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Qiao Zhihuan's award song was replaced by Chinese dance. When the program group announced the news, the college area was shocked, "Our Chinese dance is quiet, so we are naturally at a disadvantage!"

"I want to see Huanhuan crush him to death at the ballet."

"I want to watch Chinese dance! With so many foreign media, I should dance Chinese dance!"

"Ah, no, I'm going to have a heart attack, and I don't even dare to watch it."

The students panicked, but Qiao Zhihuan was calm. He stood at the side of the stage to exchange specific requirements with the program group, with a serious expression on his face.

He was still wearing the very catchy lace shirt, but the flirtatious vigor it brought was overwhelmed by Qiao Zhihuan's serious expression, making him appear inviolable.

After communicating with the program group, he turned around and walked towards the student area. Before he got close, he put on a warm smile: "Which one of you has a cloak?"

When recording, the students will often cue their talents. Most of the students will bring some replacement clothes or performance props with them. When Qiao Zhihuan asked, a student raised his hand: "I have."

"Lingluo?"

Zhao Yingjie hurriedly raised his hand: "Huanhuan uses mine!"

"I still have a folding fan, do you want it?"

"I have a soft sword!"

For a moment, all the students crowded up, as if Qiao Zhihuan was fighting for all of them, eager to provide all the help he could.

"No, no, no." Qiao Zhihuan didn't expect the students to be so enthusiastic. He declined several props and asked tentatively, "Do you have a wine glass? I want Tang Zhan's."

This is out of the question, not to mention bringing Tang Zhan with you, many of the students sitting here have never seen Tang Zhan.

Students, you look at me, I look at you, there is really no way.

Qiao Zhihuan was not disappointed, she smiled and said, "Let's forget about nothing, then there is nothing real."

"Wait." Ye Cike called to stop him, "I seem to have seen it in the props department, I'll borrow it for you."

"Thank you."

Qiao Zhihuan stood up, turned around and put on a light gray cloak like smoke veil, and a gust of wind blew up.

The students on the side immediately said "Wow--" and felt that the Chinese dancers are really good, and their gestures are full of style.

The staff quickly delivered Tang Zhan, the props were ready, and Qiao Zhihuan's show began.

The sideline director faced the camera and quickly introduced the situation: "Next, we will witness Arthur's challenger together. He is a dancer from Huaguo. After watching Arthur's near-perfect performance, this challenger asked Change the type of dance. Are you afraid of Arthur's strength in ballet? Or will you respond with a higher level? Let us wait and see."

According to Qiao Zhihuan's request, all the lights on the stage were temporarily turned off.

The audience was silent, and everyone was curious about what kind of stage work this challenger would produce in the face of Arthur.

Qiao Zhihuan was lying on the cold stage, the sound of shutters in the media area offstage seemed to be fading away, leaving only the sound of his heartbeat in the audience.

The blood hit his heart hard, and at this moment his blood boiled with dancing.

With the sound of the melodious bamboo flute, the spotlights slammed down, and there was a sudden commotion in the student area——Qiao Zhihuan stood up from the stage in a posture that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve using only her core strength!

This had a greater impact on foreign media who don't often watch Chinese dances, and the shutter sounded like crazy in an instant.

The surprise and excitement of others didn't affect Qiao Zhihuan at all. He turned over while exploring the sea, and paused for a few seconds in a posture that was almost falling backwards. His cloak swam, he raised his right hand high, and looked up at the sky.

The student was excited: "It's drunk, it's drunk!"

"It's so true! It's really like being drunk."

"My God! Look at Huanhuan! He is blindfolded!"

Qiao Zhihuan got up and stood with his back on the stage. After several drunken movements, he suddenly turned around. At this moment, everyone was surprised to find that the borrowed red silk cloth covered his eyes, and Qiao Zhihuan actually performed blindfolded!

At this time, the sound of the music was getting louder, and Qiao Zhihuan's movements were as floating as a brush, like a cloud of smoke. Blindfolding did not affect his performance at all, and every movement and footwork was almost perfect.

He didn't drink alcohol, but the music made him intoxicated, and every movement seemed to be immersed in drunkenness, free and easy and floating.

