be your white moonlight

Chapter 20 Closed Training (2)

Qin Xiaoxian looked at netizens' replies.

[Buying flowers, writing love letters, and singing love songs. 】

[The method above is too old-fashioned, I guess you must not have caught up with the girl you like. 】

[Invite the girl to a candlelight dinner and get down on one knee to express your love in the romantic atmosphere. 】

[I got down on one knee when I confessed my love upstairs. Do I have to kneel down and kowtow when I propose marriage? 】

[Watch a movie, confess your love in front of the audience at the end of the movie. 】

[The person above is right. You can make a short video of the two of you to record every moment of your acquaintance. I bet the girl will cry to death. 】

【……】

Qin Xiaoxian looked at the replies from netizens and felt that they were all too old-fashioned and unintentional, so he simply turned off his phone. After all, there was still more than a month left and he thought about it slowly.

"Xuan'er, it's time to go on stage." Meng Hetang urged.

Qin Xiaoxian put down his phone and hurried out of the backstage, "It's coming, it's coming."

Cut to France.

"It's 5:15 now. I'll give everyone 15 minutes to put on their sportswear and gather at the playground." The sound of the radio woke me up from my sleep.

I irritably opened the quilt, changed my clothes and walked out of the room.I saw that Nikki hadn't woken up yet, so I knocked on her door and said, "Wake up Nikki, you're late."

Nikki came out of the room sleepily. I didn't care so much, took her hand and ran to the playground.

As soon as we ran to the playground, we saw Amy and Gary standing on the track with speakers. I guess they won't let us run, right?
"Gather!" Amy shouted.

Everyone consciously lined up and stood on the track.

Gary looked at the people in front of him and said, "Let me explain to you that in order to improve your physical fitness, you will need to run 4000 meters, which is 10 laps, every morning and evening."

"Holy shit, is this training special forces or selecting dancers?" "Oh, shit." "Why..." "..."

In an instant, everyone was filled with complaints and complaints.

Gary frowned as he listened to everyone's noise and shouted dissatisfied, "Quiet! The morning run starts now, and you won't be allowed to eat until you finish!"

Everyone did not dare to complain anymore and started running laps resignedly. Nikki and I also followed the big group and ran slowly.

By the fifth lap, Nikki couldn't stand it anymore, "I can't stand it anymore... I can't stand it anymore, ahem, I really can't run anymore..."

My condition wasn't any better than Nikki's, but I could only encourage her out loud, "If you keep at it, we're already halfway there..."

Nikki stopped, bent over, put his hands on his knees, and said out of breath, "I can't run anymore. I can't run anymore."

"What are those two people over there doing? Run!" Instructor Gary's voice came from a distance.

I was so frightened that I dragged Nikki and ran away, "Let's keep going, come on, for your male god JawnHa!"

As soon as Nikki heard about JawnHa, he felt like he was on fire. He dragged me forward and said, "Come on Abby, let's hold on."

After finally finishing 10 laps, Nikki and I collapsed on the playground, gasping for air.

Looking at the dancers on the runway who were still fighting for breakfast, I was sweating for them, but here, being kind to your opponent is being cruel to yourself.

Nikki took my hand and pulled me up from the ground, "Let's go, let's go eat."

I nodded and lifted my feet to keep up with her pace.

Fortunately, although the training is very demanding, the breakfast is still very rich.

The announcement sounded again, "Now please gather all students in the training room corresponding to their dance type!"

Fortunately, Nikki and I didn't run laps for long, and we could have breakfast leisurely. But some dancers were in a worse situation. They just took a few bites, and even some dancers didn't even have time to have breakfast, and they were dominated by the sound of the radio. Go to the training room.

Nikki quickly found her hip-hop training room, and I entered the popping training room where I am good at.

As soon as I entered the door, I found Salah standing at the front. I was confused. What's going on? He couldn't be the instructor, right?He didn't tell me either.

I glared at him angrily, then walked to stand in line.

After all 50 students arrived, Salah began to introduce himself, "Hello everyone, I am Salah, and I will be your instructor. I will guide everyone's dance next."

Everyone shouted in unison, "Hello, teacher."

Salah nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Next, please perform an original work of your own. We will score based on your performance. The bottom ten will be eliminated directly and leave the training camp immediately."

Everyone was whispering to each other and discussing the rules of the game.

When I heard this rule, like everyone else, I sighed inwardly at the cruel rules. According to this elimination ratio, I would soon be a reserve member of the dance troupe.

"Everyone be quiet, let me invite you first..." Salah said after sitting down with several judges and teachers.

I was admiring everyone's dance works from the sidelines. When I encountered good works and good interpretations, I couldn't help but cheer and make the gesture of "explosion" in hip-hop.

“Next, I’d like to invite Abby, No. 35.” Salah shouted my number with excitement.

I walked to the middle, glanced at Salah, said OK, and then posed to wait for the music.

"DJ drop the beat."

I danced to the rhythm of the music, and every dance move was stuck to the beat. Wave, mechanical dance, body separation, funk chick, knee drop, headshot and other big moves came one after another. The students all applauded, and the judges also He nodded his head in praise.

As the music ended, I also ended the performance with a super cool ending.

"Bah bang bang bang" thunderous applause.

After bowing to the judges, I stepped aside to rest.

(End of this chapter)