After the rebirth, she became a national male god

Chapter 130 Imitation can never be perfect
Su Qingyan gave the four people a blank look, and slapped them on the head mercilessly, "I still have a little medicine left here, do you want to take some too, to cleanse the intestines?"

The four covered their heads in grievance, shaking their heads like a drum.

They are not stupid, what are they doing eating that thing if they have nothing to do!
"Since we have come to participate in this competition, we must win in a fair manner, understand?"

The four chattered, their heads hurt so much that they didn't dare to talk back, but they couldn't be reconciled in their hearts: Then you still drug them?
Su Qingyan saw what the four of them were thinking, but he didn't mean to explain. He smiled confidently: "I think we can definitely win the championship, what do you think?"

Su Qingyan's smile was very contagious, it made them feel like they had already won, and the tension in their hearts couldn't help but relax a little.

"Brother Yan is right, the championship must be ours."

Zhao Lianchen is a guy with no brains at all, and with the confidence of being so noisy and Su Qingyan, he is inexplicably excited.

Zhao Lianchen's roar was like a river bursting its embankment, quickly sweeping away the other three people.

As the only young lady of the Gu family, Gu Manli is loved by thousands of people. She is an extremely proud person. She has never been afraid of anyone except Gu Lingyun since she was a child.

Before, I was also afraid that I would drag Su Qingyan down, so I was extremely nervous.

At this time, seeing Su Qingyan's confident smile and Zhao Lianchen's uplifting expression, the pride in her heart once again defeated her fear, and said with a charming smile: "It's just a champion of the backup dancer selection, isn't that trivial?"

"We will definitely win the championship." Shi Yaoyao smiled sweetly.

Seeing everyone's smiles, Xu Hao's dusty heart also jumped up, as if he had found a sense of belonging, and nodded firmly: "Yeah."

"Then let's do our best!"

Su Qingyan stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, palm down.

Gu Manli was the first to react, and quickly put her hand on it, her cheeks blushing immediately.

She touched Brother Yan's hand.

Zhao Lianchen was only a second slower than Gu Manli, and slapped it fiercely, making a fleshy "pop", and was glared fiercely by Gu Manli.

Zhao Lianchen gave an embarrassed "hehe" smile, and raised his hand cowardly.

Shi Yaoyao put her hand up.

Only then did Zhao Lianchen put his hand on Shi Yaoyao's palm again, and Xu Hao was the last one to put it on, but he was the most determined one from the beginning to the end.

He just simply believed that if he followed Su Qingyan, he would be able to win the championship.

"come on, come on, come on!"

The five looked at each other and smiled, and shouted in unison.

At this time, it happened to be the turn of the last group of players to play.

From the waiting room to the studio, you need to pass through a toilet, but there is a toilet maintenance sign on the door of the toilet.

"Pfft! Are they too unlucky?"

"I have a hunch that they will pull it in their pants before they find the next toilet."

"The picture is so beautiful, I can't imagine it."

"..."

A few people gloated and smiled, and stepped onto the stage with ease.

The first round of the competition did not set up a host. After coming on stage, they were in place under the prompt of the director. After the lighting engineer, prop team, and music were in place, they started dancing directly.

Su Qingyan chose the song of Baili Zhan very flatteringly - Mr. Xiao Sa.

This song is the title song of his self-titled album Mr. Chic. The rhythm is brisk, and the psychedelic style of electronic music and rap is very suitable for the style that young people like nowadays, and it is also very suitable for choreography.

In the original MV, the dance of Baili Zhan is very complicated, integrating various elements of street dance, which is also difficult for professional dancers, let alone beginners.

So when the melody of this song sounded, many contestants showed solemn expressions, and even Baili Zhan's manager was surprised.

Outside the arena, many players scoffed.

"Heh! They actually chose the song of Baili Zhan to dance, isn't it too self-indulgent?"

"Maybe people think that dancing the song of Hundred Miles War can add points?"

"Then they are really stupid. Baili Zhan's dance is notoriously difficult to dance."

"Besides, the dance team of Baili Zhan is the top in China. It is very difficult to dance better than them. Even if the dance is almost good, it will not give people a very amazing feeling. Why don't you choreograph a dance and dance it yourself? , the score will be higher."

"You think highly of them, don't you? Maybe they don't understand choreography at all."

"Hahaha... It's good that everyone knows it well, why bother to say it!"

Not only were the contestants not optimistic about Su Qingyan, but even the judges showed a puzzled smile.

"Qi Xing, I heard that Su Qingyan is from the same school as you!" Taking advantage of the gap between music adjustments, Feng Bai looked at Qi Xing teasingly.

Feng Bai is an old senior in the dance circle. In terms of seniority, her qualifications are higher than Qing Yan's, but she is against Qing Yan as an old man, so naturally she doesn't get along with Qi Xing.

Although Feng Bai and Qingyan are rivals, she appreciates Qingyan from the bottom of her heart.

Qingyan's sudden death made her feel very sorry.

But she didn't like Qi Xing from the bottom of her heart, she always felt that there was a sinister and cunning villain behind Qi Xing's smile.

"Senior Fengbai, my teacher never told me about Su Qingyan when he was alive. Although he suddenly appeared as a student who claimed to be a teacher, after all, it's just his family's story, and I'm not sure."

Qi Xing was as refined as ever, and he cleared up the relationship in a few sentences.

Feng Bai despises, especially hates Qi Xing's sanctimonious and hypocrite appearance.

"I've seen Su Qingyan's performance at the Black Bar. The dance style is indeed very similar to Qingyan's, and even has a bit of Qingyan's youthful demeanor, but he can dance just as well as you!"

Feng Bai's provocation made Qi Xing's eyes shrink, but he still maintained a decent smile.

"There is no need to question the teacher's accomplishments in dance. Many young people now have the dream of dancing after watching the teacher's dance. The teacher can be said to be the enlightenment of many people's dance."

Qi Xing proudly praised Qingyan first, then looked at Feng Bai with a smile, "Many people like to imitate the teacher's dancing style, so Su Qingyan's dancing style is similar to the teacher's, which doesn't mean anything."

"If someone's dancing style is the same as that of Senior Feng Bai, surely Teacher Feng Bai won't mistake that person for his student?"

Of course, the premise is that someone imitates it.

Unfortunately, no.

Although Qi Xing didn't make explicit sarcasm, as long as he understood the grievances between Feng Bai and Qingyan, he could understand the implication in his words in an instant.

Feng Bai once said on a TV program: Imitation can never be perfect.

(End of this chapter)