Chapter 63: shrimp

After a tough lunch, a certain nosebleed-happy milk star quickly fled back to the practice room.

Most of the 29 students in Class F went back to their dormitories to rest, and there were only seven or eight people in the practice room, repeatedly memorizing their moves in the mirror.

Xingchen Qi turned around and left the practice room, and went to the next class A to take a look.

There are six students in Class A, all of whom are in attendance.

So, it's really not just a matter of talent or late entry into the industry that makes some practitioners fall into the F class.

He went to the other classes, returned to the practice room of class F, observed for a moment, walked to the practice students and asked, "Did you record the teacher's video?"

The eight practitioners didn't expect him to speak up and froze before answering, "Recorded."

"Tune out," Xingchen Qi said, "and I'll walk you through it."

Everyone took out their cell phones, and Xingchen Qi took the first one handed to him to take a look.

There is only a video of the teacher showing, no explanation video.

Other people also, the teacher explained when all carefully follow the study, did not have time to record video.

"...... Forget it, put it away," Xingchen Qi felt quite a headache, "Don't watch the video, I'll break down the moves for you."

Hearing him say that, the practitioners were even more surprised.

Xingchen Qi ? Starlight Observer? Breakdown action?

Throughout his resume since his debut: he played two or three small supporting roles in web dramas, participated in a big hit variety show, officially announced a star-studded drama, which has not been aired so far, and received an endorsement for a brand of perfume ......

After that it came to My Time.

None of the activities were related to singing and dancing.

So ...... Can he dance?

It's not a blind barren jump to show yourself in front of the camera, is it?

Originally they eight bottom is thin, with or without crooked not to mention, three days for them is very, very tight.

They do not want to waste even a single minute, to accompany the starlight observers for show.

The eight practitioners looked at each other, made eye contact, and prepared to send a representative to say no.

Unfortunately, Xingchen Qi did not care about them, taking off his clothes by himself, clapping his hands, "Okay, focus, let's break down the first eight beats. First, one, two, three, four first four beats are empty, the fifth beat, side head, fingers than gun-shaped pointing at the camera ......"

As soon as the words left his mouth, he made his first starting move.

Seeing no chance to refuse, the trainees could only give up the idea they had just had and do the moves with him in a hard-headed manner.

At first, the movements were simple and the first four eight beats were quickly learned. The further they went, the more shocked the participants' expressions became.

The more they found out that this starlight observer seemed to be really teaching them and not for show.

Starlight observer did not watch the teacher's video, but broke down the movements very clearly, apparently like Ye Bai, has learned the whole dance in advance.

The strength and standard of the movements, even the angle of the arm lift, are no different from those of a professional teacher, clean and crisp.

I have to say, much better than them.

It was a match for all the students who were weak in dance in A class.

The eight trainees were convinced and began to look at Xingchen Qi in the mirror and followed him carefully, one by one, as he went down the list.

The practice time always passes quickly. After learning the first main song part, at 1:20, the other practitioners of class F dragged themselves into the practice room.

East a gang of west a group, there are yawning, there is a brush of friends, surprisingly there is a voice chat with friends, see the camera before rushing to put away the phone.

Xingchen Qi stepped back to the side and frowned, but didn't say anything. The cameras were in, and he had to give them enough face.

The dance teacher stepped into the classroom at the right time, first took the students to finish warming up and smiled, "Come, let's review the two major sections in the morning."

The review is not like a beginner, no need to fine tune one movement after another, so she counts the beats very quickly, about 0.5 times slower than the tempo of the theme song.

The hard part is that after one review, not many people could follow her.

"The three in the middle of the first row, the whole row of the second row and the two on the right of the third row are good, the rest are not proficient enough," said the teacher, "time is too short, I can only take you from the beginning once more. This time you must write down whatever method you use, OK?"

"O--K--"

The trainees replied in a long drawn out voice.

Get assured that the teacher again breaks it down from the beginning.

But the situation was different from what she thought, most of them did not fight to remember the action carefully. There were even a few trainees poking their heads, talking to each other, and poking the second row of trainees in the back in a very disturbing way:

"You're learning so fast, oh, what a memory."

"Thanks. I have an average memory and Mr. Qi took us to train at noon."

"Starlight Observer? He can dance?"

