Rolling in the arms of the paranoid boss

It's a pity that there is nothing if.

Jiang Wanling took a deep breath. Before entering the competition, she thought of something and walked up to Meng Qingning.

Seeing her coming, A-Pin frowned subconsciously.

Meng Qingning didn't bother to talk to her, but she still watched her walk in front of him.

Seeing her red eyes, Meng Qingning guessed that Zhang Shuangjiang should have said something to her, she pursed her red lips, and watched her walk in front of her.

"Meng Qingning."

Meng Qingning raised her eyebrows: "What?"

"sorry."

Meng Qingning was taken aback, apparently she did not expect that she would come to him to apologize.

The moment she said I was sorry, Jiang Wanling felt as if her heart had been released instantly, and finally she was no longer blocked, and then she turned and entered the competition field.

Dai Ning looked at her with complicated eyes.

"Is she okay? Why did she come to say sorry to you before the game? Does she have any bad intentions?"

Are you in a bad mood?

Meng Qingning pursed her lips.

In fact, she knew what she was saying sorry for.

It's just that she didn't expect her to say it at this time.

But since she said it, fine, she accepted it.

As Zhang Shuangjiang said, Jiang Wanling tried her best to dance on stage, probably because of her mentality, her error rate was reduced a lot, so she became more confident in her heart and danced on stage.

After the dance was over, she walked out, also heaving a sigh of relief.

You should be able to get a good ranking today, right?
Soon, people around Meng Qingning entered the competition one after another.

After Carmen came out, her expression was quite depressed.

"Shit, when I was on the stage just now, I didn't know if I was too nervous, and I fell down. I guess I will miss this competition."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Meng Qingning: "You must be careful, don't be nervous, and strive to win the championship."

"it is good."

It's just that Meng Qingning was never ranked.

When it was later, Murong Yuan was a little anxious.

"What's going on? Is there something wrong with the organizer, why hasn't your name been called yet?"

Dai Ning stopped him: "Don't worry, isn't there thirty people? There are only more than 20, and we will definitely be there."

Murong Yuan frowned.

"I'm afraid of going wrong."

"You just have a shadow, there is definitely no problem, maybe Qingning is the last one."

This sentence, Dai Ning just said it casually, but in the end, it really came true.

When the 29 people came to the stage, the people over there said: "The next one is Meng Qingning, get ready."

Meng Qingning: "..."

She looked at Dai Ning, who also covered her mouth.

"It was really what I said? When did what I said become so effective? If it is really so effective, then let me say one more thing?"

"Ok?"

"Win the championship, let's celebrate together at night."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Meng Qingning was the last one to go in.

Before going in, Meng Qingning asked Wei Jue for a hug.

"Wish me luck."

Wei Jue lowered his head, and kissed her on the forehead. He didn't finish it, as if he was not satisfied, he bent down again, and sucked lightly on her lips.

"Ningning, I will give you all my good luck."

Meng Qingning kissed back and left contentedly.

Dai Ning exaggeratedly said: "Feed the dog food, feed the dog food."

Meng Qingning took a deep breath, held the hem of her skirt and pushed open the door to enter.

The dance she prepared today was something she had practiced for a long time, and the skirt on her body was very long.

For ordinary people, wearing such a large skirt on the body is easy to cause problems when dancing, and it is unexpected.

So even if a large skirt can increase the viewing of the dance, most people still choose short skirts.

So when Meng Qingning came to the stage, the mentors below were still surprised.

"She actually wears such a big skirt, it seems that she is very confident in her dancing."

"I heard that Murong Yuan personally named the students."

"Murong Yuan? The previous world champion?"

"Yes."

"That will really wait and see."

After Meng Qingning finished introducing herself, the stage fell into darkness.

A bunch of lights in the middle lit up, bathing the girl on the stage.

She kicked her legs in the first movement of the girl's swinging dress, and the skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air, like a swan flapping its wings.

Few dancers are as bold and self-inventing as she is.

So the performance at the beginning made all the mentors and referees shine.

"As expected of Murong Yuan's student, even at the beginning, he is so different."

"She chose this skirt, it seems that she has already prepared for it."

"But it's a big gamble."

"If she has the strength, how can she be gambling? Clothes are just to increase the beauty."

The sound of music was flowing slowly on the stage, Meng Qingning held her skirt, tiptoed and began to spin and jump on the stage.

outside the stage.

The picture of the game, if there is a live camera, is directed to the big screen outside through the camera inside.

After participating in the competition, many people who care about their performance will run to the big screen to see how the next dancers dance, and then compare with themselves to see if they can get a good ranking.

Meng Qingning was the last one to go in, and everyone never expected it.

Because she is Murong Yuan's student, those who care about grades and those who don't care about grades all came to watch.

Everyone wanted to know how proficient the students Murong Yuan personally named would be.

When Meng Qingning started to dance, everyone instantly saw the difference between her and her.

"No wonder, Teacher Murong would point her out, she dances really well."

"But did you dance so well at the beginning? Could it be because Teacher Murong taught you that you practiced so well?"

"So many students in Cariton are taught by Murong Yuan. Do you think everyone can dance so well? The master can lead in, and the rest is up to the individual to practice. It all depends on one's talent and hard work. How did she dance when she was young?" I don't know, but judging by her current movements and strength, she must have worked hard."

"Yes, hey, I guess the champion is her."

Those who were not convinced by Meng Qingning could only admire her after seeing her dance.

How about not being convinced?
People just hang you with their strength.

Murong Yuan stood in front of the big screen, feeling relieved like an old father.

It seems that this championship is stable.

However, one cannot be too confident until the results come out.

5 minutes later
Meng Qingning's dance ends
The tutors and referees discussed various things, and after nearly an hour, they called all the participating dancers to come in.

"Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses in this dance, and it also opened the eyes of the instructors. After an hour of intense discussions, we will announce three winners."

"First, let's announce No.3, Zhang Shuangjiang."

Zhang Shuangjiang, who didn't care about the ranking at all: "..."

She is actually No.3?