The Idol Group and the Crown

One hundred and twenty trainees shared the floor, and in a blink of an eye, there were only fifty left.

The room was much more spacious, but for the convenience of management, the room was randomly arranged for four people.

Most teenagers have money and leisure, after all, the general family can't learn instrumental hip-hop every five or six years.

They really live together, and the whole floor looks like a high school dormitory. Several people don’t even use the washing machine. They can only follow the other people’s buttons and learn how to press the button.

The first is Zhu Xizhi, the young master of self-care and disability.

When he first washed his clothes, all the fragrance beads in the washing liquid and washing powder were put over again, and the whole laundry room that used the washing machine as a big pot stew was lemon flavor.

Then Fu was carried next year to educate about life.

A total of four people lived in 1101.

Gu Shaochu, Fang Chengran, Fu next year, Zhu Xizhi.

Gu Shaochu didn't like group life very much. He basically stayed in the practice hall during the day and returned before going to bed at night.

The relationship between Fang Chengran and Zhu Xizhi is really good. As long as they come back to the room with friends, they will chat with each other and secretly share some snacks they have hidden.

The top students have to practice every day until 6 to 10 in the afternoon, and those who rank lower will spend more time.

Because of this, there are many people waiting in line to bathe and fetch water when the lights are turned off. The chatting and singing sounds are light and diffuse in the sound of water.

Suddenly did not know who screamed.

"There are cockroaches in the cabinet!!"

With this throat, each dormitory reflexively checked the cabinet on its side.

"I have it here!!"

"It's easy to get this kind of problem when you move in newly, relax..."

"Cockroach--"

A group of big men wished to write the words of macho on their faces during their lives.

The cockroaches in the north were flexible in their small movements. They were beaten by slippers for a few times. They froze on the floor and ran fast.

Zhu Xizhi originally lay on the edge of the upper bunk, quietly observing what Fu was writing with the staff next year.

There was a mess of laughter in the hallway, and suddenly there were a few tiny rustling noises in the room.

A black creature slipped silently from the corner of the table.

Xiaoxue Leopard was alert for a second, and he turned over and got out of bed and dragged Fu next to him next year: "Next year! There are bugs!"

"Isn't it normal to have bugs." Fu tried to break free next year: "You let--"

Before the words fell, he saw the oversized cockroach in the corner of the table.

"His--" His throat moved, trying to stay calm: "Zhu Xizhi, you killed it!"

Zhu Xizhi was stunned for a few seconds, and then picked up his slippers and threw them away.

Then in the middle, Gu Shaochu placed the tennis bag in the corner.

Eraser-sized cockroaches moved their tentacles, and suddenly they came over to them.

"Zhu Zhuzhu Zhuxi Zhi!!"

"Fu second, let's run directly. This thing is too big--"

The two youngsters opened the door at the same time and wanted to go out to call for rescue. They twisted the door handle thin ring and stood at the door.

A small black plastic bag in the left hand and a long bottle of pesticide in the right hand.

"Hi. Are there cockroaches in your house."

They both froze at the same time and found that a long line of boys in other dormitory had been surrounded by Bo Huan, all looking at the magical awe of the mafia boss.

"Yes-there!" Zhu Xi's backhand pointed: "On the table!"

"Yes." The long-haired teenager nodded, sprayed the medicine and put the paper towels, and squeezed away the cockroaches in one go. There was no pressure when he picked up the body with his hands.

Then knotted the plastic bag with a pile of dead cockroaches and waved: "Let's go, something to call me."

Fu next year and Zhu Xizhi stood ignorantly at the door and escorted him away.

"Thank you...Thank you."

As soon as Bo Huan went out, the boys in the other dormitories surrounded him again.

"Xiaohuan Xiaohuan-there seems to be a gecko in my room!"

"There are spiders in the bathroom of our dormitory whining and saving me—"

Fu looked at his back for a long time at the door next year, thinking that this is the inheritance of the Bo family.

When his brother Bo Jiu looked like a classical beauty, Bai Jing was tall and temperamental.

Play on the show □□ Ammunition is more familiar than anyone else, the three-sided dagger can turn the flowers in the palm of your hand.

Thin ring is slightly slender and gentle in this layer of boys, but...

The next Zhu Xizhi suddenly slapped his head: "I forgot to add him on WeChat!"

Bo Huanfeng picked up the unidentified creatures in four or five dormitories lightly, and also received a long bar of chocolate fed by the housekeeper who was heard by the news.

As soon as the door opened, there was a teenager standing by the wall waiting for him.

"came back?"

"Well," Bo Huan nodded with a smile: "Little things."

"do not move."

Shi Jianian took the sterile wipes sideways and took his wrist to help disinfect it.

Thin ring froze for a moment, still let him hold his hand very obediently.

