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The treatment of Class A and Class B is really different.

Even the practice time is different.

Elsewhere it is morning, they are night.

At ten o'clock that night, Henry, who received the notification, and about fifty teenagers and girls in casual clothes, led by Jian Liang, stepped onto the tower elevator.

Unexpectedly, Qian Yu was among them, along with another second-class boy.

Seeing Henry, Qian Yu snorted, turned to talk to the other man.

The elevator is spacious enough to carry more than [-] people without being crowded.But there is only a small dim light in the elevator car, it feels dark and overweight, which really makes people nervous.

A black-haired boy—more than [-]% of the people here have black hair—suddenly his legs gave way, and he leaned against the elevator wall, clutching his chest, showing discomfort.

"Jin Lin?" Jian Liang noticed, walked over and touched the other's forehead, "This time you are leading the dance. Are you okay?"

Jin Lin nodded, still a little uneasy.

Henry also froze a little because of the sudden ascent of the elevator, and he paused for breath.

"Don't be afraid. Don't be nervous." The brunette girl next to her whispered.

Henry looked at the girl, her eyes were golden green, very clear, and her skin was as white and smooth as milk.

Seeing Henry looking at herself, the girl smiled and said, "We have been going up and down in this elevator for three months, but every time the elevator door closes, we still can't help being nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Henry said, giving the other party a sunny smile, "Thank you. My name is Henry."

Looking at Henry's innocent and confident smiling face, the girl couldn't help showing a smile: "Mattikainon."

"Where are we going?" Henry asked softly.

"Dance practice room." Mattie Kenon also replied in a low voice, "You'd better learn to dance the sacrifice quickly. The celebration will be in a month. It's best to be on stage, and then you can debut as a star."

"What are you celebrating?"

"The 72nd birthday of the owner of Yongle Palace. This is the most solemn birthday celebration in history."

Henry didn't quite understand why it was necessary to hold a grand ceremony only at the age of "72".But he was very sensitive to capture that this number must have a deep meaning.

In other words, the owner of Yongle Palace must do things before and after the celebration.

Ask if you don't understand, he immediately contacted Zhang Xian in his mind: "Zhang Xian, Zhang Xian, what's wrong with being 72 years old..."

Henry paused the link.

The line between him and Zhang Xian is like building a bridge between two small islands on a calm sea.

But just now, something touched the bridge pillar, causing the bridge to tremble slightly.

That thing was soundless and invisible, and even there were only slight waves on the sea surface, which was no different from normal.

- There is interference energy!

Henry's "spiritual tentacles" immediately "erected".

"Don't be nervous, we'll be there soon." Mattikanon found Henry a little stiff again.

"No, no, I'm not nervous, I'm really not nervous." Henry said, "I'm a little excited." The abnormal energy appeared, and it was one step closer to the truth of this world.

Mattikanon thought that Henry was excited because he was able to perform dances at important celebrations, so he encouraged: "Practice hard, it doesn't matter if you work hard, you will definitely be selected if you have the opportunity." Only the first class can dance, but Not all A-class teenagers can be on stage.

"Is there anything I should pay attention to?" Henry asked humbly.

Mattie Kanon hesitated for a moment before saying, "Don't be nervous."

This is the third time she has said it.

"Shh-"

The elevator stopped at No.40 dance studio on the ninth floor.

The boys and girls went to change their clothes first.

They didn't wear simple white robes, nor did they wear those retro costumes, but ballet practice clothes, the kind that exposed limbs and a large back.

The fabric wraps tightly around the torso so that any fat is exposed and any physical flaws are magnified.

Fortunately, these boys and girls are in excellent shape, and no one is embarrassed.

They looked at Henry openly and secretly, and found that Henry couldn't find any problems:

The shoulders are flat, the waist is fat-free and flexible, and the limbs are slender and straight.When walking in soft-soled cloth shoes, the gait is light and vigorous, like a dexterous big cat.

24 teenagers and 24 girls, a total of 48 people, formed a phalanx and practiced the sacrificial dance.

Although they are all first-class, they are only qualified to dance the sacrificial dance.

Among these people, half of them will be selected at the last moment to officially appear on stage.

Jin Lin, who was leaning against the elevator wall just now, stood at the front of the phalanx and acted as the lead dancer.

Henry, Qian Yu, and the young man named Zhu Wenye were not rushed into the phalanx, but were taken out to one side for the three of them to observe on the spot.

There was a place vacant in the phalanx, which was originally Ning Xiaochi's place.

The dancers knew that Ning Xiaochi had a sudden illness and was recuperating in isolation.

Seeing three new faces joining, they also knew that Ning Xiaochi might not be able to come back for a while, and these people were candidates.

In the corner of the dance studio, there were several tutors standing.Seeing that everyone was already in place, one of them pressed the play button on the stereo.

Immediately, a long horn sounded from the speakers hanging from the ceiling.

A long and vast atmosphere rushed over.

Jin Lin's eyes froze immediately, and he raised one hand high.

Immediately afterwards, the soothing sound of the piano sounded, and under the leadership of Jin Lin, everyone slowly stretched their arms and twisted their waists.

Pairs of slender white arms danced upwards, one after another, like water plants and waves.

"Da, da" suddenly the drum sounded.

Everyone was already prepared, kicking and stomping in unison.

And in this continuous drumbeat, the formation began to change.

The movements are slow and fast, and the positions are dazzling. Sometimes they are scattered like fireworks, and sometimes they gather like buds.

A variety of difficult movements are mixed, including cloud steps and flying feet, as well as lifts and side waists, as well as Battement Frappe and Rond De Jambe En Lair, rock steps and mechanical steps.

All in all, it is...a hodgepodge of innovative dance moves, but also strangely harmonious because of the music.

