The Idol Group and the Crown

The two fans were like flying wings, and they shattered the sky in the moment they were raised.

Chen Yuanqing's side face was shrouded in smoke kisses, coated with a dreamlike ghost image.

Gu Shaochu raised his eyes and looked directly at the camera, even the edges of his lips were sharply angled.

A steel fan, cold blood and cold flashes of light.

A golden fan, Ruyi Huamei gathered her strength.

The two young men moved side by side, raised their wrists and danced, and their arms and fans swam like clouds and geese side by side.

Several thin lines of rainbow light then poured from all directions, and the white snow rose like dust in the wind.

At the same time as the teenagers were divided into two sides, the two of them on the prism were cast highlights.

Huo Jianning stared at Fu next year and chuckled, starting to dance with him in exactly the same mirror dance.

There are no mirrors, no partitions, and only a thin water curtain separating the sides.

But from the arc of the head to the sudden twitching of the hip rotation, it was completely like the same person dancing in Gu Ying.

The audience was already screaming in shock.

The double dancing mirror dance can clearly and intuitively see who is not synchronized and who has moved more than half an inch from the perspective of the audience.

The closer you get, the more details will be magnified.

-What's more, this is a full-open Mai singing and dancing stage.

In the eyes of the layman, the two people are almost as tacit as the blood and soul, and the insider can see the mystery at a glance.

Fu is an actor next year, and Huo Jian plays his phantom.

No matter how Fu jumps to what state next year, Huo Jian can keep up with all the reactions in seconds, and silently integrate the perfect ability he has worked out with blood and sweat for many years.

Don't even consider how much applause it has won.

Feng Jin in the background watched for a long time, and lowered his voice to Mei Heng: "I can't see it at all."

"Ok?"

"It doesn't look like a year of recuperation." She stared at the stage and said: "This kind of physical memory ability...really enjoys dinner."

"Where does he have any physical memory ability." Mei Heng said with a smile: "It has not been hardened."

The sound exploded like a thunderbolt in the middle of the stage, and the water curtains disappeared, and the teenagers swarmed forward again. Gu Shaochu's temptation.

The teenagers seemed to be scattered and scattered, and the two of them were on the side of the wind and frolicking.

The quicker the piano sound, the faster the pace, the young man on the side of Huo Jian suddenly opened his eyebrows in the chorus, and the whole body was released with all his enthusiasm.

He was originally restrained and gentle, and he was peaceful without dispute.

But at this moment, all of his sharp edges were revealed again.

Wen Runping's plain eyes flashed for a moment. When he looked at Huo Jian, his pupils seemed to be burning with flames, as if he wanted to plunder and take away all the other party.

It was the white shark that exposed its fangs, and it was the bloodiness of the young man who was all excited.

His dance steps became aggressive, and Huo Jian only smiled indifferently with his left and right swings, as if he didn't care.

The second when the blank space paused, Fu suddenly raised his hand next year and pressed Huo Jian's right shoulder to press the side neck with the tiger's mouth, forcing the two to stare at each other for a second like a prisoner imprisoned a prisoner.

Teacher, in this second, you can only look at me.

I only allow you to look at me.

This is the following!

The long atmosphere exploded, and the audience seemed to yell and roar as they witnessed a fight.

"Fu next year--!!!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"too handsome!!!"

Huo Jian didn't expect him to join this action temporarily, but he smiled sharply as if provoked. He turned away from the clamp and turned back with a warning look.

Fu took the advantage next year and took it away. Once again, he returned to Wen Liang's shell to pretend to tame, but what had changed in the depth of his eyes.

Even if this dance dances aggressively and pulls back and forth, it does not prevent the three trainees from turning the high pitch to turn the Huo blade perfectly.

——It is a well-deserved concert-level scene, even if it is sent to the OSC jury, it can get a high score.

In the last second, the snow drifted indiscriminately, Huo Jian turned back against the wind, and the flying clothing angle was like the long feather of the phoenix.

The fireworks bloomed like flowers and trees, and almost everyone stood up uncontrollably and shouted his name.

"Huo-Blade -!!!"

"Huo Shen! Too strong!!"

"Blade I love you ah ah--"

Huo Jian slightly relieved a few breaths, then ended the fixed-point POSE and led the trainees in a row, bowing to all the audience.

Pei Ru also stepped forward holding the A3 folder, and looked at Fu next year unclearly.

The teenager suddenly acted when the music stopped, and took back all the sharp sides, lowered his head and said nothing.

Huo Jian only played when he was on the spot, did not think much, and smiled and introduced that the song is his independent work from the lyrics to the arrangement and mixing.

"We will be diligent and hard to learn next year, and you are very optimistic." He smiled and encouraged: "There is a lot of room for improvement, come on."

There are some chaotic and evil CP fans on the stage who have begun to exchange their eyes at the speed of light. More people are still stuck in the state of being too high, no matter what they say on the stage, they follow the groundhog style.