The students burst into loud applause, "I understand, this is a dance made up of drunk postures! It's beautiful!"

"Huanhuan is the most imitative person I have ever seen."

"Don't you think Huanhuan's drunkenness is diverse, there are lying flowers, there are cups raised, there are jade trees facing the wind, and there are free and easy..."

Ye Cike looked at the intoxicated people on the stage, his eyes were bright, and a faint smile appeared on his face unconsciously, and he didn't even notice that the people around him called him.

"Teacher Ye!"

Ye Cike tilted his head slightly, but his eyes still did not leave the stage.

"We ask you, is this dance a drunken state?"

Ye Cike smiled lightly: "No."

The students around were startled, this is not drunkenness, what else could it be?

Ye Cike watched his movements, and only said four words: "The Eight Immortals in Drinking."

"I understand! It's anthropomorphic!" One of the students had an epiphany, "Zhizhang rides a horse like a boat, and falls asleep in a well; Zong Zhi is handsome and beautiful, with his head raised and eyes looking at the blue sky; Zhang Xu's three cups of grass sage biography, swaying the paper like a cloud of smoke! Really! The most popular is "Eight Immortals in Drinking"!" [1]

"No wonder he wants Tang Zhan! Details, really details."

"...Sure enough, I still have to ask Teacher Ye about Huanhuan's dance. I seem to be a fool, and I am completely lonely."

At this moment, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly picked up Tang Zhan, and suddenly spun around on the spot, his clothes fluttering, he almost wanted to ascend to immortality in place!

He turned quickly and lightly, which directly aroused applause from the audience, but Qiao Zhihuan did not stop for a moment, flipping smoothly, one, two, three... He actually crossed the stage with a rollover, and his trajectory formed a nearly perfect semicircle. It was done while he was completely blindfolded and lost his vision.

"Absolutely!" The students excitedly stood up and applauded.

"Fly the child directly!"

"Oh my god, it's really light work!!"

In the end, the whole audience clapped to his beat. After a series of jaw-dropping somersaults, Qiao Zhihuan stood firm "drunk" and sipped the last sip of "wine" from Tang Zhan. Luo could also imagine that his sharp eyes were directly thrown somewhere.

Qiao Zhihuan's left hand sank, and Tang Zhan in his hand was thrown out like a gust of wind. He quickly spun dozens of times in the air, and was caught in the air with a snap.

All the gazes and shots were close-up on the hands that stopped Tang Zhan.

The joints are strong and the grip is strong.

Ye Cike stood up slowly, pressed the last phrase, and drank the "wine" that Qiao Zhihuan gave him.

The audience suddenly exploded, and the students no longer cared about the recording discipline, and the noise boiled up.

The two were not close, and Qiao Zhihuan was still blindfolded. How did he throw the wine glass at Ye Cike accurately?

How did Ye Cike make a quick shot and catch it firmly?

A student next to Ye Cike was so shocked that he kept talking to himself: "Why is it that I don't know martial arts in the audience??"

Hearing the commotion from the crowd, Qiao Zhihuan burst into a smile, and pulled down Lingluo who covered her eyes.

Before this, he had already skipped two pieces of music on the stage, he was already familiar with the relative positions of the stage and the student seats, and, if he wanted, he could completely control his stride and angle, so he took the risk and completely blindfolded After finishing the dance, blindfolded, he threw Tang Zhan in Ye Cike's direction.

Unexpectedly, the degree of completion was not bad, and the wine cup was firmly stopped by Ye Cike.

All the eleven referees stood up and applauded him. Qiao Zhihuan bowed sincerely in several directions, bathed in the tide of cheers.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Peng Qiang's secretary quickly walking towards the referee area.

The crowd was arguing a lot. Usually, the scores came out quickly after the performance, but three minutes had passed since Qiao Zhihuan's piece ended, and the eleven referees were still arguing.

In the end, even the professionals in the media area were full of doubts. Although the two groups were excellent, even laymen could feel that Qiao Zhihuan's completion was better, and they didn't understand what there was to argue about.

One of the referees stood up: "I'm sorry, I ask for a few minutes of timeout, let's discuss the scoring results."

