Cāi Cāi

Act 4 "Out of My World" 1

The male duck called Chen Ziran, the oldest boy in the class. It is said that he started the Huahua Dance Attachment from the age of ten and took the exam for three full years. Seeing that his age was close to the admission limit, he crossed the score line and entered the door of the song and dance profession.

Although his grades are not dazzling, he has a good personality in class. He is a sports committee member and has a "jump" character and loves to shout-Qi said that before Xiang Gu did not transfer to their class, she and Chen Ziran were sitting at the same table, and he was not pinched by him.

Last time, Chen Ziran was pressed by the class teacher in the corner of the classroom, and he was publicly open and lost his face. Since that time, he has never had any involvement with Xiang Qiaqi.

Xiang Gui thought that the relationship between them was "irreconcilable", but wouldn't think that Chen Zi would actually come over and ask him!

Chen Ziran blushed, and the two pimples on his temples were bright: "That ... Xiang Gu, I used to be a cowboy jumper, and it's so different from ballet, can you teach me?"

Cowboy is a branch of the national standard dance, wild and free. Ballroom dance requires a strong sense of muscle strength, while ballet pays more attention to lightness and stability.

Qi Qi stared suspiciously at him, wondering if he had any conspiracy or scheme waiting behind him.

It was rather calm to guess: "OK." He looked up and down Chen Ziran, "but I have never taught anyone, I have no experience."

Chen Ziran hurriedly said, "I see that you teach Qi Qi very well, I will follow her to learn without delaying your time."

Talking, Chen Ziran really took the initiative to stand behind Qi Yan, his two feet stood in a T-shaped shape, and his hands were out of position.

Xiang Guai didn't hide himself, so he had the right to be a swan mother and teach the ugly duckling to swim. Anyway, he can put one and two can catch up. It doesn't make much difference to teach one or two.

He shouted, and the two "students" raised their arms.

He shouted two, and the two "students" held on to the pole and started to do releve.

Xiang Gui's teaching level is limited, but he is very patient. He found that the two had flawed movements, so he took the trouble to correct them over and over again.

In the musical, the little swan dance of "Tchaikovsky" is only half a minute. Don't look at just half a minute, but each version of "Tchaikovsky" jumps differently.

When learning the performance of a musical, they can refer to the experience of their predecessors, but they do not need to completely imitate their predecessors. Otherwise, it's not performance, but poor copy and paste.

Taking into account the actual level of Qi Ji and Chen Ziran, Xiang Gui taught them only one of the most basic movements-ballet stepping on small toes combined with swinging wings spreading up and down, extending arms while rotating, soothing and beautiful.

Neither of them was stupid, but they hadn't found the right way to force ballet before. Xiang Gui gave them a few words on demand, and the two immediately got the know-how, but after a few minutes of effort, they seemed to jump.

In the teaching of Xiang Gui, in the performance classroom, countless hidden eyes fell on them, all secretly watching their every move.

Because they also want to know, is Chen Ziran really learning fake? The two were so conflicted that they would fight without teaching.

For those vague eyes, Xiang Gu naturally noticed. But he was completely unmoved and didn't even beat his breath.

At the beginning, Chen Ziran was still a little embarrassed. Xiang Guai started directly, clasped his wrist, and adjusted his hand movements for him.

"The arc of your arm should be more rounded ... don't stick to the cheekbones ... the fingers should have a sense of extension, the thumbs should be between three or four fingers, and the palms should relax ..." Words, swimming in the palm of another boy.

His voice was crisp, his tone was not slouchy, his long eyelashes were drooping, and his short hair was neatly attached to his forehead, revealing a smooth and delicate face.

When Xiangchai approached, Chen Ziran held his breath subconsciously, fearing that his breathing would be too loud and disturbed the little teacher. They were standing so close. Because of their age, Chen Ziran was half a head taller than Xiang Guai. He looked down at the young man's spin, and suddenly regretted the reckless provocation before him.

"... I'm sorry." Chen Ziran moved his lips. He thought he didn't say a word, but Xiang Gui was heard.

The teenager did not look up when he heard it, and kept busy: "It's too late to say" Sorry "now."

"what?"

Open his arms to Chai and let him make a beautiful and graceful wingspan.

Take two steps back from guessing, review your teaching results, and say proudly: "You should say" thank you "to me now."

"..." Chen Ziran thought. I'm afraid that thank you is not enough. He has to say thank you several times.

When Xiang Guai taught Chen Ziran, the students gathered at the other end of the classroom were silently watching their progress. Not only do they watch, they also learn secretly, learn hand position, learn standing position, learn the position of the legs and waist ...

After Chen Ziran left with gratitude, the classroom was quiet for half a minute, and then a second person stood up.

"Xiang Guai," said the girl, "can you teach me too?"

Another girl refused to be outdone: "Xiang Gui, I have studied ballet for two years before, but my movements are a bit rusty. Can you help me to see if it works?"