" Qian Wu!" The teacher pulled down her face and shouted, "Concentrate on your studies, you can talk after class if you want to!"

Qian Wu immediately bowed and admitted his mistake, and muttered something in a low voice when he saw the teacher continue teaching.

This freak out made the F class nervous for a while. After the morning movement review, we moved on to the teaching of new movements.

A thin murmur of voices rang through the practice room again.

Xingchen Qi sat beside the camera master on the left, and clearly saw that the lecturer's face slowly emerged with an expression of resignation and endurance.

--But she didn't dare to reprimand the trainees too much, what if any of them had fans and scolded her after the show was broadcast?

She could only hold herself back.

"Sorry to interrupt."

A male voice came from her left and the teacher turned around to see Xingchen Qi standing up. Xingchen Qi nodded to her first as a sign of apology and asked, "Can I have five minutes?"

"Yes."

"Thanks." Xingchen Qi said thank you and walked over to the teacher.

The camera master heard his poor tone and quickly adjusted the focus and pulled the upper body into a close-up. Xingchen Qi's white, zero-pore face immediately appeared in the camera.

"Today after lunch, I went to each class to look around. 6 people in class A, all in the practice room; 15 people in class B, 13 in the practice room; 18 people in class C, 14 in the practice room; 20 people in class D, 13 in the practice room. And our class, 29 people ......"

Xingchen Qi's voice was low, "Guess how many people are in the practice room."

There was silence at the bottom and no one made a sound.

"Eight people, only eight people," Xingchen Qi steepled her volume, "not even half of 29."

He was young, his status was not considered a mentor, and the F class trainees had no fear of him and never paid much attention to him.

At this moment, listening to his anger, are scared frozen in place, staring forward with big eyes.

Xingchen Qi looked straight back at them, "Yes, the first rating to class F is the worst start, which means that you have a high probability of being eliminated, I understand your thoughts ...... But are you willing to leave like this?"

"Entering the group with the expectations of the company and family, sharing the camera with eighty-eight people, and finally being cut in post to show only two or three sides ......"

"It may not be a month before the audience forgets you ever came to this stage - are you willing to do that?"

This is not a good thing to say, but it almost perfectly hits them in the heart. The trainee closest to Xingchen Qi lowered his head, and the back row of trainee's faces gradually turned red.

"The reason why the team designed the first two rounds without eliminating the contestants is to give the audience more opportunities to get to know you, to give you the chance to improve yourselves, to canvass for yourselves and to fight for advancement to the next round," Xingchen Qi paused, "unfortunately, today I only saw eight people grasp the They are good people."

"And the rest of you, I don't know what you're planning, I just have one thing left to say."

He took a deep breath and swept his eyes over the four rows of practitioners one by one: "I believe that each of you, each of you, came here to participate in the talent show with the desire to be on the stage. The stage is big, beautiful and bright, while only half a day has passed, you work hard, maybe you still have time to stand up."

"I'll stay and practice with you guys tonight when the class ends at 8:00. Those of you who want to go back to the dorm feel free to go, and those of you who want to practice, I'll do my best to answer all your questions."

"That's all I have to say, I'm sorry to disturb you, teacher, please continue your lesson."

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After saying that, Xingchen Qi left the practice room without looking at the participants' reactions.

Turning into the bathroom, he braced his hands on the sink, only to find himself short of breath and clogged up inside.

How can anyone easily give up the opportunity to go to a brighter place than the dark years of the acrobatic troupe?

The light is just ahead, within reach, so why not work hard to get it?

He turned on the faucet and filled a few handfuls of water. The cold feeling in his stomach can be much calmer. He dried the corner of his mouth and slowly paced back to class F.

Perhaps the trainees were intimidated by him, and this afternoon, there was no more indiscipline or cross talk.

In the blink of an eye, the hour hand went to eight o'clock and the teacher announced the end of class. Before he left, he whispered a "hard work".

"You work harder," Xingchen Qi shook her head, watched the teacher go out, and then said to the practitioners, "You guys go eat, I'll wait here until 9:00, if no one is there at 9:00 I'll leave too."

After the words, he called up WeChat and sent a message to Ran An: [I'll stay a while, you and Uncle Qin don't wait for me, go back to the hotel first].

Putting away his phone, he looked up, but found that all the trainees maintained the same formation as earlier, motionless and looking at him with bated breath.

