parents separately.

Both parents are at work at the moment, and there is the roar of machinery behind my father. He is a worker in a steel factory, and he basically uses roaring to speak, opening his mouth and shouting: "How is the game?"

His mother is a dance teacher. Du Ye's dancing talent is completely inherited from his mother, listening to his mother's soft words in his ear: "I knew you would definitely be able to enter the audition, so I didn't worry about it at the beginning. Mom will send you Video, show mom your bracelet."

Du Ye hung up the phone in a good mood.

Parents will be fine in the next few years, safe and happy, without any regrets.

But Du Ye still missed them and wanted to hear their voices.

After finishing all this, Du Ye put the phone back in his backpack and went to the bathroom.

There are many people in the arena, and the hygiene of the bathroom is difficult, so it is naturally not clean.

Du Ye didn't pay much attention, so he stood by the pool, unzipped his pants chain, and the water squeaked.

At this time, the curtain of the toilet door was lifted, and the little fat man who had met before rushed in with a flushed face.

He rushed straight to the squatting toilet, opened the door and took a look, and yelled strangely: "Why is there no paper!"

In desperation, he let out a series of loud farts, and ran out with his buttocks between his legs.

Du Ye rubbed his nose, and while pulling up the zipper, he said softly, "It's quite particular, even if you fart, you come to the toilet."

The little fat man who ran to the door staggered and turned to look at Du Ye shyly and angrily.

Du Ye grinned.

The little fat man suddenly realized, and pointed at Du Ye's nose: "You, you, you, wait for me to finish pulling!"

When Du Ye walked out of the bathroom, the little fat man had already disappeared. Of course, Du Ye would not wait for him, and walked slowly towards the front desk, flicking the bright yellow bracelet on his wrist.

Sudden.

Du Ye stood on both feet, and the bracelet stopped in the air in a locked way.

He looked at Sheng Yao who was walking towards him, his pupils trembled.

Sheng Yao was still wearing that flamboyant "bling suit". The microphone was pinned to his neckline, and it was a mass of gray fluff.

The man should have danced just now, and he was panting slightly. Sweat flowed down his cheeks and onto his neck, spreading out a silver film of light, rolling, and winding into his collar.

Sheng Yao walked straight, without looking sideways, and passed Du Ye who was standing stiffly.

At the moment when the temperature hit, Du Ye took a deep, deep breath.

The familiar and hot smell overwhelmed him, surrounding him.

Ecstasy!

Sheng Yao's ears were sharp, and he could not be heard Du Ye's breathing, so he stopped and looked at him in confusion.

Du Ye looked at those vigilant eyes, pointed at the little fat man running over expressionlessly and said, "He just farted a lot in the toilet."

The little fat man was suddenly thrown down by a big pot, his face changed, and he cried out in grief and anger, "I don't care, I don't fart in the toilet!"

Sheng Yao: "???"