Chapter 38 I changed my mind
While others were practicing singing, Wen Yu was not idle either.
He kept reviewing the choreography in his mind and would change it immediately if he found anything inappropriate.
Time passes by every second.
The song "Spark" was constantly playing in the 101 practice room. Seeing that Wen Yu was choreographing seriously, the other trainees did not disturb him, but practiced singing on their own.
"I'm going to go out for a while."
Wen Yu spent several more hours revising the dance, and finally the initial version of the "Spark" dance came out.
Song Shinian is the instructor of their group, and Wen Yu wants to show him the dance she has choreographed.
If the dance passes Song Shinian's test, he will let the trainees practice it tomorrow; if the dance does not pass Song Shinian's test, he will also make timely modifications.
"You guys can move around freely for a while."
Five hours have passed since lunch.
After singing for such a long time, their bodies felt a little exhausted. Only after hearing Wen Yu say "free time" did the trainees breathe a sigh of relief.
…
Wen Yu asked the staff of the program team and found out Song Shinian's house number, then thanked him.
Song Shinian's room is at the innermost part of the first floor.
This location is relatively quiet.
Wen Yu walked to the door of his room and knocked politely: "...Teacher Song?"
"explain."
Song Shinian opened the door.
"that……"
Wen Yu considered his words carefully: "Can I come in?"
When Song Shinian heard this, his eyes became dark.
Wen Yu immediately thought of what happened before, and he subconsciously explained: "Teacher Song, you misunderstood, it's not what you think..."
"What did I misunderstand?"
Song Shinian looked at Wen Yu with interest.
Ever since he discovered that he had the shadow of "Wen Yu", Song Shinian has become much more tolerant of him.
Wen Yu: "..."
The more you describe it, the worse it gets.
"Do you have time now?"
Wen Yu asked another question.
"That depends on what it is."
Song Shinian raised his eyebrows slightly.
Seeing Song Shinian's curious expression, Wen Yu thought of what happened between him and the original owner.
“Cough cough cough…”
Wen Yu coughed lightly twice and made her intention clear: "I came here to tell you that the dance for 'Fire' has been choreographed. Do you have time to take a look?"
"So soon?"
Song Shinian frowned slightly.
He remembered that Wen Yu's team had drawn the song "Spark" in the morning. The other teams were still at the stage of "practicing the song", but Wen Yu's team had already choreographed the dance?
"right."
Wen Yu nodded.
"I want you to see if there are any shortcomings."
Song Shinian is the mentor of "Pick Me". Other trainees would use the honorific "you" when talking to Song Shinian, but in Wen Yu's subconscious mind, his level was not much different from Song Shinian, so he directly used "you".
Fortunately, Song Shinian didn't care about these details.
Knowing Wen Yu's intention, Song Shinian took two steps back, leaving enough space: "Come in."
Song Shinian's room is very big.
The single room that Wen Yu currently lives in is already the best one among the trainees, but Song Shinian’s room is several times larger than the one Wen Yu lives in.
"Then we..."
Before Wen Yu finished speaking, Song Shinian interrupted her: "Let's get started."
Song Shinian sat on the sofa.
Directly in front of him, there was a large space.
Wen Yu walked right in front of Song Shinian, found the song "Spark" on his mobile phone and started playing it.
Song Shinian looked at Wen Yu nonchalantly.
In fact, he didn't have much hope for the "dance" that Wen Yu mentioned. Choreography is a relatively difficult task, especially for newcomers like them who have not yet made their debut.
But Song Shinian is still Wen Yu's teacher in name. Since the dance has been choreographed, he has the obligation to give guidance.
The prelude of "Spark" is fifteen seconds long.
It is six o'clock in the evening. The sunset has not disappeared yet. The orange-yellow golden light shines through the window onto Wen Yu's body. Wen Yu is facing away from the light, and his face gradually becomes blurred.
As Song Shinian watched, his thoughts became dazed for a few seconds.
His figure is very similar to the deceased Wen Yu.
"When the monsoon wind blows across a burning neck..."
The moment the music started, a smile appeared between Wen Yu's handsome eyebrows. His white sneakers tapped the ground lightly with the beat of the bass drum, and the toes drew tiny semi-arcs on the floor.
"The gravel on the soles of my shoes is burning my stubbornness..."
He suddenly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers. The silver chain on his wrist made a crisp sound. The boy turned around and the hem of his shirt fluttered.
…
"Go ahead! Go ahead! Break through all the iron and copper walls.
In the backlight, thousands of stars fall into my shoulders."
The music soon came to the chorus.
The sweaty bangs brushed across the boy's smiling brows, and his heels made crisp tapping sounds against the floor.
"Go wild! Go wild! Hold the horizon in your hands.
Watch as the clouds part and the light pours down like a waterfall onto the battlefield."
Wen Yu suddenly slid backward, with the five fingers of his left hand spread out against the light, and then clenched into a loose fist as the beat suddenly stopped.
Song Shinian's cold gaze turned hot.
He clenched his fingers at his sides into fists and looked at Wen Yu in front of him in shock.
...How can they be so similar?
Wen Yu's entire attention was on the dance, and she didn't notice anything unusual about Song Shinian.
As time passed, the music came to an end.
"When the storm comes,
We are in the center of the storm.
Standing side by side in the vast universe,
Sing tomorrow to the fullest."
When the song ended, Wen Yu suddenly knelt on one knee, and his fingertips drew a three-meter-long silver arc along the texture of the floor - it turned out that he had a sequin stuck between his fingers, and it was flickering in the dark with his rapid breathing.
Wen Yu was breathing heavily.
The heating in Song Shinian's room was very sufficient, and Wen Yu's dancing was quite intense, so the boy's fair cheeks, earlobes and neck were all stained with a faint red.
"Wen Yu."
Song Shinian looked at the shining boy, his voice hoarse and unbelievable: "I changed my mind."
Wen Yu had just finished dancing. Because the movements were so large, beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead. The sweat wet his shirt, and the muscle lines inside could be vaguely seen.
After hearing the words "I changed my mind", Wen Yu was a little confused for a moment: "What idea?"
"Remember what you said to me in the utility room?"
Song Shinian's eyes were incredibly deep, as if they could swallow Wen Yu up in the next second: "I rejected you, but now... I've changed my mind."
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