Lin Jianlu: "..."

Whether he is a transvestite or not, Lin Jianlu has reservations about this question.

He said: "It's over now, let's go."

"Huh? Aren't you going to say hello?" Su Linpei had long since tacitly accepted that there was a special relationship between Lin Jianlu and Yan Han, so he asked this question.

But Lin Jianlu looked at him strangely and said: "No, I have an appointment tonight..."

Before he finished speaking, he was drowned out by the earth-shaking sound effects of the video game arcade -

"The second round of the Street Dance King Audition officially begins!"

In the small venue, a stage was temporarily built in front of four dance machines. The host stood on the stage. Because it was an audition, there was no need for any mat, and he directly announced the list of the first group of contestants.

Coincidentally, Yan Han was on the list of the first group.

Hearing this name, Lin Jianlu hesitated for a moment, but still stopped.

The four dance machines are naturally divided into groups of four. The first round of the audition adopts a four-to-two elimination system. The rules are very simple. Each group of four people will compete against each other, and two will be eliminated and two will remain. It is simple and crude, and the winner is determined in one round.

The order is randomly drawn from all the registered players. Such a rule has limitations and is relatively unfair. It may happen that the opponent in the group assigned to is too strong and the players with good abilities will be eliminated. But what is the saying, luck is also a kind of strength.

Wen Juerong was nervous when he heard Yan Han's name suddenly, and wanted to cheer him up.

Unexpectedly, Yan Han had already stood on a dance machine and moved his limbs and shoulders.

Yan Han actually didn't have any expectations, but perhaps it was this lack of desire that made him relaxed and behaved very naturally.

The music started, and for the sake of fairness, the four dance machines chose the same songs and the same difficulty, which were also randomly selected. Considering that the songs chosen by the audition organizers were not difficult, when the cheerful notes slid across the screen, Yan Han stepped on the corresponding keys just right.

He found that this was not as difficult as he had imagined.

Because of his naturally good physical fitness, his reaction was also different from that of ordinary people.

Many times, his brain did not react, but his feet and hands had already touched the corresponding keys following the rhythm and the prompts on the screen.

After a prelude, Yan Han had already gotten used to this rhythm and was more relaxed.

When he reached the climax, he even had the energy to optimize his movements. After all, the competition has weights. The score of the dance machine accounts for 80%, and the remaining 20% ​​is decided by the judges.

The scoring is based on the coordination and beauty of the contestants' limbs.

Up, down, left, right, left, up, down, right, left, left, right ... right, left, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right,

right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right, right

, But his body was soft and charming, and his footsteps and arm movements were full of charm, like the colorful clouds dyed red by the setting sun, fierce and soft, and brilliantly red. His

short black hair flew freely in the air with his movements, and sometimes he exposed his stunning face to the public. With his movements, he seemed to be the strongest and softest being in the world.

No one knew how he combined this strength and softness, but he did it.

The noise in the arcade and the participants on the other dance machines seemed to have become the background, and people unconsciously set their eyes on Yan Han.

"Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen someone play the dance machine so...professionally."

"...He obviously has no expression, but he's so handsome!"

"Who said he has no expression? That's an expression full of confidence. He must be a great player! If anyone can stay after the opening of the game, I'll bet on him!"

When others were talking about it, Wen Juerong naturally did not miss this opportunity - he took 270-degree photos of his brother Yan.

Hehe, this set of photos is definitely cool enough to be posted on the anonymous forum, and his brother Yan can also use his own building! Then, as the top fan of Brother Yan, he will be very glorious. Who can get such first-hand resources like him? !

The top fan couldn't help but grin in his heart while taking photos crazily.

After the climax, Yan Han posed for the final time while stepping on the keys steadily.

There was another round of exclamations from the audience.

"Oh my god, where did this god brother come from? He's so handsome! So handsome!"

"Who said it was a little brother? I think it's a little sister. Look at how pretty she is!"

Because she was so beautiful that it was hard to tell whether she was a man or a woman, even the judges couldn't help but pass Yan Han's registration form to each other to see if he was a man or a woman.