Then there was a boy with a close set: "Xiang, I can live in the bedroom next to you! When I was washing last night, I gave you a tap! You have to help me first!"

Immediately after, the fourth, fifth, sixth ... more and more people raised their hands, both boys and girls, rushing to Xiang Guai. Although there were still a few people who remained very stubborn, most of the students in the class chose to stay close to the starlight that was indestructible.

Noisy in the room, this is the hustle and bustle that Xiang Gu never felt.

...... But this is the age of seventeen or eighteen, and it should look like this.

It was late at night on the other side of the ocean. When Tan Yiming came out of the bedroom, he just met George, who was snoring and holding a box of instant noodles.

The two of them live together in a student dormitory. Although they are called "dormitories", they are in good condition. They share a small living room. The living room has two bedrooms, one left and one right.

"Let's talk, why haven't you slept so late?" George curiously said. "Don't you usually focus on going to bed early and getting up early?"

When I mentioned this, I felt a headache after talking about it: "I promised to help a child do the post-audio. The result was half done, and windows automatically upgraded the new system-it stuck for a few hours, and the results showed that there were still 22 hours to update Done. "

Recently, many friends' windows computers have been forced to update the curse. Half of the painting, half of the dissertation writing, half of the game ... suddenly fell into the quagmire of updating. Before talking about Yiming, she was still laughing at the group of non-Chiefans online, but she didn't expect to become a non-Chief in a blink of an eye.

Little Swan's backing vocalist had already passed him on. The boy's voice condition was very good, clean and clear, and the pitch was also good. There was almost no need to repair it. Just mix the tracks together.

Tan Yiming was busy working overtime the previous few working days. There was really no way to help him. Until Friday night, I did n’t have time to sit in front of the computer to help him. How can I think of tossing for a long time, actually hit the windows automatic upgrade!

He has been dragging this backing audio for a long time, and he is really embarrassed to let Little Swan wait.

The thought of the boy on the other side of the ocean was disappointed, and Tan Yiming felt guilty.

"Late audio?" George patted his thigh. "Where can your broken computer run! This kind of thing is left to professionals!"

A figure appeared in Tan Yiming's mind. He asked, "... you mean?"

"Yeah, go to Brother Yao!" George waved his hand. "With his help, I'm sure it will be done in minutes!"

"'Brother Yao'? When were you so polite?" Tan Yimei raised an eyebrow. "I was still guarding him like a thief a few days ago, for fear he would seduce your girlfriend away. Why did you change **** today?"

"You can't say that! I'm ... I'm ..." George muttered, "Before I was Joe Dafu, I used a villain's heart to measure the gentleman's belly! Recently I contacted again, and I think others are pretty good of."

At this time, Tan Yiming didn't know. It turned out that George not long ago found that Yao Yin was playing the same game with him, not only a RMB player, but also a Renminbi player with good technology and better luck. Yao Yin took George several times to push the map, and helped him find some skills books he needed from the boss ... Since then, George quickly turned away, his position changed so fast that even the grass on the wall couldn't catch up with him. .

If it weren't for George already having a kiss girlfriend, it would be fine for him to bend for Brother Yao!

As early as the recording of "Slow Voice", Yao Yin and Tan Yiming exchanged their contact information. It's just that Tan Yiming never actively found the other person, and Yao Yin's head lay quietly in his contacts like that. Although the two did not contact each other in private, Yao Yin often updated his circle of friends, mostly his experience of practicing piano and composer, mixed with photos of gatherings with friends, and occasionally brushed up when talking about Yiming, they would praise him politely.

He also searched for Yao Yin's personal homepage on YouTube. As the second president said, Yao Yin is a small internet celebrity with more than 100,000 fans on YouTube. He publishes two vlogs each week, one related to soundtrack work, and one to share his study life in the United States.

Tan Yiming was idle and watched a few videos. Yao Yin is very fluent in English, with a strong American accent. If he didn't know that he only went abroad to study at university, Tan Yiming would think he was a native abc.

Yao Yin on the Internet looked more far away than in his real life. His fans said he was as delicate as an ice sculpture doll, blooming only in the moonlight.

Tan Yiming returned to his bedroom, hesitated for a while before the computer screen was updated in 22 hours, and finally sent a message to Yao Yin.

Yiming Qingyun: Yao Yin, are you there?

melodyy: Don't be so polite.

melodyy: If nothing else, I will be here every day for decades.

Yiming Qingyun: ...

Yiming Qingyun: I have something here to trouble you.

melodyy: Oh, then I'm gone.

Yiming Qingyun: ...

Yiming Qingyun: I want to borrow your computer. I want to help my friends with the audio post.

melodyy: [Hello, the user you dialed is not in the service area]

Tan Yiming thought, Sure enough, "the ice sculpture doll that blooms only in the moonlight" are all set by people on the Internet, and the gap between the three dimensions is too big.

