"What's Class B doing? They're going to go all out right away?"
Class A never thought that they had only played a relatively easy song "Speed Storm", but were ambushed by Class B. Class B did not play tricks on them and directly used their strongest killer move "Mulan".
The face of the teacher of Class A was as ugly as an eggplant, or even uglier than an eggplant.
This game is a 50-50 match. As long as Class B wins three games, they will be considered the winner even if they just do nothing in the remaining two games.
The teacher of Class A never took the students of Class B seriously. They were not even as good as their worst group, "Rush".
When he was arranging the lineup, he wanted to let "Speed Storm" go on stage first to gain some attention.
He also had his own selfish motives. Although "Rush" was not good, his nephew was in it. As long as his nephew performed well and signed a contract with a company, his family would also be able to become successful.
In fact, the degree of completion of "Speed Storm" is quite good, but it is too flat. Apart from the good stage effects, there is nothing special to be found.
But even so, he is still better than those ugly guys in Class B, and he is still confident that he can win the first public competition.
Unexpectedly, Class B immediately resorted to the killer move of "Mulan." Before the Class A instructor had time to catch his breath, he saw Zhou Jinxi, the "troublemaker" from Class B, standing up.
Wow, he grabbed everyone's attention the moment he arrived.
He doesn't even need too much stage decoration; just him standing there is enough to drive the little fans in the audience crazy.
Yuan Xiuxiu in the audience was so excited when she saw the 1.8-meter-tall handsome guy appear on the stage that she almost fainted.
It was her good friend Momo who pinched her Ren Zhong point in time to bring her back to consciousness.
"Oh my god, are amateur singing and dancing performances this high quality now? Where did you find this gem? She's so stunningly beautiful."
"Oh, he's looking at me. Momo, he's looking at me!" Yuan Xiuxiu excitedly stretched out her right hand and waved it vigorously. "Zhou Jinxi, Zhou Jinxi, look here. I love you!!!"
Momo was deafened by her overly excited noise. "Be quiet! Don't go crazy before you even start dancing on stage."
"Wow, how can she be so beautiful? I want to be his wife." Yuan Xiuxiu's eyes were filled with tears of excitement, and her infatuated look made Momo very dissatisfied. "Wipe your saliva. Also, isn't Ning Su your idol? Why did you change your crush?"
"Everyone loves handsome men, but I'm not allowed to have more husbands. Look, he's about to jump."
Momo breathed a sigh of relief and thought: It finally started, otherwise she would go crazy.
"Dark clouds press down on the city, threatening to collapse it; armor gleams in the sun, its golden scales unfolding."
Seeing the dark and suffocating stage setting that looked like thick fog, the only image Yuan Xiuxiu could think of was described by the above two lines of poetry.
It's too depressing.
It is hard to imagine that this is a singing and dancing stage that pleases the body and mind.
The atmosphere on the stage alone is enough to make people breathless.
It was especially impressive to see a group of people taking heavy steps and settling down beside the stage, some standing, some kneeling, some lying down, with only five of them posing in different postures.
This is by no means a pursuit of uniform dance, but rather the use of the stage advantage to recreate a glorious period that is unique to Mulan.
He is just like Zhou Jinxi who is standing in the C position at this moment. As a leader, he leads a group of soldiers to break out of the siege and revive the country.
They say women are as brave as men, but Mulan was as rough as a man, sleeping in the open air and struggling to move forward. Many times, she forgot whether she was a man or a woman, her eyes and heart were concerned with human affairs and the fate of the entire country.
There is no gender distinction on the battlefield, and survival is the wish of every soldier. As the general who leads them out of the siege, what he has to do is to stop killing with killing, end the chaos as soon as possible, and restore world peace.
The young man's voice was tragic, like the unwilling roar before death on the battlefield. His cry sounded like the cry of blood of a cuckoo and the wailing of a monkey. It was completely different from the originally expected scene, making it seem like a farewell between life and death.
The others quickly lost their composure. Pei Yiming, for example, felt that singing was like a stage play. It was fresh, but not suitable for this stage. He glanced at Mo Zechuan and saw him staring at the stage with tears streaming down his face. He handed him a tissue and said helplessly, "You can't cry so pathetically, can you?"
"You don't understand. They are acting out what I've experienced."
"Where?" When did Mo Zechuan, a businessman, go to the battlefield to kill the enemy?
"In a dream." Mo Zechuan wiped away his tears and looked at the stage again.
No matter what he said, Pei Yiming would just think he was overthinking it and would never resonate with him emotionally.
The only one who can match him in all aspects is Xiao Zhou, and he is the most suitable one for him.
"If you're too tragic, you'll lose." Pei Yiming sighed and said, "Even though I'm an outsider, I know that the stage is about popularity. You came up and started to criticize the show. How can the audience, who are just children, understand the true purpose of the stage?"
"He won't lose."
Mo Zechuan has a mysterious confidence in Xiao Zhou.
He believed in Xiao Zhou's choice, either not do it or do it to the best of his ability.
"Look, the stage style has changed."
As the song became more passionate and high-pitched, the lineup changed again and again. When the stage lights went out, everyone remembered one thing from their grief: what were they doing there?
They came to see the handsome boys dance, not to see them perform a skit.
Even if there is no passionate dance in the first public performance, there should at least be something lively and lively. You can't make people cry right from the start. Is this a singing and dancing stage or a drama stage?
As the sighs and whispers grew louder, Class A's instructor stopped Cheng Jiang and said triumphantly, "Old Cheng, it looks like you've made a wrong bet. We're sure to win this round."
Cheng Jiang looked at the stage shrouded in darkness and smiled without saying a word.
The fun has just begun.
Elsewhere, Momo pulled out a tissue and handed it to the tearful Yuan Xiuxiu. She twitched the corners of her stiff lips and said, "Just watching a singing and dancing performance, are you really that emotional?"
"As for that, it's too tearful." Yuan Xiuxiu sniffed twice and blew her nose with a tissue. Momo looked disgusted. "What's so good about it? I want to read passionate youth, not serious literature. You..."
As Momo was speaking, the stage lights suddenly lit up.
A beam of "moonlight" hit the young general Zhou Jinxi, who was wearing a purple-gold crown, chain mail with a scarlet cloak, and holding a spear.
At that moment, Yuan Xiuxiu, who originally had a very rich vocabulary, was buzzing with excitement and could not think of anything. She was so excited when she saw his back. After thinking for a long time, she said, "Wow, this is so handsome."
Not only him, but everyone present had a very different expression.
Class A's instructor's face turned the color of liver. He looked at Cheng Jiang and gritted his teeth, "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You're putting all your hopes on him and expecting him to lead Class B to victory. Dream on!"
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