Tokyo: The evil god doesn't want to be the top star

"Indeed, but the difference is not what we optimized..."

Martin and Jack looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"It's about emotion... Xia Jun's singing this time feels so powerful and exciting..."

Basong also covered his mouth in surprise.

After the joint optimization of several people, Xia Fan's singing voice and rhythm have indeed improved a lot, but the biggest change is the emotion in his singing.

Perhaps it was Hirano Yuta's visit that aroused the inner competitive desire...

Or maybe, after becoming familiar with the song, I have a deeper understanding of it…

Xia Fan's version of the song became more fighting spirit, sonorous and powerful.

The three of them were listening nearby, feeling their blood boiling, as past experiences of hard practice, frustration, and lack of recognition came flooding back to their minds.

An urge to stand on the stage right now, show the audience all my life's skills and shine is burning in my heart.

"Good, the effect this time is great!"

"I can do better in singing skills, but why can't I convey as much emotion as Xia Jun? Is it because of my language proficiency?"

"This kind of singing style that is full of emotion is really impossible to learn!"

After the song was over, the three of them were still immersed in Xia Fan's singing and exclaimed in amazement.

"Anyway, let's just finalize this version first. Everyone, come down and take some time to practice according to it."

Because of their different accents, in order to prevent "leading each other astray", everyone had to practice singing separately, with Xia Fan and Martin helping to correct their pronunciation.

"We've learned most of the dance moves, why don't we just continue practicing?"

"I'll bring lunch back from the cafeteria and eat it in the practice room!"

"That's exactly what I meant. After listening to Xia Jun's song just now, I felt like I had endless energy in my body."

It was as if there was a group of beautiful cheerleaders cheering in front of them, and the emotions of several people were aroused, and they continued to practice dance with overflowing passion.

"I will demonstrate the dance moves and test the angle and lighting of the straight shot."

Martin stood in the middle of the practice room, ready to start demonstrating the dance moves.

"Well, if you want the audience to remember your face, you may need a strong fill light for your face. Ask the production team for one later."

Basong, who had set up the camera and was adjusting the shooting angle, suggested in a distressed tone.

With 101 trainees, the production team naturally did not have the energy to repeatedly help with dance live shooting, so they released shooting parameter specifications and reference videos, requiring the trainees to shoot on their own.

"No problem. I have already prepared for this situation."

"Don't be so surprised. As a non-Chinese trainee, it's normal and reasonable for me to carry a portable folding bag in my pants for a long time."

Under the horrified gazes of the three people, Martin calmly pulled out a long and thick fill light from his crotch, unfolded it and clamped it on the camera stand.

"The whole dance does not have any difficult movements such as splits or high leg lifts. They are all relatively basic and trivial movements..."

"The movements are huge and the switching speed is fast, so be careful not to neglect the coordination with the rhythm..."

"Let's start from the first paragraph. Everyone, try to follow me..."

After clapping their hands, Martin and Basong lined up and began to demonstrate dance moves.

As an African with excellent physical coordination, dancing is one of his racial talents, not to mention that Martin has received formal street dance training since he was a child.

Because Basong was once trained as a "Queen", she naturally learned to dance since she was young. She has long limbs and the flexibility of her joints is no less than that of female dancers.

Although the dance copying time was not long, both of them were able to skillfully break down the dance moves and perform them in a standard manner.

"Wait, compared to the choreographer's move, isn't the amplitude and speed of this move a bit wrong..."

"And here, is there a slight difference in the movements of the two of you?"

But when they stopped and watched their movements in the video again, Martin and Basong frowned.

Martin's height, body length and strength are quite different from those of his choreographer, and the style he performs is extremely wild.

However, due to its temperament and habitual feminine movements when dancing, the bassong appears too feminine.

Obviously every move is the same, but when they are connected, they are very different from the sweet and cool style performed by the choreographer.

"No, I have to take each action apart and do it all over again..."

"Someone needs to put aside his or her personal style before leading everyone to practice dancing together."

If this is the effect, the two people's dance may not even pass the test of the audience and the instructor, let alone help their roommates.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Xia Fan, who was watching quietly on the side, suddenly made a suggestion.

Chapter 227 Physical Monster

2024-07-13

"Have you learned dancing? What kind? How long have you learned it?"

Hearing Xia Fan say this, Jack, who was not good at dancing, was a little surprised.

From the beginning to the end, Xia Fan never showed his dancing skills in the show, and he played and sang by himself on the first stage. Everyone thought he was a trainee who focused on VOCAL or Center.

"I took a few basic street dance classes. It took about, less than a month?"

"However, my dance teachers all praised me for my good coordination and my ability to imitate quickly..."

After hearing Xia Fan's answer, the three people's eyes gradually dimmed.

"Ahem, even if you are a talented dancer, Xia Jun, you just had diarrhea for so long and you haven't even learned the dance moves yet, how can you try..."

Martin advised gently.

"To learn dancing, isn't it enough to just watch and dance?"

As he said this, Xia Fan started playing the choreographer's teaching demonstration video again.

"One, two, three, four... two, two, three, four... three, two, three, four..."

Because he was not familiar with the rhythm of the song yet, Xia Fan shouted slogans like he was doing radio gymnastics and followed the movements in the video...