The program team followed suit and announced a 10-minute break.

Qiao Zhihuan was returning the borrowed props after Qiao Zhihuan got off the court. Wei Lingsu immediately stepped forward: "We have already discussed it. If the referee maliciously judges you to lose, we will immediately protest in front of the media."

"Yes, obviously you have the better response!" Other students also supported.

Qiao Zhihuan advised them: "You don't know the result yet, so don't be angry."

"Huanhuan!" Little Fang rushed forward, "How do you know ballet?"

Qiao Zhi laughed and said, "Actually, I studied ballet since I was in primary school, and I had to learn Chinese dance after I was 16. It's not a major."

All the students: "????"

"It's too ordinary, it's really extraordinary."

"That is, what have we become if you are unprofessional."

"Huanhuan, I still really want to see you ballet that Arthur to death."

"Ballet... Actually Arthur dances very well." Qiao Zhihuan commented pertinently, "Besides, I don't have a ballet costume, so I really can't perform well."

"Qiao Zhihuan." A strange voice suddenly came, and many students turned their heads and saw that it was the big party, and immediately kept quiet.

Small stood two or three meters away from the students with his pockets in his pockets, and his assistant immediately held up a box: "This is a ballet costume designed by Mr. Stardiv himself. You can wear it after changing it. Mr. Small watched your dance , Immediately ask someone to be transported by air from Milan, hoping to help you."

Qiao Zhihuan was a little surprised.

He didn't expect that Small had been watching the card battle, let alone lent him such a valuable thing.

But Small didn't have any selfishness in lending him the clothes. He just simply approved of Qiao Zhihuan's interpretation of the ruby ​​crown, and this suit should also suit Qiao Zhihuan very well.

The vivid beauty is the most vivid publicity.

Qiao Zhihuan stepped forward to take the box containing the ballet costumes. At this time, the chief director Dang Rui suddenly barged in. She looked angry: "Qiao Zhihuan, do you have the confidence to beat that Arthur in ballet?"

Qiao Zhihuan was taken aback, but from Dang Rui's expression, he vaguely sensed what happened.

It must have been Da Cheng who was trying to get in the way and wanted to sentence him to lose, but Dang Rui, as the representative of the production team, definitely disagreed, and the conflict immediately intensified.

"...I don't have professional clothes, and I'm limited by trousers. It's really hard to say if I dance ballet." Qiao Zhihuan said truthfully.

A student next to me reminded: "Don't you have a ballet costume in your hand now! It's almost the same after changing it!"

A word awakened the dreamer, and Qiao Zhihuan immediately took out the ballet costume. The gorgeous design made everyone around them breathless, and then everyone let out a sigh of regret.

Although this ballet dress is beautiful, it is obviously too small just by looking at the shoulders.

This kind of performance costumes are easy to change in a big way, and not easy to change in a small way. This dress is too small, and Qiao Zhihuan obviously can't wear it.

Everyone was depressed, only to hear Ye Cike suddenly ask: "Mr. Small, to what extent is this dress allowed?"

There was a rare surprise on Small's indifferent face. He thought that the clothes could not be changed at all, but seeing Ye Cike's determined face, he said, "As long as it doesn't affect the big design, the rest can be changed at will."

"Okay." Ye Cike nodded, grabbed Qiao Zhihuan's wrist, "Come with me."

Ye Cike pulled him to his lounge, and Qiao Zhihuan reluctantly changed into this dress, feeling that his shoulders and back were being hooped so badly that he could hardly breathe.

He came out from the soft curtain where he changed clothes, and faced Ye Cike's gaze, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Ye Cike didn't have any special expression, but his eyes were a little dark: "Turn around."

Qiao Zhihuan did as he did, and he felt something lightly pass over his back muscles, showing a wavy V shape, and then his right shoulder was cold, and the cold metal came in, making his shoulders shrink unconsciously.

"Don't move." Ye Cike's tone was beyond doubt.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't move.

The cold metal drew a wavy arc on his back, from the right shoulder to the spine, and then turned back to the left shoulder. The force binding the shoulder suddenly opened, and his entire back was exposed in the air, and then he heard the sound of threading.

