After rebirth, the high-cold movie king spoils me alone

The rich and passionate music sound was stopped abruptly when the pause button was pressed.

The choreographer looked around and saw that everyone was holding their breath and looking serious, and nodded approvingly, but when his eyes came into contact with a figure in the corner, his expression changed, "Ji Xianwu! How dare you sleep in my class! "

Hearing this violent shout, the boy called Ji Xianwu finally woke up, raised his hand and rubbed his eyes in a daze, and apologized to the choreographer after his eyes cleared: "I'm sorry, teacher, I didn't have a good rest last night."

The captain Hou Huahao sneered when he heard the words, his eyes showed irony, "Youngest, you are the bottom in the regiment, and you still sleep in class. Isn't this holding everyone back?"

"That's right, you were the first to go to bed last night, and the dance teacher rarely came to the company. Your attitude is too perfunctory..." Ji Shen, who was sitting next to Hou Huahao, nodded in agreement.

Ji Shen's tone was "innocent and reasonable", and the choreographer became even more angry when he heard the words, pointing to Ji Xianwu and said, "Come here, show everyone the dance moves I just taught you! If you don't do it right, stay and practice today one day!"

Ji Xianwu got up from the floor procrastinatingly after hearing the words, Hou Huahao and Ji Shen looked at each other: there is a good show to watch.

Seeing that things were getting worse, the youngest Guan Zhen, who had been sitting silently, hurried out to smooth things over:

"Teacher, why don't we just forget about it this time? The youngest seems to be not in good spirits, maybe he is sick. After this class is over, I will teach him well, and I will definitely not hold everyone back."

Hou Huahao saw Guan Zhen's support and glared at him, "Let's say goodbye, third child. If you are willing to teach, you also need some people who are willing to learn. Those who have no talent or strength, won't they be a joke of our group when they come on stage? "

The meaning inside and outside the words are all satirizing Ji Xianwu's mud that can't support the wall.

Guan Zhen frowned, and wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by Ji Xianwu, "Teacher, please play the music, I remember what I just taught."

"Hehe, don't remember it in a dream." Ji Shen curled his lips in disbelief.

Ji Xianwu ignored it and calmly walked to the center of the dance room to stand. The choreographer raised his hand and pressed the play button.

When the music started, Ji Xianwu's sloppy look disappeared instantly, replaced by focused and serious eyes and clean movements.

Raise your hands, bend your waist, lower your legs, do the splits...

Ji Xianwu's dance moves perfectly fit the music, ignoring the rustiness, the whole is already smooth.

The people in the classroom were dumbfounded, and everyone was frightened by his dancing posture.

Yes, it was frightening.

Since Ji Xianwu joined the MIX men's group for the past three months, because he doesn't have any dance foundation, his strength has been at the bottom of the group.

Physical incoordination is the norm. It is absolutely impossible to move smoothly like now.

If you want to make a battle performance table, Ji Xianwu's dancing and singing values ​​must be below [-] points. If you really have something good at it, it's just good looks. After all, he is the face of MIX.

"This kid..." Hou Huahao's expression turned ugly, and he muttered, "Could it be that he secretly practiced behind our backs last night?"

The song ended, and the room was silent.

Ji Xianwu bowed down to salute everyone, and when he raised his body, there was a faint smile on his face. Seeing the choreographer standing still, he blinked in pretended confusion, "Teacher, can I go down?"

The choreographer finally came back to his senses, and let out a low cough to ease the embarrassment: "D-of course."

Ignoring the strange expressions on everyone's faces, Ji Xianwu calmly returned to the corner and sat down.

However, his heart was far from as calm as the expression on his face——

What the hell!

Cool!

Is this what it feels like to slap someone in the face! ?

Compared with the groveling days of the past, this is what a human being should be like in life!

The corners of Ji Xianwu's lips curved slightly invisibly. In his previous life, in order to restore the role of dancer he played, he specially went to learn dance for half a year, but he didn't expect it to come in handy here.

Past life?

Why is it a previous life?

Of course it was because he was reborn.

Ji Xianwu clearly remembers the scene of his death. On his birthday, he won the first actor in his life. He couldn't wait to take this opportunity to confess to the person he likes, but because he was too excited, he didn't notice the red light and the face-to-face Oncoming trucks collide.

As a result, not only did he not meet the person he liked, but he also lost his life because of it.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on a bed in a dormitory, and the person who slept on the upper bunk was his deadly enemy whom he hadn't seen for many years——Hou Huahao, the captain of the MIX men's team.