He also knew that the two were unfamiliar, and it was a bit too much to make this request, but he kept talking about the promise of Little Swan.

Yiming Qingyun: I know it's troublesome for you.

Yiming Qingyun: I won't borrow your computer for too long, and I will provide some compensation, can I?

melodyy: Sharing Photos-Lamborghini

melodyy: Sharing Photos-Aston Martin

melodyy: Sharing Photos-Rolls Royce

melodyy: talk about Yiming, you first look at the car in my garage, and then raise money with me.

There is no other way to talk about Yiming.

In the face of this wealthy second-generation rich man, he really did not know what to use to repay human feelings.

Yao Yin disappeared for a while, and when he came back, his spikes were put away.

melodyy: I just played a game with George and he told me about your broken computer.

melodyy: What friend can make you spend so much time helping with the post?

Tan Yiming thought that George's roommate was too innocent, and the microphones were not as sensitive as him.

Yiming Qingyun: It's a little friend I just met a little while ago, and it's very nice to sing.

melodyy: OK.

melodyy: You send the audio over, and I help you synthesize it.

Tan Yiming said several words of thanks, and hurriedly forwarded the email from guess to Yao Yin on his mobile phone.

In less than 20 minutes, talking about Yiming ’s mobile phone for a while, five freshly released audios had been lying in his mailbox!

Yiming Qingyun: So fast?

melodyy: This is the difference between professional and amateur.

melodyy: Your computer is called a computer, and my computer is called a workstation.

Yiming Qingyun: Well, thank you for your help.

Yiming Qingyun: [Holding Fist]

melodyy: OK, you amateur, how do you want to repay me?

This time, without waiting for a reply, Yao Yin sent a pdf file.

Although the document is pure English, it does not affect Tan Yiming's reading.

A domestic small fresh meat stayed in the United States for gilding and joined a Hollywood movie. However, his English is really poor, so the film production company recruits voice actors. Because Xiao Xian Rou also has a few lines of Chinese in the play, he requires the voice actors to be Chinese, and English must be fluent.

melodyy: This is not an open recruitment. The music teacher who took me asked me if anyone could recommend it.

melodyy: How about, you amateur ... want to be a professional once?

Since that performance class, I taught to Guess and helped the students get the ballet, and the atmosphere in the class gradually changed.

There was a layer of cold ice between him and them once. Now, this layer of ice is finally showing signs of melting.

Now when Xiang Gui enters the class, some classmates will greet him actively, and he will respond with a smile.

In morning and evening homework, Chen Ziran will help him occupy a place and let him practice with the boys.

Chen Ziran is still very prestigious in the class. Although he is not the monitor, his appeal is stronger than the monitor. He took the initiative to show good luck to the guess, and the classmates saw him and Xiang Gu "freed the suspicion", and stumbled to learn how to get along with the little prince.

Teacher Chu, the class teacher, was curious about the changes in the class, but she also came from this age. Adolescent children have their own rules of the game and do not need adults to intervene.

...

On that day, Xiang Guai just entered the classroom, and suddenly found that the atmosphere in the class was something wrong.

At first, during the class, the atmosphere in the class was very relaxed. Some people even played basketball in the back of the classroom, which was reminded by Teacher Chu several times.

Today, every boy in the class is sitting in a tight position, his back is straight, and even the skiniest Chen Ziran pouts, with a serious look.

"... what happened?" Asked Guam blankly.

Qi Yan immediately grabbed his sleeve and whispered: "Did you just see a few middle-aged people in the corridor just now? The leading man and woman are particularly temperamental?"

Xiang Gu recalled that he had just passed by four or five people in the corridor, who were not teachers at school. Because of the reputation of Huawu High School, people always came to visit, so he didn't care much.

"I saw it," Xiang Guai said, "they seem to be going to the five dance teachings."

And at this time, the class occupying dance classroom No. 5 should be the ballet department.

"Ah!" Qi Yan exclaimed, suddenly holding Xiang Guai's wrist, she couldn't help chanting, "It really is them, it really is them!"

Seeing her so excited, Xiang Guai was even more dazed: "What the **** are you talking about ..."

The girl's eyes glowed with light: "Breaking Out of My World" !!! Xiang Guai, they are the producer and director of the Chinese version of "Breaking Out of My World" !!! They came over to choose an actor !!! "

Xiang Gu was startled by this unexpected answer.

After a long while, his lips trembled, and he asked softly, "Are you talking about ... Bill Eliot's" Just Out of My World "?"

Qi Yan nodded.

Then he looked into his eyes and nodded again.

The musical "Jumping Out of My World" tells the story of a boy who did not follow his father's wishes to learn boxing, but embarked on a lonely and difficult dance road in the context of the British miners' strike in the 1980s.

Xiang Guai prefers another translation of it--

-"Boy in ballet shoes." 2k novel reading network