Ye Cike's hands and feet were quick, and he changed the clothes within a few minutes. After he cut the last thread, Qiao Zhihuan stood in front of the mirror to check his changed clothes, and joked with him: "Ms. Ye is really virtuous and can sew clothes." .”

Ye Cike stood behind him, looking at him through the mirror: "Who is virtuous?"

He pulled Qiao Zhihuan's body, pressed him in front of the mirror, and raised his eyebrows indifferently.

He thought that Qiao Zhihuan couldn't move, but Qiao Zhihuan suddenly raised his body, hooked his legs around his waist, put his arms on his shoulders, wrapped his body lightly, and only used his core strength to fight back, breaking away from the mirror: "You Virtuous."

The body is close to each other, and it is easy to draw out the evil fire. Ye Cike just wanted to regain the initiative in this position.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Zhihuan was persistent and tried to control him with all her ingenuity.

The two turned around in the room several times like a fight, entangled with each other like wild beasts, until Ye Cike's eyes staring at him gradually dimmed, and then, in the hidden darkness, he was pressed against the thick door .

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and Ye Cike in front of him almost merged with the dense darkness, covering the sky and covering the sky.

Qiao Zhihuan wasn't afraid at all, instead she leaned on his shoulder and whispered in a mischievous manner: "Ms. Ye, the recording will resume in just a few minutes."

In the shadows, Ye Cike's eyes flickered.

Knowing that he had won, he patted Ye Cike on the shoulder like he had won: "Put me down."

Ye Cike ignored him at all, leaning his head against the tip of his nose, forcing him to lift his chin, revealing his slender, pale neck.

The two breathed intertwined, their gazes merged, Ye Cike's slender eyelashes drooped slightly, and his pupils like a deep pool almost drowned him.

Ye Cike didn't kiss him, but just pressed his forehead against his forehead. The tip of his tall nose lightly touched his cheek, sniffing his breath like intoxicated.

In the dark room, it seemed that only the sound of the heartbeats of the two of them was left.

Ye Cike asked him: "When did you learn ballet?"

"Since childhood."

"why did not you tell me?"

Qiao Zhihuan smiled at him.Even in the dark, his eyes radiated a radiant light.

He clung to Ye Cike's ear and deliberately lowered his voice: "Are you surprised? Teacher Ye."

He felt Ye Cike's heart beat heavily.

There were two beeps, and there was a knock on the door behind him: "Huanhuan, the program team has ordered the recording."

Qiao Zhihuan gave Ye Cike a look, which meant "don't disturb others, let me down".

Ye Cike stared at him playfully, maintaining his posture without moving.

The knock on the door seemed to be hitting his ears, Qiao Zhihuan nudged him to protest, and somehow stimulated Ye Cike, he suddenly bowed his head, covered his soft and cool lips, and quickly slammed into the sound of knocking on the door so close Captured a brutal and violent kiss.

The instant contact was like an electric shock, the tense hearts of the two of them and the provocative atmosphere suddenly softened and flowed into their hearts warmly.

After the entanglement, Ye Cike was finally satisfied and let him down: "Go."

The moment Qiao Zhihuan turned around, his wrist was suddenly pulled: "Wait a minute."

Ye Cike's tone was as usual: "You forgot to bring something."

"what?"

Qiao Zhihuan was turned around, and Ye Cike stared at him with lowered eyes, slowly pulling away the clothes on his shoulders with a gentle gesture that was almost admiring.

The soft clothes slipped down half of his chest, Ye Cike bowed slightly, and kissed Qiao Zhi's heart: "Amulet."

Returning to the scene, I don't know what the program group arranged again. During the 10-minute break, the stage was replaced with a mat with a zigzag pattern.

Qiao Zhihuan was about to get closer to take a closer look, but the nearby students turned their heads inadvertently, and the moment they saw him, they suddenly opened their eyes wide, covered their mouths and stared at him.

Qiao Zhihuan didn't know why, and someone said, "Oh my god, this dress...you you you...it's amazing, Huanhuan!!"

The author has something to say: [1] The dance in this article is inspired by "The Song of the Eight Immortals in Drinking"