After saving Meiqiang, I became popular all over the world

Qiao Zhi rejoices at 1440.

Ye Cike keenly grasped this noun.

Judging from the name, it should be a 1440-degree spin in the air, named after the person who completed it for the first time.

He was sure it wasn't something from his own world, otherwise he should have heard of it.

Ye Cike glanced lightly at the student area, there were at least seven or eight people standing excitedly because of this action, and he carefully remembered the names of these people.

The show on stage is still going on, no, it's not a show anymore.

It was perfect, fluid art.

Every movement of Qiao Zhihuan contained explosiveness and strength, and the amplitude and speed almost exceeded imagination.

The gradient petals on the ballet dress are like small fires, and the unparalleled visual beauty burns in everyone's eyes.

Several referees held their pens empty, as if their souls had been sucked away by the impeccable and shocking performance.

Although Peng Qiang in the audience didn't understand ballet, he also felt the pressure from the reaction at the scene.

He panicked, "Didn't you say that Arthur is fine?"

The secretary didn't dare to answer, and saw Peng Qiang viciously slapping the railing in front of him, angry and hated, but within a moment, he unconsciously clenched the railing tightly, his eyes closely following Qiao Zhihuan on the stage.

So pretty, so striking, almost perfect.

Peng Qiang simply loves and hates him, he just feels so anxious in his heart, wishing he could yell and vent his anger.

"...34, 35..."

The counting in the field suddenly woke up Peng Qiang: "What are you doing?"

Secretary: "Maybe they want to challenge Arthur's world record."

Peng Qiang suddenly looked towards the stage.

The beam of golden light sprinkled down in the shape of a cone, and Qiao Zhihuan spun lightly and rhythmically in the air. His figure was elegant and slender, and the gradient short veil on his body sprinkled circles of magical luster—he was a work of art carefully crafted by God.

"...38, 39, forty!!"

The audience was already boiling, and the students even stood up and cheered, but Qiao Zhihuan closed his eyes, as if all the lively cheers in the audience had nothing to do with him.

Finally, amidst the roar of applause, he stopped completely, and Qiao Zhihuan's bright and attractive face was shown on the big screen.

Brilliant light flows on his face, and he is more attractive than the light.

Everyone stood up, but before everyone had time to shout, Qiao Zhihuan suddenly knelt down on one leg and lowered his waist, completely ending the dance drama with extremely difficult movements.

"BRAVO!!"

Someone in the guest seat yelled, and without knowing it, everyone stood up and applauded, and the applause resounded rhythmically throughout the audience and lasted for a long time.

Even Arthur couldn't help applauding, deeply impressed by his performance.

Qiao Zhihuan opened her arms gracefully, and thanked the audience again and again, but the applause still continued, wave after wave.

"Huanhuan...has the curtain call seven or eight times, thank you?" Little Fang was puzzled, "My hands are numb from clapping, aren't they tired?"

"Ballet etiquette is like this." Wei Ling said with a smile, "The more exciting the performance, the more the audience applauded. The actors can only thank the gift constantly, sometimes a dozen times."

"However, this is a good thing." Wei Lingfu swept across the audience, and almost everyone applauded, "This shows that Huanhuan really conquered the hearts of the audience."

"Now even if the referee wants to play tricks, the audience will not agree."

After Qiao Zhihuan's No. 13 thank-you gifts, Lu Wenya came to the stage amid warm applause: "The perfect combination of technology and performance is really an astonishing performance!"

At the same time, she also announced Qiao Zhihuan's new record: "46 laps! An unbelievable result! At the same time, it is also our new world record!"

There was another burst of applause, and Qiao Zhihuan humbly bowed in all directions to express his thanks.

"Qiao Zhihuan, you are so amazing, even I am starting to wonder about your past." Lu Wenya said, "How did you accomplish those actions?"

Handing the microphone to Qiao Zhihuan, his eyes flickered, and his thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the summer long ago.

With a bang, the car door closed, and Qiao Zhihuan, who was only ten years old, was carrying a luggage bag that was almost bigger than him, and asked the person in the cab, "When will you pick me up?"

The manager has seventeen or eighteen children under him, both professional and non-professional.

He managed to get the opportunity to train with the gymnastics youth training base. He didn't expect that the children under him were either worried about getting hurt, or didn't want to be too far away from home, or wanted to have fun during the summer vacation. Go, there is only one Qiao Zhihuan left.

Qiao Zhihuan's face still had some baby fat, but her chin was small and fair, and her almond-like cat's eyes and clear eyeballs could already vaguely see some beauty.

He grabbed the luggage bag uneasily, the manager's impatient face was reflected in his big eyes, and he immediately swallowed back the words he wanted to ask.

