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The lights went out instantly, and the mad fairy was frozen at the moment when he jumped down.

The audience stood up abruptly, staring blankly at the sky.

At this time, there were no lights on the field, everyone looked at the darkness, and there was still an afterimage of the mad fairy jumping down in front of his eyes.

It was an extremely perfect reverse kick of the purple gold crown, and it was completed as quickly as a bird.

His body, arms, fingertips, and even every streamer are stretched to the extreme, like an impeccable work of art, burning into everyone's eyes.

In less than half a second, as if being stretched to infinity by his posture, everyone's minds went blank, leaving only an indescribable shock.

"He doesn't have Wia!" Suddenly someone shouted.

Ten meters high, without Wia jumping down, the consequences can be imagined!

Everyone seemed to be woken up suddenly by a basin of cold water, and there was a great chaos in the arena. At this moment, there was a muffled landing sound.

--That's too late.

Everyone seemed to be struck by lightning and froze in place.

Suddenly, a chasing light swept across and immediately caught the mad fairy who had landed on the ground. In an instant, he stretched his arms and rebounded from the ground, as graceful as a white crane, Nirvana from the ground!

The whole audience burst into cheers, and the chasing light flew higher and higher, becoming more and more ethereal, until it turned into invisible starlight.

In the waiting area, Ye Cike followed the light until it disappeared.

The practitioner standing beside him asked, "What are you still looking at?"

Ye Cike stared at the light: "Wild-o'-the-wisp."

The students were puzzled.

——Explore in the fall and rise, struggle in gain and loss and reciprocation, until your life burns like a will-o'-the-wisp.

The last scene is not about living to death at all, it is about not regretting, it is about broken pieces of jade, it is about exchanging a long life for less than half a second of splendor.

Through "Mad Immortal", Ye Cike seems to have peeled off Qiao Zhihuan's body and glimpsed a corner of his soul.

At that moment, lustful and angry, he... so tempting.

The lights gradually came on, and Qiao Zhihuan stood in the center of the stage perfectly, with a pure black spring bed on the lifting platform beside her.

The entire scene suddenly erupted with more enthusiastic applause, and the applause was louder and louder than the other, and even deafened the ears.

He raised his right hand high, bent over and stroked his chest, and gave an extremely elegant and classical thank you.

Lu Wenya tried to speak several times, but her words were drowned in the endless applause. It wasn't until old Mr. He Qichun slowly stood up from his seat that everyone didn't understand why, and the applause gradually died down.

He Qichun asked him, "Son, what's your name?"

Qiao Zhihuan replied: "Qiao Zhihuan."

"Qiao Zhihuan."

He Qichun breathed a sigh of relief: "You retire, Qiao Zhihuan."

To retire? !

Everyone stared wide-eyed.

In the previous program, Mr. He didn't even lift his eyelids, but this time he was the first to comment, and he still stood up to comment. Everyone thought he would boast a few words, but they didn't expect such a powerful speech when he opened his mouth.

"Although it's a little unreasonable to say this on other people's programs." He Qichun cupped his hands and made an apologetic gesture to the program crew, "But I still have to say it."

"Son, come with me, you are a dancer's condition. You should stand on a bigger stage, so that people all over the world like you and Chinese dance."

The old man's eyes were very serious: "I really, really haven't met someone who dances by instinct for a long time."

"Thank you, Mr. He." Qiao Zhihuan took the wheat from him and smiled shyly, "Actually, my performance is not finished yet."

... not finished yet?

But the music has already stopped, right?

Qiao Zhihuan turned around. The huge veil used for the previous performance was still hanging in the air. He stood behind the veil and gestured to the lighting teacher.

The white gauze fell gently, covering Qiao Zhihuan like flowing satin. The soft folds outlined a thin and tall figure. When the white gauze fell to the end, Qiao Zhihuan's delicate and beautiful face suddenly appeared.

There was a low admiration from the audience.

A few lines of student comments popped up on the No. 4 teleprompter board:

[Ruan Sihuan] Thank you, I was hit

[[-] billion] Little Fang, if you want to go up here, it will be the midnight bell

[Bairan] I x you xx what nonsense!

Because there were too many harmonious characters in the sentence of Little Fang, it flashed and disappeared on the teleprompter.

Qiao Zhihuan found a place in Baisha, faced Ye Cike on the side of the stage, and showed him the calligraphy on it.

Above is a line of running script.

It turned out that when Qiao Zhihuan waved the brush on the top of the lamp stand, she was really writing seriously.

The handwriting was flying freely, and the writing was like smoke. Lu Wenya unconsciously read out: "Young days are full of spring breeze, and now... Qiuye Cike?"

She restrained herself and finished reading: "Just to pass the time, Mo Yi usually sings after drunk." Then she asked with a smile, "Are you a fan of Teacher Ye? Or a fan of "Adam in the Wasteland"?"

Qiao Zhihuan shook her head: "Not at all. I made up this dance temporarily after watching Teacher Ye's performance, so I wrote this sentence for Teacher Ye on a whim. I hope Teacher Ye is happy every day, and don't worry so much that you have gray hair all over your head."

He turned his head, smiled sweetly at Ye Cike, and blinked his left eye.

[Bairan] *!I don't know how Mr. Ye is, but I was hit anyway

[Ruan Sihuan] Sweet, really sweet, immortals come down to earth

[[-] billion] Hey, Teacher Ye's ears are red!

The film king Yan Liang pretended to be surprised: "I made it up temporarily? But I see that you have all the dry ice, flagon, and spring bed prepared."

