Returning to the top of the men's team draft

There was an uproar.

Min Yi's face was full of excitement after hearing the name, and he wished to stand up and applaud immediately, so that Mu Xun could go up quickly.

He shouted in his heart: Fuck them!Show them how awesome you are!

But most people are still unfamiliar with Mu Xun.Now there are more than 100 people here, and everyone has not been with each other for a long time, so it is not realistic to remember all the names.

"Mu Xun? Who is this?"

"Which class is it? Why don't I have an impression?"

"Do you know anyone, show me?"

Everyone discussed in low voices, and after finding Mu Xun himself, looking at the dusty class F uniform, they couldn't help but start discussing again.

"... from Class F?"

"Isn't this the one who pissed off the teacher before? Can the teacher still be called and his name remembered? I'm a little moved."

"No, this is a battle, can he catch it?"

Everyone was discussing and thinking differently.It's weird and interesting.No matter what, it doesn't hinder them from watching the show.

As for Sheng Ping next to Mu Xun, his entire expression was stiff.Sensing that there was a camera facing him, he had to smile, not to make his expression too ugly.

He was excited to watch, but was suddenly cueed, and Mu Xun was completely dumbfounded.The light hit his body, and it was extremely bright, because he was wearing a hat, which protected him from the impact of the strong light.

Mu Xun was lucky again, he took it with him before going out.

Looking down at the stage, I saw the instructor Huiju standing on it and waving at him. For some reason, Mu Xun could see a little excitement.

"Mu Xun, Mu Xun—"

Under the booing of everyone, Mu Xun got up and walked out of the auditorium.

While walking towards the round platform, the lights hung on him together, moved with his movement, and stopped with his stop.It even made people feel that this person should shine like this. When Mu Xun came to the stage and stood up, it happened to change the music.

The snare drum at the beginning is the first to catch people, setting the tone of the whole song.

Explosive, enthusiastic, cruel, calm.The collision of ice and fire, the entanglement and confrontation between reason and emotion.

It's not good to dance.

This is the first thought in everyone's mind.

On the second thought, this person is afraid that he is going to make a fool of himself.

Sheng Ping thought so too.

Originally, he felt aggrieved because his mentor did not choose him.Hearing this song now, he calmed down again.It seems that the mentor does not want to support Mu Xun, but has other plans.

He leaned his upper body forward slightly, concentrating, intending to appreciate Mu Xun's ugliness.

In the middle of the stage, Mu Xun didn't know what everyone was thinking.

When he stepped onto the stage, he was already fully immersed in it.

freyle, improvisation.

Songs are given randomly, allowing you to freely choreograph according to the beat.Test the dancer's basic skills, adaptability and ability reserve.

Listening to that song, Mu Xun realized that the difficulty was different from the previous ones.

But what does it matter?

Standing here, there is no reason to be timid.

Mu Xun turned the brim of his hat back, the corners of his mouth raised wantonly, then he raised his left hand violently, and slammed it to the side.

Hit out, freeze frame.

"boom--!"

The drums exploded suddenly, full of tension.

Sheng Ping's eyes widened suddenly, and his heart was tightly grasped.

This performance is not easy.

Just such a first action, revealing a few clues, let people draw a not easy conclusion.What about the back?What's next?

Thinking of this, his expression management almost lost control.

Another snare drum sounded.

Press down the center of gravity and step on the point firmly.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom boom.

Joints twist, arms swing, strides are made.

Every movement, every vibration, even every breath, is catering to the beat of the drum.

Not playing to the drumbeat.

Lu Xiuran denied this description.

He looked at Mu Xun on the stage, and silently said in his heart: He has already turned to the guest and let the drum beat cater to him.

Everyone desperately opened their eyes, for fear of missing the clip because of blinking.

As the beat progresses, the movements become faster and faster, the atmosphere becomes more and more tense, and the momentum becomes stronger and stronger.

Music, lights, dancers.

Texture, aura, power.

Everyone was coerced and involved in the battlefield of artistic conception.

The sky is dark and the sky is full of yellow sand.

