It turns out that I am a heartthrob who came out of the comics.

When he was a child, Sinan also had the experience of practicing for several hours in a row, but he didn't stay up all night, and there were four or five servants by his side waiting to set up logistics for him at any time.

Later, I visited the practice of the trainees of my own entertainment company. I felt very distressed and told them to buy them food and drinks and give them more exposure opportunities.

Now it is my turn to truly feel the "transposition thinking" in this kind of thing. I really have to change my position to have real thinking.

Being an idol is hard work, but being an idol who practices by himself is even harder.

But as if there was some magical power, it was time for dinner after jumping and jumping, and he even forgot to be hungry. When Xiaoyan brought the meal, his selectively silent stomach began to growl.

After eating, I have to continue dancing.

His ballet limbs are still there, and the muscle memory of his original body can't be used at all. Sinan can see that he is awkward when he looks in the mirror. Want to laugh at it.

As soon as Mo Tingbai's gloomy face flashed in his head, the Lord himself appeared.

Mo Tingbai opened the door with a speaker and came in. Seeing Sinan staring at him fixedly, Mo Tingbai gave him a cold look: "Why, is it strange that I come to practice? Or this dance studio belongs to your family."

Si Nanxin said I didn't say anything...

Then Mo Tingbai put down the speaker, connected to his phone and played a song.

It's not "Natural Idol", let alone "Spring Night", but Mo Tingbai's own solo, "Flytoan Island", the title song of Mo Tingbai's first solo album, which still occupies the top of the popularity list from time to time Song.

It is very Mo Tingbai's style, the piano and cello cut into the symphony, and the saxophone plays the main role in pure music. Mixing with Mo Tingbai's casual voice is like a glass of tequila squeezed with lemon.

Sinan can understand why this song became popular. Although this song is full of Mo Tingbai, the difficulty is not the type that only he can sing, although it is probably only when Mo Tingbai closes his eyes and shows that disdainful expression Really sings the style of this song.

The song is a good song, but this song is not a dance song.

Isn't this a dance studio?

"Why don't you dance anymore?" Mo Tingbai seemed to be leisurely enjoying his music when he suddenly remembered that there was such a person beside him, and looked at Sinan coldly.

"Your voice is too loud." Sinan said.

His mobile phone player can't do anything with the speaker that Mo Tingbai is about to turn up the volume to the maximum.

"So?" Mo Tingbai fiddled with his phone, and cut out a song, which was still his own. Mo Tingbai really released a lot of songs in the past year.

So you play "Natural Idol" and let's practice together.

If it was the former Sinan, he would have said so.

But the person in his current body doesn't seem to be the one who would make such a request.

Si Nan sighed: "It's okay."

You don't need to be accompanied by music all the time to practice the movements. He's the next best thing to go through the most difficult movements a few times.

When Sinan adjusted the progress bar of the video and was about to practice with the movements, the music of "Natural Idol" sounded from the speakers.

"One, two, three—"

Sinan's voice mixed with the sound of the guitar strings plucked out of the speaker, and he bounced on the ground with a few footsteps from the small mobile phone next to him. If you didn't pay attention, you might think that the two voices were in the same progress bar.

Sinan stopped again and looked at Mo Tingbai.

"This is what you want to talk about." Mo Tingbai looked at him with a half-smile, "Sinan, if you don't want to cause trouble for others, at least do your own part well first, and then stop making such hesitant things." look."

Eh?You like this.

Sinan was silent for two seconds, then blinked: "Then you adjust the progress bar to 1 minute and 13 seconds, I'm practicing this part now."

Mo Tingbai: ...

How do you feel that something is wrong?But this seems to be his own request again.

Mo Tingbai put his eyes on Sinan as if he was seriously thinking whether it was his own ear problem or Sinan had a different head.Seeing that he was not moving, Sinan took two steps towards him, then picked up Mo Tingbai's cell phone and adjusted the progress bar to the place he said.

Mo Tingbai once again: ...

"Together?" Sinan asked Mo Tingbai who was still frowning at him before he jumped.

"No need, I'm afraid you will lead me astray." Mo Ting Bai Leng snorted.

"Then it's up to you." Sinan said, and resumed his practice rhythm.

After repeating the No. 18 two eight-beat beats and still couldn't find the feeling, Mo Tingbai finally said: "Sinan, are your bones secondary development? Go to the side of the road and find a fan who is better than you." Good dance."

Simon: "What is Suofen?"

Mo Tingbai: ...

He cut off the music directly: "You can't dance like this at all, and I don't know who taught you."

There was also an insinuation.

"The accent in this place is not here at all, and here, your movements are so small, you can't see it in the audience." He raised his half-drooped eyelids representing dissatisfaction to Sinan, "You in this video, Wouldn't it be a substitute?"

I'm the stand-in now, Sinan said in his heart.

"It's just nervous." Sinan licked his lower lip, blinking his sincere eyes.

"I hope you won't be so nervous when you come on stage." Mo Tingbai's face followed the accent of each word and stared at Sinan inch by inch. When he said the last two words, he was almost stuck on Sinan's face.

If the target is Si Nan, it's not surprising that they are nervous, because of this they have messed up their stage a few times.But in the past, it was just falls and wrong shots. It has never been so exaggerated as it is now, like donating limbs.

Even if Sinan can perform flawlessly in private, dancing like this in front of him cannot be forgiven. After all, they are going to be on stage. This is not a MV shoot, just have a passable scene.

Mo Tingbai never made excuses for his stage, and also demanded the same standard from those who performed together. When he was at the last inch of distance, he pulled back, turned his phone back on the stool, and said to Sinan: " Now, dance with me."

It's not that Sinan didn't hear the sarcasm and disgust in his words, but what's the matter, the important thing is that someone came to teach him.

Mo Tingbai corrected him almost one movement at a time, his tone was bad, and his patience was poor. He said "Forget it yourself" a hundred times, and then he couldn't help but continue teaching a hundred and one times.

If He Shenjian's professor was teaching martial arts, then Mo Tingbai probably opened up the meridians, dismantled them one by one and rebuilt them.

After finishing all the actions, it was already three o'clock in the morning.

Si Nan lay on the floor of the dance studio panting for air.

Three in the morning, the first time he saw a world at three in the morning.

"tired?"

At some point, Mo Tingbai also lay down beside him, with his arms resting on the back of his head, his side face was more three-dimensional than the front view.

The eyelashes are so long, Si Nan thought to himself.

"Yeah." Sinan said, "Tired."

But it feels good.

"If you want to do well in this circle, is there anyone who is not tired?"

It's not just in this circle, where it's not like this.

The white light from the ceiling hit Mo Tingbai's face, and outlined a beautiful arc along his nose. From this angle, one could see the fine hair on his face, which was wetted by the sweat flowing down his temples to produce a compelling hormone. breath.

If there was Mo Tingbai in his world, would he like him?

Si Nan suddenly had this idea.

Then quickly deny it.

This is not his world, not everyone revolves around him.

And in this world, not all men like men.

"Sinan." Mo Tingbai suddenly called his name, but he didn't look over, still staring at the roof.

"Huh?" Sinan responded.

"You said thank me, thank me for what?"

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Simon: No, he probably doesn't like me