"I have washed my hands."

"Is the nail seam cleaned?"

"Well……"

Shi Jianian lowered his head to help him wipe the gap of his fingertips inch by inch, and his gray-blue pupil was like cold water.

Bo Huan looked up for a while and suddenly said, "If I were an audience, I would like to vote for you."

The teenager cleaned his wrists intently, and smirked: "Why?"

...You really look good.

Thin Ring's cheeks were a little red, and there was no more silence.

"Nightfire" has a total of four minutes. Twelve people need to re-edit the lyrics, which is particularly troublesome to coordinate and cooperate.

Knife group dance, the shocking point is the neat and neat movement of several people.

If you want to practice, it requires that at every bar, every fixed point, everyone's elbows, knees, wrists, and other visual points are all on a horizontal line.

At the time A practiced this, it was entirely a combination of six people working together a little bit. Now the simulation boys are all temporary teams, and the cohesion is not too strong.

Practicing fifty or sixty times on the first day is nothing. On the third day of the second day, people gradually become overwhelmed.

——This is more terrifying than military training! !

Dancing itself consumes a lot of energy, and you must keep your facial expression management and singing and dancing at all times. After a day of tossing and sleeping, you can snore like thunder.

After hearing that Fang Chengzhen was overwhelmed by death training, he would like to call the police when he went to the dormitory next door.

Huo Jian, as usual, went to watch the spot and found a few small details.

Fu will have learned it for a long time next year.

And the self-restriction that is visible to the naked eye is strict. Even if you don’t look at the screen and dance, the arc and strength of the wrist are accurate.

"It's a good jump next year," he said gently. "But sometimes I don't have to copy all the heights and arcs in the video."

"Each person's body has different balance and flexibility. Sometimes you need to look in the mirror repeatedly to find the body language expression style that suits you best."

Fu was praised by someone who cared next year, and his eyes brightened.

"Thank you teacher, I will adjust it."

Huo Jian nodded with a smile, and continued to look after other students.

Han Yang's dance foundation is weak, but every night, he will stay in the rehearsal hall with Xiaohuan each night.

I heard that several students would take turns to dance with them, and they are all in a very good state.

He turned his head to look at Gu Shaochu, using a newspaper tube to help adjust the position of the elbow and waist.

The teenager is not used to this kind of touch, and will look at his eyes sideways.

Huo Jian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Spatial positioning is very important."

When Gu Shaochu entered the group, his personal advantages were not outstanding enough, and there would be a little restlessness in his heart.

He silently followed Huo Jian's teaching before speaking for a while.

"Teacher..." When the proud person said again, there was a kind of awkward cuteness: "I don't know much about this section."

Xiaoxue Leopard's tail flicked over: "I will! I will teach you!"

Gu Shaochu held it for a few seconds and looked at Huo Jian for help.

"It's okay, I'll take him." Huo Jian skillfully drove Zhu Xizhi back to his original position, instructing Fu to stare at him a little bit next year, and lead Gu Shaochu's high-frequency trembling movement again.

"Practice a single action first, then slowly increase speed."

The students next to me were embarrassed to ask for help.

When this happens, the gap between the teacher and the student is divided.

According to the actual situation, most of the students here have the basics of hip-hop. Any high school you go to can easily become a handsome and unique focal point.

But Huo Jian is a top performer for six years.

Every inch and every section of his body is sculpted to the extreme. Not only is the smooth lines and white skin naturally attracting the eyes, but also the control of nerves and muscles is extremely relaxed.

Even if there is no BGM soundtrack, the random one demonstration seems to make people feel able to make up for a second, and the sense of rhythm follows.

As soon as he raised his hand, he turned, as if the existence of a natural spotlight could draw everyone's attention.

Jumping back, lowering your back, even after a year in the world, there is an incredible perfection.

It is a pleasure to see Huo Jian dancing in person.

Even if it is only a demonstration of more than ten seconds, as long as he sees his silhouette at a glance, it seems to be able to recall the glorious five years about A and the countless legendary myths about him.

At this moment, the teenagers have a kind of pious silence.

They had the opportunity to stand so close to him, so close that they could witness such a hearty original "Nightfire" and the existence of idols of all faiths.

Gu Shaochu looked at him for a long time, and then practiced alone for four or five hours after disbanding.

It can be stressful to stand by someone who is too good.

But you can also feel that you are alive.

In contrast, the practice hall led by Pei Ruya at the other end is much more cheerful.

Pei Ru is also busy at work, basically passing by every other day, and calling Wei Jie to lead the children to dance at other times.

But every time I come to teach students, I will stay at least one hour.

——It is already an extremely expensive gift for someone like him.

"Hanmang" is a well-known song in the second junior college, with a bright rhythm and strong style, and the choreography is a typical URBAN.