"Qi, Mr. Qi ......" Qian Wu stumbled, "The movements of the chorus part in the afternoon are so difficult, we didn't learn them, can you take us to practice a few more times?"

Xingchen Qi was stunned.

"It won't take you long, you tell us the essentials and we'll take care of the rest ourselves!"

"......"

Xingchen Qi rubbed the tip of his nose and took off his jacket: "What are you looking at me for, play music!"

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Class D is faster than Class F. We have learned all the dance moves today, and we can switch to voice lessons tomorrow after another half day of consolidation.

At 8:30, Ye Bai arranged for the selected class leaders to lead the students to practice. Before leaving, I wanted to see if Xingchen Qi had left and found the practice room of class F.

Push open the door, only to see the room full of big boys stretching their arms, stirring legs, stirring legs, wailing wailing, the effect is comparable to a group of devils dancing.

Amidst the dancing mass of demons, the man he was looking for was holding his arms, sweatshirt top tied around his waist, weaving through the participants, his voice on the verge of collapse::

"When Wave uses the big arm to drive the small arm, what's the point of flapping your arms? You're not a white swan!"

"The waist collapses down and down again ...... Yes that's it, don't be afraid of the pain, the pain will be good when you get used to it ha!"

"The last action is not done, do not rush to do the next, panic which can not be done in place. First practice two movements separately and then consider the articulation problem, you think the audience can not see that you are paddling?"

"Yo, the splits are pretty good ...... What? You said you didn't do the splits? Then your legs are split so wide? Give me back!"

The trainee who was spotted was not only not angry, but also smiled quite happily while coaxing Xingchen Qi to adjust his posture according to his instructions.

The house is a happy scene ...... Maybe it would be better if the smell of sweat was less.

Ye Bai covered his nose, his eyes walked around with Xingchen Qi, and after almost five minutes, a sharp-eyed practitioner grew his mouth wide: "Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo!"

"...... Hmm?" Xingchen Qi subconsciously twisted her head.

The line of sight touched the long body at the door, immediately put down his arms, stand at ease, put away the "teeth and claws" face.

"Class D is over?" Xingchen Qi asked Ye Bai obediently. Xingchen Qi asked Ye Bai obediently.

"No, I had the class president take them to practice," Ye Bai raised an eyebrow, "How long do you need."

"I can't say, they are poorly grounded, I'll walk them through the details."

"Okay," Ye Bai took a long step, "then I'll teach them with you too."

At the sound of this, the F class screamed and nearly raised the roof!

They didn't expect Ye Bai to take on the battle for Xingchen Qi himself.

It is no exaggeration to say that a small part of this house are night sky or roadside fans.

Can and their favorite stars close contact, simply do not be too happy, right?

Ye Bai has always had a strong sense of action, so she started instructing them one by one from the first row right away.

Xingchen Qi didn't mind not eating himself, but didn't want Ye Bai to be hungry. Fortunately, Ran An insisted on not leaving, and he took Ran An to buy box lunches for D and F classes.

The practice room of class F was the largest, and when the meal was brought back, Ye Bai called the people of class D to class F. A group of people sat in a large circle around them.

After distributing the lunch box, Qian Wu opposite Ye Bai looked at Ye Bai's lunch box and then at his own, scratching the back of his head, "Hey, Mr. Bo's lunch box is so advanced, it's different from ours."

The next person hurriedly elbowed him: "The teacher's meal can be the same as ours? Stop eating your food."

"But, but Mr. Qi is the same as us. ...... The dishes are all the same, broccoli, cabbage, shredded fish and pork, braised pork. Mr. Park's one is quinoa, steak, can't see the rest ...... Oh, there are prawns!"

"Hiss ...... You're right, it really is, yeah."

The sound of their conversation was so loud that it got into Ye Bai's ears, and Ye Bai looked sideways at the little fan.

The little fan held the lunch box, using his buttocks as the axis, his feet stomped on the ground and instantly changed to a position with his back to him.

Ye Bai couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Three minutes later, Xingchen Qi reached out a hand at the side of his waist. Before he could see what Ye Bai was holding in his hand, two large, shiny prawns had appeared in his lunchbox.

Class D & Class F: "Yo Yo Yo Yo!"