The love game of three princesses

"Now, I would like to invite Lan Yimeng, a classmate of Grade A, to perform a ballet solo for everyone." Just as a few people were walking far away, the host's voice came from behind.

"It seems that we can't catch up with Yimeng's competition." Shangguanxuan glanced at the open-air stage behind him, then smiled, and Ling Mutian pursed his lips and said nothing more.

"Yimeng, relax, Tiantian will be fine, believe me." Yixuan looked at Yimeng, whose palms were stained with sweat, and she could feel her nervousness.

"Yeah." Yimeng nodded, looked back at Yinuo, Yinuo smiled slightly and said, "You have to believe them, don't forget who they are." Yimeng nodded and walked towards the stage.

"Lan Yimeng, please don't embarrass our Lan family this time." Yinuo shouted to Yimeng, with a hint of playfulness and worry in her words.

Yimeng came on stage, and the music played slowly. Yimeng followed the method given to her by Yixuan, closed her eyes, thought about those happy things, and forgot all her worries.

Gradually, Yimeng's heart was no longer so nervous. She relaxed and started to dance.

On the stage, it looks like an elf, light and beautiful, giving people the feeling of flying into a fairyland. Below the stage, everyone is immersed in this dreamlike dance.

Backstage, Yinuo Yixuan looked at each other and smiled. This is the meaning of Yimeng's name, Yimeng Yimeng, like a dream.

Finally, Yimeng ended the dance with a graceful spin. The audience burst into applause. Yimeng bowed deeply and walked off the stage.

"Next, is the dance performed by Kanzeya from class A of the first year." The host's voice shocked Yimeng. Kanzeya, Kanzeya was wearing a pink dance skirt. It looked like a classical dance.

Dance clothes.

When passing by Yimeng, Jin Zeya glanced at Yimeng, and then raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was laughing at her, and Yimeng narrowed his eyes in confusion.

Yimeng did not go to Yinuo Yixuan, but stood behind the curtain and watched Jin Zeya's performance. It was indeed a classical dance. Jin Zeya followed the music, her dance steps were light, and every movement was so perfect.

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The corners of Yimeng's mouth raised slightly. Maybe in the eyes of others, her dance was perfect without any flaws, but those who really know how to dance will know that her dance has no soul.

Just like a doll with its strings cut off, it is at the mercy of others, without its own thoughts and souls, and just follows the input instructions. This kind of dance is very taboo for dancers.

After the dance ended, Jin Zeya noticed Yimeng backstage and glanced at her provocatively. At this moment, Yimeng felt that this competition was held specifically for them.

But no matter what, she, Lan Yimeng, will definitely win this competition. She will not give away the first place. The winner of this dance is already obvious.