URBAN is not a specific kind of dance, but is more like a form of dance.

It mixes the essence of many different dances, and pays more attention to control and extension.

Once fully presented, the dancer will'live'.

Every joint and every inch of ligament seems to be able to automatically find the most suitable coherent interaction, and it is both self-controlling and casual, and it is an alternative freedom under absolute order.

Pei Ru also has always been generous to trainees. When dancing, she charms her as much as she likes. Shaking for a while can dry the throats of teenagers.

Many children couldn't whisper in the middle of the night, lamenting why they hadn't been born a few years earlier.

If I participated in that recruitment in 2009! ! Wouldn't it be possible to dance with Pei Shen Huo Shen every day! ! !

hateful! ! It's sour! ! !

The one-hour course is very tight. Three or four skill points from mastering to comprehension require the body and brain to respond at the same time.

Pei Ru also took care of it once, and the students were more tired of skipping a lesson than they had practiced all day.

Before the get out of class was over, everyone was paralyzed, and the teacher was still reluctant to leave.

As everyone whispered, Thin Ring leaned on Chen Yuanqing's shoulder and raised his hand to ask questions.

"Master Zu, did you teach Teacher Huo like this before?"

-2-

Everyone was silent for a moment.

Pei Ru also acted, and smiled lightly: "No, it's much harsher."

The white jade bamboo sword taught them many things.

For example, pain is a necessary way to refine.

Someone whispered.

Is this not strict enough! ! If you come every other day, we can hardly carry it! ! !

They also vaguely heard the jokes about Yehuo, but at this moment no one could take it seriously.

Regarding the rigorous state and terrifying ability of the ancestors in class, let alone love for a few years, it is difficult to not take half a life! !

So Huo Shen can adapt to such high-intensity training-

"Eh?" Bo Huan asked curiously: "What was the state of Teacher Huo when we were as big as us?"

The trainees beside watched silently.

It’s good to have a background, so dare to ask such gossip questions.

"When the blade was seventeen or eighteen..." Pei Ru also recalled a moment: "Very stubborn. When learning to dance, he was very cruel to himself, but very cute."

The word "Blade" is called "exit", and the students inexplicably feel that they have been touched.

and many more! ! What's the matter with this tone! ! !

Why suddenly the big devil became so much again! !

Pei Ru is also friendly and kind to his friends and colleagues. In fact, only Huo Jian is the one who treats him kindly.

Huo Jian shouted the teacher in front of the camera, and Pei Ruye also called a blade in front of the trainees.

Both of them felt fine, but the people next to them couldn't help it when they heard it.

I'm not afraid of the disorderly people, I'm afraid that this kind of cold people suddenly get emotional.

Inadvertently called such a cry, even those who are not in love can't bear it.

Thin Ring squinted and smiled: "Brother Blade must have been particularly sticky to you then."

The person next to him already tried to rush over to cover his mouth.

Don’t tell the truth! ! Can this be said casually in person! ! !

Pei Ru also nodded his lips.

Admit it.

He began to miss the youth's youthful and coquettish behavior again.

Shidu Conservatory of Music, C202 ladder classroom of Yongfeng Building.

The young lecturer sideways a long list of German nouns with gorgeous and elegant writings and long hair raised slightly in the wind.

No student dared to secretly shoot him with his mobile phone.

It’s June, and it’s time for the course to be overwhelming.

Idols are spreading on the Internet as straw bags and flower racks. A group of college students really encountered Professor Bo who was retired from the front line. They are completely in a state of being forced to hang and beat.

Why do some classes start to speak English while they are talking! !

Why do I have to search so many documents for learning classical music! ! !

Why didn't anyone stop the teacher's assignments and papers! ! !

The group of people who madly lashed back at the cyberstorm pool Jiji has become a fixed decompression behavior for these students.

Blame you all! ! !

Would you get depression if you didn’t blindly blame someone at Chichi? !

Chi Chi, depression A will not dissolve! ! !

A Don't disband our exam this year so difficult! ! !

Dead man, return my credits and grade points! ! !

Both on and off stage were devoted to the inheritance of knowledge, but the figure outside the window was not much concerned.

It was during class time that there were basically no other unrelated people wandering in the corridor, only another young man in a dark gray suit was looking at the podium.

Long Ji just got an errand from Xie Lianyun, and he was in a good mood waiting for the ambiguous get out of class after class.

He has matured a lot of choices now, with a bit of the sharpness contaminated during his business dealings.

Long Jiaken's efforts to fight back with the Pei family were also due to Long Jiken's return to help his family.

In the past, both he and Bo Jue were locked in A, with little personal freedom, and almost no boundary between work and personal relationships.

Now that everything is reconciled, and then come to pick up Boju to get off work, I feel a little more at ease.