Henry watched seriously, Qian Yu couldn't wait to engrave everything into his mind, and Zhu Wenye was equally serious.

The three of them memorized by heart while shaking their bodies following the rhythm.

left - right - left - right -

Henry paused suddenly, as if he lost his mind for a short moment.

The music has changed a lot without knowing it. The sounds of the qin, drums and other pipes and flutes are combined, and they are half a note lower than before, creating an inexplicable oppression.

The rhythm seemed to be alive, breathing in and out, pulling their bodies to sway accordingly, like marionettes.

Looking at the dancers again, the dancing postures are uniform, and it is no longer "weird harmony". The arcs of the corners of everyone's mouths are exactly the same!

"Is this too preoccupied? No, it's not normal!"

Henry was taken aback, but this scene was not enough to frighten him, it was just pure surprise.

While continuing to make swinging movements, he looked at Jian Liang and those teachers.

None of those people showed any signs of being affected, and they still had serious faces, examining everyone's dancing posture.And write a few words on the file board folder every now and then.

Where he can't see, there are also people who pay attention silently.

It took a full 10 minutes to dance a sacrificial dance, which was a test of physical strength.

The dancer panted and went to rest by the wall, sweat dripped on the floor and seeped slightly.Immediately a cleaning crew went over to clean it up.

A male teacher with shawl hair walked towards Henry and the others and asked, "How much do you remember?"

Without waiting for the three people to answer, he said again: "Go and have a look."

The teacher raised his chin slightly, signaling them to walk to the center of the dance practice room: "Keep dancing, it doesn't matter if you forget in the middle."

"I won't forget."

"I won't forget."

Two voices sounded simultaneously.

Henry looked at Qian Yu, who showed a provocative look.

So Henry returned with a big smile - Ji Wu made it clear that there was a problem, of course he had to work hard to squeeze out Qian Yu and Zhu Wenye, he took the risk himself!

For the system, it is not very difficult to copy dance steps, is it?

Zhu Wenye was only trying to remember the dance steps, and didn't pay attention to the undercurrent between the two. When he heard the sound of the horn, he slowly raised his arms.

"one two three four……"

"Turn around, take a step, raise your hand..."

"What's next? Is it going to be a half-spin or a full-spin, left or right? And then..."

Zhu Wenye's memory is not very clear, he is disappointed in himself, his level is like this, his future seems to be determined.

He is not as good-looking as Qian Yu, nor as cute as Henry, and his results in various assessments are not outstanding. I don't know why Jian Liang put him in the first class as a candidate.

Maybe it was just a formality, he was just running with him, but in fact there was no need to fight so hard.

But what if he has some advantages that even he doesn't understand?

If he doesn't work hard now, when will he wait for another chance to become famous?

"Now...can't give up!"

Zhu Wenye's eyes suddenly turned sharp.

The next moment, he closed his eyes.

——It doesn't matter if you forget the action, he fills it with imagination!

Zhu Wenye's whole demeanor changed. He followed the beat of the music, captured the joy, anger, sorrow and joy in the music, spinning and jumping.

He felt the music calling him, and he answered the call.

He felt that the music was expecting him, and he embraced the expectation.

Gradually, Zhu Wenye felt that he was a note, rising and falling on the staff, and he was a sound wave, coming and going like the wind in the dance practice room, free and easy.

He trembled and shed tears because of the sadness of the music, and smiled because of the joy of the music...

The teachers who had been staring at Henry and Qian Yu noticed the change in Zhu Wenye, and all looked sideways.

Qian Yu, who was originally complacent, couldn't help but gritted her teeth and cursed secretly.

——Zhu Wenye actually hid a hand!

——I can't admit defeat!

Qian Yu's brain was running at high speed, trying desperately to recall Ji Wu's movements—movement alone is not enough.

A dance without emotion is nothing more than a human ppt.

He not only has to do every movement in place, but also adds his own insights to infuse emotions into the dance.

The sacrificial dance is definitely a sacrificial dance.

The music is solemn and grand, and the sacrificial ceremony must be solemn and grand.

The music is full of anticipation and dedication, and the sacrificer must devote himself wholeheartedly.

He is a fanatic, he wants to offer his body and soul together, leaving no room for anything, allowing the master of the sacrifice to reap at will, and he will enjoy the attention of everyone in this sacrificial sacrifice, enjoy Supreme glory.

He was ecstatic and satisfied because of such glory, and gained the height of spirit and flesh | Three Dynasties!

"Yes, that's how it feels!"

Qian Yu couldn't tell whether it was imagination or reality, his soul seemed to be called, and his whole body was trembling with excitement.

Dancing to the music, his dancing posture is full of passion, extremely hot, but with a trace of compassionate innocence in the debauchery, it is really pure and owed.

Among the young dancers watching, there was a small sound of breathing.

Although the movements are not standard, and even more than half of them are freely displayed, they are full of emotions and fully devoted. Compared with ordinary dancers, they are more in line with the factors of sacrifice dance-sacrifice, trust, and dedication.

No one expected that these two candidate boys would be so outstanding.

The rhythm of the music became more and more intensive, and the pressure penetrated into every pore. They were short of breath, and they all felt tense and anxious.

The sound of the drums seemed to hit the heart of the person, one after another, making the heart beat with the beat, and the blood pulsed.

"Huh...huh..."

Jin Lin was sweating profusely and clutched his chest, as if that would calm his heart down.

He watched in panic as the dancers gradually swayed to the beat of the music, with uniform smiles on the corners of their mouths.

The uniform, smiling face suddenly shed patches of black blood from the mouth.

The blood dripped down his chin, and turned into countless small black bugs in mid-air, buzzing and flying.

Jin Lin couldn't restrain himself from shouting: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh——"

The author has something to say: I don’t know how the name Mattie Kanon came about, it’s weird

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