The audience was so enthusiastic that they paused for a few words on the stage.

Pei Ru also shook the total score table in his hand, indicating that everyone can guess how the score will change after the fourth group performance ends.

Huo Jian quickly found a chance for the team to pull the lens: "Let's pull another round of tickets, Gu Shaochu, you start first."

The teenagers took turns to be cute and coquettish with the audience, and the two teachers stood beside them, whispering and laughing.

When it was Pei Ruye's turn, he looked at Huo Jian and said slowly: "Teacher Huo is curious who has the highest score?"

Huo Jian nodded quickly.

But this seems to be waiting for the four teams to assemble...?

The man smiled deeper, coaxing him to hook in front of the audience.

"Come here, I will tell you quietly."

Pei Ru also opened the triangular barrier-like A3 folder, and Huo Jian immediately leaned in to see the results inside.

But when he turned his head, he saw a blank sheet of paper.

He froze for a second, and then was kissed by the man's eyes.

The lips are warm and soft, and the touch feels like they are ironed on the apex of the heart, which is untimely and addictive.

Behind them is only the neon wall, but in front of them is countless lenses and countless eyes.

Huo Jian has never recklessly rebelled to this point, at this moment his brain is blank.

"Blade," the man kissed him again slowly, his lips still clear: "...good."

From the viewer's perspective, only the two of them were whispering with their files in the way. At this time, the pink bubbles were rioting and they were very happy.

It's so close to say a score! ! Mr. Pei is definitely biting his ear and saying I am jealous! ! !

Are you looking at the rankings for so long?

They are real! ! I can kill it today! ! !

Pei Ru also slowly removed the folder, and the barrier was closed and lifted.

Huo Jian glanced at the other party subconsciously, his cheeks hot.

He has a kind of sinful joy.

All the rules and regulations of the past ten years are useless in front of this man.

All the audience and trainees are looking at them, and the lively teenager raised his hand and asked the teacher if the score difference was overturned.

The girls in the front row thought they had secrets and smiled ambiguously.

Huo Jian forcibly retrieved his reason, even if the remaining temperature was still on his lips, he randomly diverged the topic.

unacceptable--

Actually doing this kind of thing? ?

What should I do if I get photographed! ! !

Fortunately, this is already the end of the show. With the instructors and trainees of the other two teams playing, the camera no longer focuses solely on this place.

The highest professional ability score is given to Shi Jianian, and the first place for real-time voting by the audience inside and outside the venue is Fu next year.

Both are well-deserved first place. The stage performances are absolutely correct, and they are so amazing that they can be memorable repeatedly.

Several teachers presented the awards in front of the stage, Zhu Xizhi helped Han Yang to pick up the flashing color films of Han Zhan.

"Hush... don't move."

The program team was determined to sell the lottery, and also received a popular award for the tutor on the spot.

The scores of the three teachers were quite close, but Huo Jian, with that dance and the eyes when he was pressed on his shoulders, ridiculously drew a big score.

Mei Heng laughed at the award-winning mentality when he presented the award: "The face is still a bit red."

Huo Jian silently received the trophy: "You are wrong."

No, absolutely not.

Back in the dressing room, Huo Jian hurriedly drank two sips of water, and after sitting for a few minutes, his mind was full of the scene just now.

Just now-when they actually live on the show-

The man’s kiss was repeatedly touched by the memory, burning, making him restless.

"Don't remove your makeup first," he said, "I will come back later."

Pei Ruye's lounge is diagonally opposite.

Huo Jian quickly knocked twice and pushed the door in. He saw that the hair stylist and the makeup artist were there.

"You... take a break first."

"No." Pei Ruye also glanced at her: "Does Mr. Huo have anything to say?"

The title of Teacher Huo is not surprising from the mouth of the children. The inexplicable closeness between Feng Jin and Mei Heng is gentle.

But when Pei Ru also called it, there was a strange and strange sense of taboo.

Huo Jian called his teacher for many years, and then he was ridiculed again, thinking how this man seems to be taking the wrong medicine today.

"You explain," he lowered his voice deliberately, straightly: "I just asked what happened?"

"Huh? Results?" Pei Ru also smiled: "A little internal reward, don't you like it?"

Huo Jian vaguely felt something was wrong.

Although I usually like to kiss the teacher... I don’t want to reward it in this kind of work place.

He rubbed his forehead and comforted the other person unconsciously: "It's true to like, but it almost turned into a performance accident just now..."

The man took a tube of hand cream, and carelessly wiped the back of his hands and his fingertips evenly.

"I feel comfortable, there will be no accidents."

Huo blade was wiped by his right hand, and suddenly remembered that the makeup artist was still here, looking sideways subconsciously.

People have long run away, and dare to stay here as a light bulb.

"You--" He held back for a few seconds: "You are too evil."

"Well," the man bowed his head and kissed his back: "It's so soft."

"...!!!"