I thought I was the first gourd in the camp

Things outside the camp seem to have little impact on the camp.

After all, people who secretly hide their mobile phones are still a minority.

There should be no more than one mobile phone in the entire battalion, and one of them is in Lu Zhaomian's hand.

After dinner, Lu Zhaomian and the others were not in a hurry to go back to rest. They made an appointment to go to the training room together. He Simeng and others practiced in the same place, and Lu Zhaomian squatted in the corner with his mobile phone and continued to dance.

Many of the subsequent movements were repetitive, and Lu Zhaomian pulled it off very smoothly, and it didn't take much time to complete the whole dance.

"Brother!" He Simeng called out to Lu Zhaomian, "Come here and help me see how I dance."

Lu Zhaomian nodded, and walked over while flexing her wrist.

He Simeng seemed a little nervous, and after taking a light breath, he jumped up as if he was dead.

His progress is very slow, and he can barely get the first half down after learning for a long time. In some places where the rhythm is relatively fast, his hands and feet can't even keep up with the beat, so that he puts it on reflexively as soon as he hears the place where the rhythm is faster. pain mask.

In addition, his body is a little too thin, and he can't control his body when doing some powerful movements, like a bamboo pole swaying in the wind.

"Expression management, big brother." Jiang Fu looked at him with a face that couldn't bear to look directly, and gave Lu Zhaomian the part of commenting on the dance, "Come on, Xiao Lu, come and teach on the spot."

Lu Zhaomian scratched her chin with a dull expression.

"Why don't we start from scratch?" Lu Zhaomian said politely, looking up at He Simeng cautiously.

He Simeng instantly understood Lu Zhaomian's meaning, his face collapsed, and he wanted to cry without tears: "It's so difficult, why is it so difficult, I feel like my limbs just grew out, they all have their own ideas. "

"Then your limbs are in pretty good shape." Lu Zhaomian subconsciously glanced at He Simeng's limbs, and praised them solemnly.

He Simeng: "..." Do you think you are so polite?

In the end, in order to improve efficiency, they still divided into groups, Mo Tingxing went to teach He Simeng from the beginning, and Lu Zhaomian was snatched away by Jiang Fu.

Lu Zhaomian looked at Jiang Fu's wolf-like eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

"Don't be nervous, you." Jiang Fu saw that Lu Zhaomian looked away in horror, and comforted him, "I won't force you to jump, don't worry, I'll do it again for you to see?"

Lu Zhaomian nodded quickly: "Okay."

Jiang Fu took a deep breath and did it again.

Lu Zhaomian is very serious about the dance he likes. When he purses his lips and frowns, he looks a little unreasonable. Coupled with his stern facial features, he seems to be about to stab someone with a knife in the next second.

He doesn't look like his cute little brother at all!

Jiang Fu trembled.

Lu Zhaomian pursed her lips and walked forward, walked around Jiang Fu and stood behind him, put her hands on his waist and said in a low voice: "Don't move your part, do it again, the hips must first turn to the right and then to the left... ...."

Lu Zhaomian explained it in detail, and Jiang Fu seemed to understand a little bit.

The door of the training room rang suddenly, and the cameraman sneaked in sneakily, and the dark camera suddenly turned on Lu Zhaomian and Jiang Fu.

The cameraman narrowed his pupils.

What good thing did he capture?

Jiang Fu is half a head shorter than Lu Zhaomian, and his body frame is also smaller. Huddled in Lu Zhaomian's arms, there is a sense of being a little bird. Lu Zhaomian put his hands on Jiang Fu's waist, slightly lowered his head, The sweaty hair tails were sticking to the cheeks, which made the cheeks whiter and brighter, with a thrilling beauty.

After Lu Zhaomian heard the movement, she raised her eyes and looked over, her eyes were fixed, looking fierce and wild.

Like a little wolf cub.

The photographer swallowed, and explained in a low voice: "Shoot some material, you can practice yours."

Only then did Lu Zhaomian look away, and her bony hands moved away from Jiang Fu's body.

The photographer felt a little pity, but he still dutifully took pictures for a while.

They practiced for a long time before returning to the dormitory exhausted. After queuing up for a shower, they went to bed one after another.

The big lesson for Class B on the second day is vocal music.