After some overt and secret testing, Ji Xianwu knew that he was reborn ten years ago.

At that time, he had just been signed by Nebula, a well-known domestic entertainment company, because of his good looks, and made his debut as a member of the top boy group MIX.

Compared with the three members who have been in the group for two years, Ji Xianwu is equivalent to starting from scratch.

At the beginning, he was full of passion, trying to keep up with his teammates and not to hold back, but he didn't expect that in exchange for his enthusiasm, his teammates were ostracized, behavioral, and verbal violence. Internet ridicule.

Black hot searches, black drafts, fans insulting, the company's inaction...

The pressure from all directions made Ji Xianwu unable to breathe, and was finally terminated by the company.

During that dark time, Ji Xianwu was silent for three years. During these three years, he was very decadent and spent his days in hustle and bustle.

Until one day, with the help of Jiang Huai, the best actor in the industry, he was able to move to the entertainment industry and become an actor, and won the title of best actor on his 30th birthday, proving his own strength.

Unexpectedly... Hey, Ji Xianwu looked at his obviously much younger hands, and sighed deeply.

From the film king back to the bottom of the boy group, the gap is too big!

"The youngest? The youngest?" Guan Zhen patted Ji Xianwu's shoulder, and asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, you look so bad?"

Ji Xianwu came back to his senses, moved his shoulder away from the opponent's hand, and said in a calm voice, "I'm thinking about something."

Although Guan Zhen cared a lot about him in his previous life, he might be behind the scenes, so it's better not to get too close.

"Oh, you're still thinking about things in your head, you must be wandering again." Hou Huahao leaned against the door, sarcastically smiling.

The dance teacher had already left, and now there were only four of them left in the classroom. Ji Xianwu completely ignored Hou Huahao's words, pushed his palms back and used his strength to get up from the ground, turned his head and walked out the door.

"you!"

Hou Huahao had never been so ignored by Ji Xianwu before. When had he not been frightened to the point of shit and then begged for mercy?

"Forget it, boss, don't bother with the youngest."

Guan Zhensheng was afraid that the two would quarrel, although every time they quarreled, Ji Xianwu would be crushed.

"Youngest, let's go to the company cafeteria for dinner!" Guan Zhen took the initiative to take Ji Xianwu away, away from this Shura field.

There are many artists under Xingyun Entertainment Company. In order to give everyone a better experience, the leadership built a canteen on the first floor of the company, covering a large area.

The canteen includes a variety of cuisines, and the hired chefs are even more skilled. The dishes they make are delicious and popular among artists.

Therefore, when Xingyun's artists are asked about gaining weight during interviews, they will always blame the company's cafeteria.

——The canteen, you're an old backer.

Ji Xianwu and Guan Zhen picked out what they wanted to eat, and each returned to their seats with a tray. After practicing dancing for a whole morning, their physical strength was exhausted and they urgently needed nourishment from food.

Guan Zhen has been secretly observing Ji Xianwu who is opposite him since he sat down. For some reason, he always feels that the other party is different from before.

Today's performance in the dance studio is really amazing. Is the other party hiding their strength all the time, or are they working hard behind their backs?

Guan Zhen selfishly believes that the possibility of being possessed by a ghost is the greatest.

Being watched by such eager gazes, Ji Xianwu can still eat with a calm demeanor. There is no way, he is used to facing all kinds of gazes in his previous life, from the media, from investors, from fans, from opponents... like Guan Zhen It's really not worth mentioning.

However, since we can do it all over again, some accounts still have to be settled, and nothing will be recovered.

Ji Xianwu took a piece of broccoli and put it in his mouth, casually said as if chatting: "Hou Huahao and Ji Shen are targeting me."

against?

The most taboo thing in the group is fighting among members!

Guan Zhen choked on the word "targeted" and coughed violently, "No, no! He, they didn't target you..."

Ji Xianwu pushed the water glass in his hand over, raised his brows lightly, "No?"

I just wanted to test it out, why such a big reaction?

"Yes, really not." Guan Zhen picked up the cup and took a big sip of water, "Maybe they still care about last week's PK match..."

"PK game?"

"Well, there was a men's team PK competition last week, and the company chose you to dance the opening dance of a popular variety show, and it turned out..."

Guan Zhen glanced at Ji Xianwu, seeing that his expression didn't change, he continued: "It turned out that you didn't dance very well."

After being reminded by Guan Zhen, Ji Xianwu finally remembered what happened.