The manager likes him the most. He is very sensitive and takes care of the emotions of the people around him. No matter if the person is older or younger than him, he will take care of him properly, so Qiao Zhihuan is also the most popular.

"Let's see." The manager said perfunctorily, "You stay here and study hard, do you hear me?"

Qiao Zhihuan was a little suspicious: "Do you want to learn gymnastics?"

"Stupid!" the manager interrupted him, "Where is this? The youth training base! The people there are challenging the limit of human jumping ability every day. Don't you think you can't bounce? Come in and practice for me day and night. !"

Qiao Zhihuan asked, "By what standard?"

"Qiao Zhihuan, people are lazy. If you set a standard of 80 points, you may only achieve 60 points in the end. Only by setting the standard much higher than the requirement can you get 100 points. Do you understand?"

Qiao Zhihuan nodded with half understanding.

He vaguely remembered that last month he made an appointment with five partners to come to the youth training base, but when they talked on the phone last night, some said that their mother would not let them, some said that their mother was worried, and some said they wanted to stay at home and rest , In the end, he was the only one who came to the youth training base.

Qiao Zhihuan lowered his eyelashes, he was not surprised by this result, who made him not worry about his "mother".

The manager left him in a remote youth training base for more than two months.

In retrospect, those days have become very blurred, and all he can remember is the dazzling sunlight, the stinging sweat in his eyes, and the smell of magnesium carbonate powder in the stadium.

Qiao Zhihuan paused, and suddenly found that all eyes were on him, and everyone was listening to him.

He smiled: "I just want to say... Take every step carefully, and then you will find that every step, whether it is pain or suffering, is worth it."

There was a round of applause immediately.

A gray-haired referee stood up and announced his score himself: "Qiao Zhihuan, it's a pity."

This beginning made everyone's heart tense. Could it be that the scoring is really so black?

The referee smiled kindly: "Unfortunately, the full score for each item is only 3000. Just because you got this score, it doesn't mean that you have only [-] points. If possible, I would like to give you [-] million points."

"Congratulations to Qiao Zhihuan, 10 points for artistic expression and 10 points for technical difficulty!"

Amidst the warm cheers, Mr. Small from Stardiv actually came to the stage in person and put on a ruby ​​corolla for Qiao Zhihuan.

Under the light, Qiao Zhihuan's ballet costume and ruby ​​crown were resplendent and luxurious, but his pupils were extremely clear, and when he smiled, a dimple appeared on his left cheek.

This scene was frozen by countless photographers, and within half an hour, the press releases were already overwhelming.

The major media praised him with all kinds of praises, and even the front page said that he was about to rekindle the fire of classical music.

Needless to say, the world trend of Weibo and Twitter is full of Qiao Zhihuan's photos and video selections.

The slot battle was also due to the surge in the traffic of Qiao Zhihuan and Arthur, and the broadcast time happened to be on the weekend evening. Many families had dinner and watched together after Qiao Zhihuan defeated Arthur, and challenged dozens of guest guests in succession. They were extremely surprised .

Qiao Zhihuan became popular overnight. Before the show was over, the program group's phone line was already ringing. All major dance troupes and art associations were inquiring about Qiao Zhihuan's news, and they were anxious to go to the island to snatch people.

After the game, several media followed Qiao Zhihuan for an exclusive interview, and they didn't let him go back to the dormitory until four o'clock in the morning.

Unexpectedly, at seven o'clock in the morning, Qiao Zhihuan was woken up by a student in the same dormitory, saying that someone was waiting for him outside the door.

Qiao Zhihuan was so sleepy that her eyes were hazy, and she sat on the bed with her eyes closed for a long time before getting up with a long sigh.

He originally thought it would be Ye Cike.

After thinking about it later, Mr. Ye was considerate. He saw him in Lian Zhan with 13 people yesterday, and was chased by the media for interviews. At this time, he probably wouldn't come to quarrel with him.

When leaving the dormitory, Qiao Zhihuan was still in a daze, and then he saw a middle-aged man in a white cardigan turn around: "Talent, talent! I didn't disturb you to rest!"

He warmly extended his right hand to him: "Duan Daqing, vice president of the People's Art Association, Mr. He Qichun, the mentor in your show, is my old leader."

Qiao Zhihuan shook hands with him indifferently.

"I watched your show, and your strength is quite good, but I don't know if you are interested in turning your strength into honor?"

Qiao Zhihuan didn't like the way he spoke, so he said directly, "What exactly do you mean?"

Vice President Duan showed an inscrutable smile: "Go out for the country."