Unfortunately, in order to save time, only half of the songs were auditioned.

After posing and standing in the last shift, the song ended and the dance machine began to score.

Yan Han came down from the stage panting slightly, his face a little dark, and he couldn't help feeling very tired.

If he was just jumping on the dance machine, he would never breathe.

He had only been dancing for a little over a minute, and he had to step well and keep his posture graceful and his movements smooth, showing the judges the illusion of a 360-degree beauty without dead angles. He was almost exhausted to death!

"Wow, brother Yan, you are so handsome!" Wen Juerong squeezed through the crowd with a silly face and squeezed to Yan Han's side. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and said to him, "Brother Yan, wipe your sweat quickly, you have worked hard!"

Yan Han: "..."

He was so focused on the dance machine that he didn't know what happened.

He didn't understand why so many people were surrounding him.

Fortunately, the score of the dance machine came out quickly. Yan Han saw the score of 93 on the screen and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

This piece of music is not difficult, and the tempo is also slow, even too simple.

But although he did not miss a single note, a few notes were not perfect because of the wrong timing, and he only got an average or decent score, which is why he got such a score.

In Yan Han's opinion, this problem can actually be avoided, he is still not skilled enough.

Because of this, in his mind, other people's scores are likely to be higher than his.

This is also the reason why he later paid more attention to the sensory effects brought about by temperament and coordination of hands and feet.

However, although he only scored 93 points, the result was unexpected.

He still successfully advanced to the competition.

"Brother Yan! Congratulations!"

Wen Juerong seemed happier than him.

"Thank you." Not being eliminated in the first round means that he is one step closer to the prize, Yan Han is still very happy.

He stretched out his long arm, grabbed Wen Juerong's neck and said, "Come on, I'll treat you to some juice."

"Sure, brother." Wen Juerong was used to Yan Han joking with him like this. He smiled and twisted his strong body to follow Yan Han and said, "You have to treat me. If you win first place, you have to treat me to milk tea!"

Even if it was over today, the semi-finals would not start until all the auditions were over, which meant that even if he could earn the prize money, he would not be able to get it for a while.

But it didn't matter. Yan Han didn't have any big ambitions now. He still had some living expenses in his hand. As long as he could earn the tuition and living expenses before the next semester, it would be fine.

Yan Han left, and the auditions had to continue.

However, the number of people watching the past few games not only did not increase, but some of them left.

The opening dance was so beautiful that I didn't feel so excited when I watched other contestants.

"Let's go too." Lin Jianlu said.

"Hey." Su Linpei said, "Boss, are you going to discuss business? Take me to see it!"

The Lin family's education method is quite unique. Lin Jianlu, who just entered the first year of high school this year, took over part of the family business.

Today I have to meet a client.

"Then let's go together." Lin Jianlu said.

His mind was still full of Yan Han who had just danced on it.

He always felt that the person on the dance machine was not the same person he usually saw in school.

...It should not be just because of the change of clothes.

Thinking about it this way, it is even more interesting.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lin Jianlu was asked by a client to meet in a bar.

The bar was opened by the client himself, so it was relatively formal and minors were not allowed to go there.

But Lin Jianlu was invited by the boss himself to come and play. The reason why

they chose this time to meet here was because the client had a good personal relationship with Lin Jianlu and wanted to invite him to play.

Lin Jianlu, who had changed out of his school uniform, had a calm expression and outstanding temperament. When he entered the door, others would only look at him furtively, and no one would think that he was underage.

However, Su Linpei, who was next to him, had a chubby face and a young face, which attracted some people's attention.

"What would you like to order, sir?" The two of them entered the private room, and the customers had not arrived yet.

Su Linpei looked around the menu, put his finger on a glass of light blue cocktail, and just wanted to say that he wanted this, he heard Lin Jianlu said: "Juice."

"..."

"Okay, sir, what kind of juice do you want? We have orange juice, strawberry blueberry juice, apple carrot..."

"Whatever." Lin Jianlu said.

"Then give me an apple carrot." Su Linpei had a tearful face.