"Pfft... If we can just watch and dance at the same time, we've been practicing diligently for so many years that our muscles are almost stretched to the limit. What's the point..."

"It doesn't matter if he wants to try it. It's a good time for us to take a break..."

Anyway, each dance only took two or three minutes, so the three of them took the opportunity to drink water and take a break, watching Xia Fan "watch and dance" with a mixture of laughter and tears.

"Wait...his movements..."

"How did you do it……"

But a minute later, the expressions of the three people froze on their faces. They silently took out their mobile phones and played the reference video...

"It's so similar to the choreographer's?"

"No, it can't be said to be similar, it's exactly the same!"

Because, although Xia Fan's "gestures" were a beat slower, they were exactly the same as every movement of the choreographer in the video.

You know, just like everyone's walking gait and posture are different, the same dance performed by different people will sound very different due to different physical conditions, training experience, dance styles and personal styles.

But at this moment, Xia Fan, who was dancing and shouting "slogans", seemed to be playing the "mirror" game with the teacher in the video. The movements were so consistent that there was no difference at all...

"Monster, this guy is a monster, right?"

"This imitation ability is too exaggerated..."

In the eyes of the three people who have a basic dance background, Xia Fan's ability to imitate even someone else's personal style and habitual movements is simply an "anti-human" perverted talent.

"I think I can master the dance moves quickly..."

"It's about the rhythm response, the breath and lyrics when singing, and it takes time to perfect it bit by bit..."

"What do you think?"

After dancing once by himself, Xia Fan was quite dissatisfied.

Although he easily "copied" the choreographer's movements with the help of [stage puppets] and [naked body], there were still many shortcomings in the rhythm, not to mention singing while dancing.

"No problem, it's up to you! Come on, lead the dance, and we'll practice together..."

"What's the problem if the rhythm is not right? Just follow the melody a few times and you will get used to it!"

"Don't worry about singing yet, you can add dancing once you're more practiced."

But when he turned around, he found that his three roommates were looking at him with shining eyes.

Although there are still various flaws, Xia Fan's standard dance moves without any personal style and one-to-one reproduction are exactly the ones that are least likely to lead them astray, and can also be used as a comparison to correct personal habits...

So, Xia Fan, a "beginner in dancing", stood in the middle, led the three of them, and started dancing according to the video...

……

Two hours later.

"No, I can't do that. If I continue like this, I'll break down..."

Basong, whose whole body was drenched in sweat, looked pitiful and weak. He lay on the ground, breathing softly.

"I'm completely exhausted. I surrender... My muscles will be so sore tomorrow that I won't be able to get out of bed..."

Jack, who was not far from him, slid to his knees with trembling hands and feet.

He usually focuses on vocal music and only "dabbles" in dancing. Suddenly, after such a long period of exercise, his body has sounded the "soreness alarm".

"I can't even remember how many times I've played it... I feel like I'm going to vomit if I do it again..."

"Huh... Xia Jun, this guy... looks skinny... but he's jumping until now without even taking a breath... Huh... Doesn't he have endless energy?"

Martin, who was seriously maintaining his dance moves, stared at Xia Fan, the lead dancer, with a look of horror.

Although everyone would stop to summarize and give feedback after each dance, they still danced at least dozens of times in four hours...

Martin, who has participated in dance variety shows and is very confident in his physical fitness, strength and flexibility, can't help but breathe heavily and tense his muscles, which seems like a spent force...

But Xia Fan, who was leading the dance, was only sweating slightly, breathing evenly, and his movements were not deformed at all...

This terrifying physical strength and lung capacity means that even a "marathon" singing and dancing performance is not a problem for him.

"We have indeed been dancing for quite a while... Let's take a break first..."

After finishing this round, Xia Fan nodded with satisfaction.

After four hours of intensive practice and repeated summarization, he has become confident in this dance with low barriers to entry, and claims that he can restore the choreographer's version 100%.

"However, while your body is resting, your vocal cords should not be idle. Let's practice the song a few more times."

"No, I want to rest, a normal and thorough rest, you physical monster..."

Under everyone's desperate gaze, Xia Fan walked to the electronic keyboard with great interest and played the theme song...

……

after one day.

Expensive rosewood solid wood flooring and a whole wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors create a spacious and bright dance studio.

A graceful figure was dancing tirelessly in this luxurious dance room, bathing in the morning light...

Crystal clear sweat drops wet the silver hair tips, slid down the snow-white neck, passed through the slender collarbone, towering chest, and tight waist, and fell to the ground along the slender thighs.

"Yayoi, I'm telling you, you've been recording shows for a few days, and you finally have three days off, but you're not resting and coming here early to practice dancing. Do you have any performance plans?"

The combination door lock of the dance studio was opened from the outside, and Xiaoxi's manager walked in with a worried look on his face.

"I have stopped my music activities indefinitely, so how can I plan any performances..."

"It's just that I stayed at the shrine for too long without practicing dancing, and my muscles and joints feel stiff, so I just danced casually as a workout."

This woman who was dancing alone had been given a three-day holiday during the Yayoi Tsuki because of the "Idol Birth Festival" theme song practice.

Because she was in a private dance studio, she was only wearing a black yoga suit. The tight elastic fabric was soaked with sweat, outlining her undulating curves in great detail, which aroused people's reverie...

Chapter 228: Meaningless After-school Tutoring

2024-07-13