Vice President Duan explained that there will be WCDG (World Classical Dance Champions Cup) preliminaries next month. In addition to the preliminary video registration, art associations from various countries have places for selection.

This is the most valuable competition in the dance world, and it is the first time that Chinese classical dance has entered the scope of WCDG dances. Jingyi thinks this is a good opportunity. No nominations will at least allow Chinese dance to return to the world stage.

"Little Qiao." Vice President Duan said earnestly, "This competition is of great significance to you, to the Art Association, and to the Chinese classical dance industry. After watching your performance yesterday, I felt that it was not you who qualified for WCDG None."

"It's fine for a single person, for a couple, even for a group dancer, as long as you go, you can choose your position."

Qiao Zhihuan asked: "What month is the competition time?"

"The first round of preliminaries is at the beginning of August, but if you choose from the association, you can start directly from the 1/8 knockout rounds instead of going through the preliminaries round after round."

At the beginning of August, Qiao Zhihuan didn't even know if he was still here.

Seeing that Qiao Zhihuan didn't readily agree, Vice President Duan immediately said, "I'll go to the draft and talk about it. The program team can understand it by making way for the national honor."

"Besides, Xiao Qiao, brother Duan will tell you something from the bottom of his heart." Vice President Duan bowed his head to him, making a pertinent gesture, "You might as well take the Beijing art route if you want to enter the entertainment industry in the draft. The establishment has a face, and after a long time, the title can be evaluated. The few of us who have been working for a long time are divided into courtyards. The road is much longer than that of a small idol in the entertainment industry."

Qiao Zhihuan didn't understand: "What's the relationship between participating in WCDG and taking the Beijing art path?"

Vice President Duan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's my fault that I didn't make it clear."

"It's selected by the association. That's what it means. You have to sign a contract with Jingyi. From now on, you will be a 'little artist' of the art association."

Qiao Zhihuan gave a faint "Oh".

It turns out that the real purpose is hidden here.

He smiled: "Vice President Duan, you may not know much about..."

Vice President Duan heard that his words were wrong, and immediately cut off: "Don't rush to give an answer, good things take time, and you can think about this matter more in your heart."

"Well, I will give you my number and private number. If you have any new ideas, please feel free to contact me."

Vice President Duan took out a business card, quickly wrote a series of numbers on it, and handed it to Qiao Zhihuan: "The Art Association is a family, if you have any difficulties, just find Brother Duan."

Qiao Zhihuan pinched the bronzing business card, thought about it, and put it back in his pocket.

With his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the railing and listened to the waves behind him. After a while, he said, "Come out, I happen to have something to do with you."

Yan Jing came out from behind a rose tree: "...I didn't mean to follow you—"

Qiao Zhihuan raised her hand in a gesture of restraint: "Call these people over."

He reported a few names, and Yan Jing's expression became more terrified the more he heard it, all of these were the names of their companions!

The eight people were quickly called over. Ruan Sihuan stood far away at first and did not dare to approach. It was Qiao Zhihuan who said that he came to make contact, not Ruan Sihuan who harassed him, and Ruan Sihuan stepped forward.

Several people stood in a row, Qiao Zhihuan paused: "Just you? Is there anyone else?"

Yan Jing smiled in disguise: "Huanhuan, what are you talking about, I don't understand."

Qiao Zhihuan lowered her eyes, raised her eyes for a moment, her clear and cold eyes fixed on the person in front of her: "'Qiao Zhihuan 1440'."

It turned out to be exposed at that time.

Yan Jing's head drooped helplessly.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Ruan Sihuan told the truth: "That's all we know about each other. There may be some students and staff who have crossed over, but we don't know for the time being."

Qiao Zhihuan nodded: "When do you plan to go back?"

Eight people looked at each other, and no one spoke first.

Qiao Zhihuan changed the way of asking: "Are you planning to go back?"

There was silence again.

Unable to ask any questions, Qiao Zhihuan didn't bother to talk much, and turned around to leave, but Yan Jing suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute."

Ruan Sihuan teased him aside, as if telling him not to talk too much, but Yan Jing didn't care: "Whether we go or when we go, it's up to you, Huanhuan."

Qiao Zhihuan turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

"Don't pull me!" Yan Jing shook off Ruan Sihuan's hand, "If there is anything you dare not let him know, you should let him know."

"Huanhuan." Yan Jing stared into his eyes, "It's not an accident that we came here, and it's not even an accident that you came here."

Qiao Zhihuan frowned at him, but he couldn't understand what Yan Jing said.

Yan Jing took a deep breath: "Huanhuan, I can guess what you were thinking when you jumped down. You are sad and disappointed, and have no attachment to that world, but you are wrong."

"We love you very much, and the whole world loves you very much."

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