Yu Shenwu was very gentle when he commented on them on the first stage, and he would joke with them from time to time. The trainees all had a good impression of him, and when he arrived, he stood neatly in the practice room and greeted Shen Wu respectfully. enter the door.

"What are you doing here? Welcome guests?"

As soon as Yu Shenwu entered the room, he saw a whole row of trainees standing upright, and when he saw himself coming in, he bowed respectfully and shouted in unison: "Welcome Teacher Yu Shenwu to the training room of Class B. "

Yu Shenwu was at a loss, and couldn't hold back his laughter for a moment after he figured it out.

"Stay flat." Yu Chenwu pretended to be serious, "Don't bend over, young people can't do that with their backs."

Only then did the trainees straighten their backs, and some people rubbed them artificially, making it look like they were seriously injured.

Yu Shenwu was overjoyed, and laughed and cursed.

"Okay, don't gossiping, we have to hurry up and train." Yu Shenwu sat in front of the piano in the training room, and beckoned the trainees to surround him. Lu Zhaomian was pushed to the front inexplicably, dazed Blinking slowly, he and Yu Chenwu looked at each other.

"Everyone should have got the lyrics, shall we sing together first?" Yu Chenwu had already rested his hands on the keys, obviously the question was just a polite way.

"Okay." The trainees replied sparsely.

After singing once, everyone fell silent. Obviously, they also found that the singing was not satisfactory.

The smile on Yu Chenwu's face also disappeared, his fingertips danced briskly on the keys a few times, and then said lightly: "Do it again."

The trainees bit the bullet and sang it again.

"Do you think three days is a long time?" Yu Shenwu looked up at the big boys, "You haven't even memorized the most basic lyrics."

Several trainees lowered their heads in shame.

Seeing them like this, Yu Shenwu couldn't bear it anymore, and said a word of comfort: "You must pay more attention to the theme song assessment. You don't look at anything else, just look at our evaluation of you. You dance well and sing well. If it is good, you will be able to enter Class A with confidence, and you will be able to stand on the stage in style."

"Come on, sing it one by one, and I'll see your questions." Yu Chenwu put his hands on the keys again.

A big class lasted nearly three hours, and every minute and every second was arranged by Yu Shenwu. After the whole big class, almost every student gained a lot.

"Jiang Fu sang very well, and if I continue to maintain my evaluation, I won't be low." Before Shen Wu left, he commented again, "There are also Yu Jia and Mo Tingxing, who sang well..."

Yu Shenwu paused for a moment, then turned his attention to Lu Zhaomian.

"As for Lu Zhaomian, among other things, your progress is very fast, and your voice is very suitable for this song." Yu Shenwu said, "But it's not enough, your vocal music is still not good enough for your dance, and your voice is still not good enough for your dance. Work hard."

Yu Chenwu patted Lu Zhaomian on the shoulder.

Mo Tingxing and the others looked at Lu Zhaomian worriedly.

But Lu Zhaomian didn't seem to be affected by anything, her hair was laid obediently on her forehead, she nodded slightly and said "OK."

Yu Shenwu was taken aback.

In private, Lu Zhaomian's voice is always low, and the tail sound seems to be habitually stretched back, it sounds a little soft and waxy, and it seems that the ears are starting to go numb when they get into the ears.

It's completely different from singing on stage.

Yu Chenwu looked at him again.

This plasticity is really strong.

Yu Chenwu pushed the door and left. The trainees watched Yu Chenwu leave tensely, and they breathed a sigh of relief after the door closed.

I sang this song for several hours, and I felt that my throat was burning like smoke.

The trainees were hungry, so they packed up their things and went to the cafeteria to eat.

Before taking two more steps, the door of the training room opened again, and Yu Shenwu poked his head out from the door.

The trainees gasped nervously.

"Did you not have a teacher to teach dance yesterday?" Yu Chenwu also heard about Fang Tongtong's injury.

Hearing this, the trainees looked at Lu Zhaomian subconsciously.

Yu Shenwu didn't notice, and then said: "The program team has rescheduled the classes for you, this afternoon's big class will be dancing..."

Yu Chenwu blinked slyly, "I heard that a great dancer has been arranged for you."