"Yes, thanks to my friend Wei Lingsu." Qiao Zhihuan raised his hand in the direction of Wei Lingsu, and the photographer immediately took a close-up shot very understandingly.

In the camera, Wei Lingsu was wearing a light blue silk shirt, looking at the gentle and quiet man, he was not used to being noticed, so he lowered his head and pushed his glasses as if to cover up.

"It was he who prepared these props for me in the time it took to replace the floor lamps. I also thank the staff of the props team and the lighting team for their cooperation. Without them, this short program would not have been completed."

His eyes swept over the staff standing in the dark one by one, and he nodded in greeting.

Yan Liang was a little annoyed, he wanted to be picky, but Qiao Zhihuan took the opportunity to show his good friend a camera, and thanked the people behind the scenes.

"I didn't have much contact with Chinese dance before." In order to avoid Yan Liang's criticism again, Lu Wenya took over directly, "Today's short program looks very shocking, and it really gives me the feeling of a palace in the sky. In fact, I have a saying I want to ask, are you afraid when standing on it?"

"Fear. But fear can also be a motivation. Besides, I'm insured."

He smiled and pointed to his feet. On the lifting stage in the center, there was a spring bed like a black curtain. It was because of it that the crazy fairy fell decisively from mid-air and was reborn in nirvana.

The bed was raised after the lights went out and no one noticed.

"I want to correct one point. This is not just Chinese dance."

Mr. He pointed to the spring bed: "Reciprocating, struggling, and self-exploration in falling and rising are typical modern dance themes. Looking for dynamic suspension points is also a common technique in modern dance. Restraint, absorbing the strengths of various schools, and blending them quite well."

"Son, what I just said is still valid. No matter how you end up on this show, as long as you change your mind, you are welcome to come find me anytime."

Before he finished speaking, He Qichun lightly lit the lamp in front of him.

The audience was boiling, this was the first time He Qichun turned on the lights!

Lu Wenya gave a thumbs up, followed by the other judges' lights.

Now that four lights had been turned on on the field, Yan Liang looked left and right, then suddenly turned off the microphone, and leaned over to say something to the other judges.

"If Yan Liang gave the lamps, five lamps, Ye Cike would lose, and he could only go to Class F. They must be discussing winning or losing." Little Fang said, "Qiao Zhihuan and Ye Cike, both of them are at the same level. It’s very high, and it really needs to be decided carefully.”

Wei Ling said: "It's really hard for them to choose."

"Qiao Zhihuan has solid skills and is aesthetically perfect; Ye Cike is contagious and emotionally perfect. Whichever side wins is actually justified."

While speaking, Ye Cike was guided by the staff onto the stage and stood beside Qiao Zhihuan.

One of them is gloomy and elegant, and the other is dazzling. They look like red and white roses that have been difficult for ages. Little Fang glanced at them and immediately dismissed them.

"The result of our discussion came out. Ye Cike, four lamps. Qiao Zhihuan—"

Yan Liang held up the microphone, his eyes glanced at the two people on the stage one by one, and after a long enough delay, he suddenly turned on the lights in front of him: "Five lights! Congratulations! Class A is full of lights!"

The whole place is boiling!

First!

Class A full of lights!

Little Fang was so happy that he almost jumped up on the spot.

At the same time, a small number of people were not very happy. Ye Cike took a full four lamps. Such a great master should be reduced to class F?

Wei Lingsu suddenly noticed something strange: "Why do I feel like Huanhuan is unhappy?"

More than unhappy, Qiao Zhihuan was beyond regret.

His original intention was to have a good discussion with Mr. Ye, good guy, cut off the class A in his original plot!

Ye Cike himself didn't mind, standing aside and clapping restrainedly.

When the applause was about to drown the two of them, he lowered his head slightly and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Congratulations."

Qiao Zhihuan was almost overwhelmed by this congratulations: "No, no, no, no congratulations, I mean no congratulations."

Ye Cike looked at him suspiciously.

At this time, Lu Wenya cue the next step: "Please return the two students to their new seats."

Just as Ye Cike was about to bow and leave the stage, he was suddenly held down by someone. Qiao Zhihuan leaned over slightly and quickly said, "Ms. Ye, don't worry. I will definitely earn your A back!"

Ye Cike: "Not really..."

Before he finished speaking, Qiao Zhihuan had already raised his hand.

Lu Wenya asked: "Do you have any objection to the result?"

"No, it's not."

Qiao Zhihuan shook her head, and suddenly strode off the stage.

The students and the judges were not sure what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd. They watched Qiao Zhihuan go up the stairs on the right, towards the highest class A.

Qiao Zhihuan stopped in front of seat No.2.

Sitting in this position is Zhao Yingjie, a direct trainee of the organizer Big Orange Entertainment and a seed player for his debut.The company also praised him quite a lot. In order to highlight him on the first stage, the choreography was simply "Zhao Yingjie and his seven backup dancers".

Zhao Yingjie was a little dazed, and gave way to the No.1 seat: "You, please."

Qiao Zhihuan shook her head: "I'm not going there."

Zhao Yingjie became more and more confused.

He's not going to go there, what is he going to do?Looking for your own battle?

But he's an A, and he's an A. No matter how much they battle, they won't have a higher rating.

"I'm sorry." Qiao Zhihuan said in a low voice, and picked something out of his pocket with two fingers.

A silver arc flashed in the air, and a silver playing card drew a circular arc, wedged hard into the back of Zhao Yingjie's chair.

The clown on the card waved the scythe of death, and the silver tail of the card was still trembling slightly.

Suddenly, a heavy mechanical male voice echoed in the air: "Jo—ker—!"

A stream of light rushed out, from bottom to top, lighting up the audience.