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Shu Linghan changed from the usual typhoon, becoming hot and charming, setting off waves of screams on the stage.

When she came off the stage, she was out of breath. She held her waist and sighed: "I am too old to dance anymore."

The trainees all thought she was Versailles: "Teacher Shu, if you can't jump, then are we like frogs running?"

"You are young, this is capital, I can't compare with it." Shu Linghan said with a smile, just in time to see Shen Qingzhuo standing in the background watching the performance on the stage, with a sharp profile, she whistled, "Zhuo Shen,

Can I dance well?"

Shen Qingzhuo turned his eyes sideways and said casually: "I can see that you are indeed old."

"????"

Shu Linghan held back a mouthful of old blood in his heart, trembling with cold breath, and pointed at Shen Qingzhuo tremblingly: "I said I can do it myself, you'd better have some discernment, my sister is only twenty-seven this year, do you understand that you are still young?!"

"Eight years older than me." Shen Qingzhuo sat down, spreading his legs casually, his back slightly arched, his slender hands crossed, lazily and seductively, looking at the stage on the big screen, and added, "Auntie."

How amazing is it to be nineteen years old?

Do you think she has never been younger?

No one can stop her from beating Shen Qingzhuo to death today!!!

Shen Qingzhuo is a person who is very talkative in private and can't say a single word.

Shu Linghan gritted his teeth and called his cousin, with tears in his eyes, asking him if Shen Qingzhuo could be fired.

As the ace manager, Mei Toufa said kindly: "Be good, don't mess with my cash cow. If he is unhappy, just let him curse a few more times, and you can't lose a piece of meat."

Who is your cousin?!

Shu Linghan was so sad and angry that he couldn't even maintain the persona of his close eldest sister. He rolled his eyes in a circle and suddenly came closer: "Hey, do you think who is better at dancing, me or your junior sister?"

She obviously wanted to gossip.

As soon as Jiang Li'an entered the backstage, she heard such a sentence. Her fingertips paused for a moment. Thanks to the Internet, she has been extremely sensitive to the words "little junior sister" recently. Everyone kept mumbling it in her ears, even if she couldn't remember it.

"You guys don't have the same style." Shen Qingzhuo said calmly.

Shu Linghan made a cry, turned around and saw Jiang Li'an, saying hello: "Xiao Li'an~"

Jiang Li'an corrected her: "You might as well just call me by my name."

"So cute~" Shu Linghan suddenly turned around and asked Shen Qingzhuo with a smile: "Well, Zhuo Shen, who do you think is better at dancing, me or Jiang Li'an?"

Shen Qingzhuo fluttered his eyelashes and finally gave her a straight look.

His eyes were bright and cold.

Shu Linghan smiled gloomily and ran away after finishing his work: "I still have something to do hahahaha..."

A clear voice sounded casually from behind.

"What she dances is cute, and what you dance is witch. Can it compare to you?"

The entire backstage was eerily quiet.

Shen Qingzhuo obviously didn't feel what he had said. He was sitting in a cold and strange posture, with a calm profile.

Jiang Li'an raised his head and glanced at Shen Qingzhuo, his eyes a little startled.

"Stop standing there, blocking my eyes." Shen Qingzhuo moved a little closer to the sofa, patted the place next to him with clean and distinct fingers, and said to Jiang Li'an, "Sit here."

Shu Linghan took a deep breath, took a deep breath.

You are noble, you are amazing, yet you coax your wife to step on me!

Shen Qingzhuo has the best temper and will never be able to chase anyone in his life!!

The stage performance continues, and the atmosphere reaches a climax.

Shu Linghan and Qiu Huo have both finished their performances. Shen Qingzhuo is the darling of the show team, so of course the director made his appearance in the finale.

The third group is led by Tan Junxi.

The lights on the stage were no longer dazzling and became extremely dim.

The first piano sound sounded.

Breaking the silence of silence.

It's like the sound of rain finally falling at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, after the weather has been cloudy for a long time.

Opening the curtains, rain streaks fell along the windows.

The man was sitting in front of the piano, wearing a white shirt, with his long and distinct fingers resting on the black and white keys. His side face was in the dim light, with a hazy beauty that caught people's hearts.

He looked at a certain void, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. Such eyes revealed an innate sense of melancholy, and along with the piano keys, he expressed his feelings.

The singing started.

The stage for the eight trainees changed from soft to hard, the atmosphere pushed from depression to climax, and the drizzle of light rain suddenly became so violent that it drowned people!

Tan Junxi stood up from the piano and walked to the center of the stage. The queue changed again and everyone was surrounding him. Once the dance style started, it was a climax!

The screams from the audience rose through the sky, and the silver-gray light signs were waved violently.

Tan Junxi's stage is different from the gentlemanly appearance he gives people, and is even completely opposite.

His stage is despair, madness, and huge sorrow that sweeps people away and leaves them with nowhere to hide.

He fell infinitely into the abyss.

The sense of despair erupted in the dance is shocking.

He seemed to be saying.

"Give me a hand."

But it seems to be saying.

"Push me down."

The ultimate contradiction always makes people shudder.

A fan once used this sentence to describe Tan Junxi's stage -

"I saw the moon in the gray world, and later I found out that it was the illusion of drowning in the deep sea."

Suffocation is fascinating, and he enjoys despair.

Someone also asked.

"Why can such a gentleman, as polite as jade and cypress, stand at the top and perform such a sad dance?"

No one can answer this question.

Therefore, many fans took this opportunity to tease Junxi.

"Live well."

"Be a good person."

The person who formed the ultimate sense of separation from Tan Junxi was Shen Qingzhuo. There was only one Shen Qingzhuo.

Tan Junxi fell into the abyss.

Shen Qingzhuo walked out of the fire.

Shen Qingzhuo's stage is unruly, arrogant, invincible, youthful and clean, and the power of nineteen years old!

It is as high as the sky and as high as the moon!

He contains strong explosive power, like fire burning in the cold snow, ice colliding in whiskey, smoke, wine, and all strong things.

Easily hit your soul and control your heartbeat.

The wildness in the bones is fascinating, and the strong aura invades the heart.

So thrilling.

The last piano key falls.

All the trainees on the stage retreated, only Tan Junxi stayed there.

He didn't seem to have come out of the dance just now, and his whole body was enveloped in a strange silence, which made his pupils look even more deep, like dark jade.

"Next, let's invite the last team." Tan Junxi paused for a moment, and the voice lingering from his lips and teeth was stained with a dark smile. He read each word clearly, "Shen Qingzhuo."

These three words were not on the card, but he read it out, and after retreating from the stage, he did not leave. He stood closest to the stage and looked up. It seemed that the lights were a bit dazzling, and he squinted unbearably.

He closed his eyes without looking away.

"Boom——"

The sound of the drum set sounded.

The dull and shocking knocking sound echoed in everyone's ears.

Tens of thousands of people at the scene held their breath involuntarily, and countless pairs of eyes stared at the stage, fearing to miss any detail.
Chapter completed!