Gold and iron horses, war drums beating.

The trumpet is sounded, the time of war has come.

Giants mess in.

It waved its arms and swept across the entire battlefield.

Roaring, fighting,

It is unstoppable, invincible and king.

The light swept across the auditorium like a giant's fist, forcing everyone to lean back to avoid its sharp edge.

They wanted to wave, but they were bound so tightly that they couldn't move.

They wanted to scream, but they couldn't make any sound because their necks were tightly strangled.

They wanted to break free, but their minds were locked and restrained, and there was no possibility of resistance at all.

This is crazy.

They hoped that time would be quicker so that this torment would end as soon as possible, and they also hoped that time would slow down so that this shock would never end.

Boom!

The drum beats down, and the sound is finalized.

In the end, the fight was over.

As the show draws to a close, the music slows down.

The battle flag fluttered.

Mu Xun took off his hat and used it as a prop to perform a light hat-trick.

The hat passes through the fingertips and changes lightly between the arms, like a flag flying in the air.

The hat flutters gently and flips slowly, like a telephoto slow motion, every detail is infinitely slowed down.

This scene is so beautiful,

Like a dove spreading its wings, a swan bending its neck.

Min Yi stared blankly at it, watching it swaying in the air, and even forgot to breathe.

The song is over, the hat is off, and the performance is over.

The lung lobes beat rapidly, squeezing the oxygen to circulate.

Mu Xun's chest heaved violently, and his whole body was clamoring for exhaustion.He is really tired. He hasn't recovered from the physical strength he consumed yesterday. He suppressed his physical sensations to perform these dances. The result is...

Cramp, hands and feet are cramping.

Heck.

But that didn't stop him from feeling good.

Cold sweat drenched his clothes. He controlled his expression and movements without showing any abnormalities.

Flipping his fingers to put the hat back on, Mu Xun bowed to everyone and stood there casually, waiting for the next person to come up to challenge.

Under the stage, the trainees looked at each other with amazement and shock in their eyes.

This……

"Is this the level of Class F?"

A trainee expressed everyone's aspirations.

A second ago everyone thought that Mu Xun was going to make a fool of himself, but now they only think that they are going to make a fool of themselves.

With Mu Xun's performance like that, no matter who goes up, it must be almost meaningless.It is inevitable that there will be a feeling of dog tail continuing to mink.

What is afraid of in everything is not contrast, but strong contrast.

Evenly matched can still play a game, but this...

They asked themselves, after they went up, could they do better than Mu Xun?

Only the few in class a can have a fight.

Everyone hesitated, and turned their attention to a few members of Class A, and more to Lu Xiuran.This person just won the C position of the theme song, and his strength is obvious to all.

Lu Xiuran is so powerful, he should be able to defeat Mu Xunba?Everyone couldn't help raising a little anticipation.

Lu Xiuran stared fixedly at Mu Xun above, his eyes full of eagerness to try.Now he is eager to play and compete with Mu Xun.

Mu Xun noticed something, his eyes rolled to meet the opponent, his brows were raised slightly, and he smiled casually.

come up.he said silently.

Lu Xiuran flicked his fingers, and just as he was about to step up, he heard the bell ringing in the hall.

What's going on here?

Everyone, look at me and I look at you, I don't know what's going on.

"Although I can understand everyone's anticipation, it's a pity that the time for this event has come." Huiju picked up the microphone and spoke helplessly, breaking the originally tense atmosphere.

"Do not……"

"We still want to see it."

"Mentor, wait a little longer qwq"

"Because there is a time limit, this event is even more precious. Because there are still arrangements in the future, the battle session ends here." Huiju smiled decently, and complained in her heart.Whoever set the time limit is in hell.

To be honest, she also wanted to continue watching.

What a great atmosphere just now.

The winner c is against the strongest f, this is so interesting.

but……

Huiju glanced at Mu Xun, but nothing showed on her face. "If you still want to battle, the program team will arrange it next time. So—"

The surrounding lights were deflected and all concentrated to a certain point, fully illuminating the person on the stage.

"The winner this time is Mu Xun!"