They haven't seen each other in two months.

As soon as the reception met, Long Jia almost concealed the whole heart in coaxing, and pulled the first love Hu to the middle of the night.

He wanted to start talking after he woke up. When he thought that Bo Jue drove home at four in the middle of the night, he even asked Xie Lianyun to cry.

Then go to the door and explain the persuasion, Bo Ju still awkwardly refused to accept anything.

But after all, there was much reconciliation.

They did not have the qualification to fall in love before leaving A, but they had to wait for time again after leaving.

No one dares to grasp that he can knock down Han Qu 100%, and destroy all his painstaking management, and even the entire Han family.

Speaking of hatred, this is a destiny that can never be let go.

From a sensible point of view, each of them must continue to live.

I really want to be desperate. I don’t care about anything. I have to revenge Chichi if I fight hard. That’s really not much resistance. I can find one node and I can do it all.

But each of their careers and lives cannot all be thrown out for this matter.

Career, family, life, future, these are all factors of containment.

——It also makes this revenge extremely long.

Long Ji thought, leaning against the embossed column with one hand in his pocket, and there was a kind of unpredictable beauty in the shadow.

Bo Jue just finished writing the last line and turned to prepare to answer the students' questions.

At first glance, he instinctively looked through dozens of rows of students and saw the man outside the window.

He froze for a few seconds, thinking that he missed the idiot so much that he had seen the wrong figure too many times recently.

——Why did Long Ji come here?

Long Ji recovered his mind and beckoned with a smile.

Bo Jue didn't respond for a long time, and other students also followed the line of sight. Several girls recognized who this was in almost a second.

Long Ji! ! It’s Master Long San! ! ! It’s a living dragon! ! !

Long Ji actually came to our school! ! And he came to our professor Bo specially! !

Can I take it with my mobile phone now? I really want to take it. This interview is so beautiful I can’t--

Chenguang rolled the dust to mark the distance between them in the air, and in the distance there were violins and piano sounds intertwined.

Bo Jue stood for a few seconds, holding the chalk, hurriedly put down the book and said, ‘you first study’, and then quickly walked out.

There was a sensation in the classroom.

A group of students whispered and whispered, no one dared not to take credits and post on Weibo.

Hold the grass! ! Is Long Jue real? !

Professor Bo seems to have received a lot of murderous temperament! ! !

President Long is really handsome. This is the textbook-level young and handsome president who wants to marry! ! !

Bo Jue has rarely rushed out to meet anyone now, and almost habitually embraced him when he walked out of the classroom.

He stopped his footsteps in front of the man and habitually showed a cold expression.

"what's up?"

Long Ji looked at his disguise with interest.

"Don't welcome me, then I will go first."

Turn around and walk back.

"Don't make trouble," Bo Ju tried to stretch his seriousness. "Is there anything wrong?"

Long Ji glanced at the curious student in the classroom, and embraced him with open arms.

Students: oh oh oh oh ——

"I miss you, come and wait for you to eat off work." He followed the cover of his long hair and nibbled at the tip of his ear: "Professor Xiaobo, I haven't seen you for two months. Don't you think I haven't?"

In his life, Bo Jue did not expect that he would be stunned by this dog man in front of more than a hundred students. He preferred to have not been embraced for a long time and could not push this person away.

He can only suppress his voice: "What are you doing, I am still in class."

It didn't even remember to refuse to bite the ear.

Long Jiyi took another bite.

"Dragon-li!"

"It's no accident. The little nightingale is in good condition. Xie Lianyun has something to do with you. I will come over for him."

The man let go of him, and stroked his long hair with his palm twice.

"Continue to class, I will wait outside."

Bo Jue glanced at the time in a hurry.

There are still three minutes left for get out of class, and today's paper has not been arranged.

"Don't run around."

"it is good."

He raised his head and stared at Long Ji for a few seconds, blushing and walking towards the classroom.

The students in the ladder classroom witnessed the whole journey. Although they did not know what the two gods were talking about, they could not control it.

I want to yell even if I don’t hear anything! ! !

They are hugging! !

The movement of President Long's hair is so sexy! ! ! This is a public crime! ! !

Didn't these two people stop making idols for a long time? ! ! !

Bo Jue knocked on the podium expressionlessly.

"Still watching?"

The students who were still staring at the charming Dragon General turned around and turned their heads back together. They were particularly clever, obedient, and particularly agitated.

Bo Jue's face was hot now, and he turned to write a thesis request with a voice.

"I will do my homework."

After writing a few lines, I turned to the person outside the window subconsciously.

Long Jia smiled and threw a kiss, Mingsao's frankness.

Bo Jue stared at him coldly, and continued to write the next half of the sentence with his back to everyone.

But he couldn't help smiling.