"Lying..." Some students couldn't hold back, and after saying the first word, they suddenly covered their mouths, and forcefully held back the foul words that were stuck in their throats.

"Really? Who is who?"

Yu Shenwu smiled secretly, stretched out his finger and waved in front of them, "You will know in the afternoon." After speaking, he closed the door and left.

The trainees spent the whole noon with anticipation. After eating, they ran back to the training room one after another. While practicing, they waited for the "dance master" who would come to teach them in the afternoon.

Maybe because they have something in their mind all the time, they are a little absent-minded during practice.

Lu Zhaomian is quite serious, as long as she starts dancing, she will take it seriously and try her best to finish the dance, without any perfunctory.

His movements are like flowing water, and there is both vigor and tension between his movements, as well as his own unique style and aura.

Very eye-catching.

The trainee of Class B was still staring at the gate eagerly, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Lu Zhaomian, couldn't take his eyes off, and unknowingly jumped up after him.

Lu Zhaomian thought about it, discussed with Li Jinchen and decided to give them the rest of the dance.

Time passed quickly, everyone was immersed in the dance, and for a while forgot about the "Dancing Master" who was coming in the afternoon.

After someone pushed the door of the training room open, the anticipation and enthusiasm of the trainees, which was about to subside, surged up again.

The trainees waited with bated breath, even Lu Zhaomian was a little curious, tilting his head to look at the gate.

The figure looked familiar, and all the trainees felt that they looked at each other suspiciously back and forth a few times with their companions, feeling an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, when He Sihan pushed the door fully open and came in, all the trainees subconsciously "shh".

He Sihan: "???" Is he so unpopular?

"Hehe." He Sihan sneered, and said in a strange way, "Okay, thanks to the fact that I took the initiative to work overtime to teach you, is it self-indulgent?"

"No, no, how could it be?"

"Yes, yes, we are too happy to see you!"

The contestants reacted quickly and began to fart rainbows.

He Sihan was unmoved. When he debuted, these brats hadn't been weaned yet, so he just listened to this little compliment, how could he take it seriously?

"Okay, stop." He Sihan crossed his hands and made a pause gesture, "Stop talking, your ears are getting callused, don't waste time, how are you learning Wu now? Don't you know it at all?? "

"Ah, here." The contestants looked at each other, and finally glanced at Lu Zhaomian in unison.

Lu Zhaomian was wearing a blue long-sleeved sweater, probably because of the heat, she rolled up her sleeves, revealing a section of her fair arms. Seeing everyone staring at her, she hesitated for a while and answered, "You're good at learning."

He Sihan was just asking, he was well informed, so he naturally knew that Fang Tongtong didn't teach them at all yesterday, and Lu Zhaomian's words were okay, probably just perfunctory him.

He Sihan didn't think much about it, secretly thinking that his task today is probably very heavy.

"Then you guys try dancing once? Let me see how you are doing now." He Sihan thought for a while, planning to find out first.

As soon as the voice fell, the staff played the theme song.

When the music sounded, the trainees jumped up reflexively. The movements that Lu Zhaomian picked up for them step by step turned into frame-by-frame pictures, which came to mind the moment the music sounded. The practice of the day seems to have given them some muscle memory. Although there are still some hesitation and unfamiliarity, the overall look is not bad.

He Sihan sat cross-legged on the ground, and only after seeing the end of the music did he let go of the hand supporting his cheek, with a complicated expression that made it difficult to understand for a while.

The trainees were a little restless, and stood obediently waiting for He Sihan's evaluation.

He Sihan raised his head, seemed to sigh, and his Adam's apple, which was exposed in front of the trainees, rolled slightly.

"Come on, Lu Zhaomian." He Sihan moved his neck and beckoned to Lu Zhaomian who was at the front, "You dance alone for me to see."

Hearing this, Lu Zhaomian walked out of the team, the light fell into his black eyes and merged into bright starlight, his movements were terribly smooth, it seemed that every movement had been engraved into his flesh and blood, just gently Mobilize the limbs freely to dance the dance to the extreme.

He Sihan's expression gradually became sad, and his eyes looked directly at Lu Zhaomian, who was panting slightly through the mirror.

Ok, so you said "it's okay" is not perfunctory.

It turned out to be modest!

He Sihan realized.