good night warlord

Gu Qingya handed over the "Nightingale" videotape she found in her hand:

"Qingyi, come on, my cousin believes that you can do it."

Gu Qingyi took it over, looked at the video tapes in his hand and saw that the video tapes in the box were all made of uniform black plastic shells, with the names of various dances on a piece of label paper. These video tapes were recorded by the studio's own teacher. of.

He just nodded at Gu Qingya's encouragement, asked the staff at the front desk which dance studio was available, and went to an empty dance studio.

Gu Qingya looked at her back, with a sneer on her lips.

Gu Qingyi, I'm waiting to see you make a fool of yourself.

Before Gu Qingya went back, she specifically explained to the front desk why she gave Gu Qingyi the "Nightingale" CD, and the front desk staff quickly spread the word.

Teacher Su made an exception and planned to teach a young dancer who has no basic skills, and the request was still an entry-level difficulty of dancing for an hour. The students all felt incredible:

"'Nightingale' is so simple, I only knew it in three hours. It seems that the teacher really intends to accept her as a student."

"That's not necessarily the case. If she is physically uncoordinated, "Nightingale" is simple, but her body coordination must be very good. If she can't even dance "Nightingale" well, let alone classical dance."

"I'll know after an hour. The teacher's questions are so simple. If she doesn't know how, it will really be a waste of the teacher's kindness."

"Thinking about when I came to see Mr. Su, Mr. Su checked all kinds of difficult movements, but this little girl only needs to learn the nightingale. It's really unfair."

Listening to their discussion, Gu Qingya imagined that an hour later when Gu Qing was in a mess and was laughed at by everyone, she was looking forward to it.

It would be great if Gu Qingyi could completely give up her plan to dance today.

Gu Qingya felt that everything was safe, so she turned and went back to Teacher Su's dance classroom.

While everyone was waiting, Gu Qingyi really left the closed dance room an hour later.

It was obvious that Gu Qingyi was exhausted.

The little girl was dripping with sweat, and some students waiting outside were startled:
"Dancing "Nightingale" and sweating so much? It seems that you really don't have any basic skills."

"I'm afraid she is too nervous. For dancing, the more nervous you are, the easier it is to make mistakes."

"Looking at her like that, you know it's impossible. Fortunately, Teacher Su didn't agree to accept her as a student at the beginning."

"I thought it would be some kind of talented person who could make Mr. Su an exception. It seems that I guessed wrong."

"Let's go, let's go and see if she can learn "Nightingale" in an hour."

Gu Qingyi knocked on the door of Teacher Su's dance studio, and soon heard Teacher Su's voice from inside:
"Come in."

Gu Qingyi raised her hand and wiped the fine sweat on her forehead before walking in:
"Teacher, one hour is up."

Su Lilian deliberately didn't ask someone to call her, but also wanted to see if she would abide by the agreement, or if she would deliberately pretend that she didn't know and was practicing in the dance studio as long as she didn't send someone to call her.

She was very satisfied with the little girl's punctuality, Su Lilian looked at the little girl who came in.

The tip of the little girl's nose is covered with sweat, a bit beyond Su Lilian's expectation:

"How is it? Do you think "Nightingale" is difficult?"

There were a lot of people crowded at the entrance of the dance studio, all wanting to see what she had learned in an hour.

Lu Qingyi thought about it, and said embarrassedly: "It's a bit difficult, but it's okay, if you study hard, you can still learn it."

The students waiting at the door couldn't help it:
"Nightingale is difficult, so why learn to dance?"

"That's right, "Nightingale" can be danced by children, okay?"

"It seems that she is really not suitable for dancing."

Su Lilian was surprised. The "Nightingale" she chose was already the simplest dance teaching. If someone said "Nightingale" like that, it would be difficult for her to ask that person out every minute, but the little girl in front of her was also serious. After practicing for an hour, I also put my heart into it:

"Okay, how are you doing?"

Su Lilian's tone was somewhat disappointed, and Gu Qingyi could hear it:

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"So-so, I hope you won't be disappointed."

Gu Qingya, who was resting while wiping off her sweat, felt happy when she heard her say so-so.

I'm afraid it's not so-so, but horrible.

Gu Qingya said:
"Qingyi, dancing is not something that can be sloppy. The so-called 1 minute on stage is [-] years off stage. If your performance on stage is sloppy, the audience will not buy it."

Gu Qingya intends to remind Teacher Su Lilian that if Gu Qingyi completes the task carelessly, the teacher will lose face.

These words also resonated with many people at the entrance of the dance studio:
"I have practiced for ten years before I was taught by Teacher Su personally. She doesn't have any basic skills. Where does the confidence come from to make Teacher Su look up to you?"

"I have also practiced for six years. If you make a mistake on stage, the audience will not care that you have practiced for several years."

"If she doesn't dance well on stage, if people find out that Teacher Su taught her, no one will laugh at her, and everyone will laugh at Teacher Su."

Su Lilian's expression became more serious, Gu Qingya's words were correct, she wanted to promote classical dance, but she couldn't just break her own rules:
"Then come and dance for a while, and let me see what you can do."

Gu Qingyi looked at them, nodded, and then came to the center of the stage.

She closed her eyes and let the music and images begin to play in her mind.

She didn't know why such a majestic dance took such a gentle name as "Nightingale". According to her understanding of the dance movements, such movements should belong to the phoenix.

Gu Qingyi raised her hand and began to dance the first movement, turning around...

Someone among the students at the door of the dance studio called out

"Look, she made a mistake in the first move, she won't have forgotten some moves because of nervousness."

"Maybe she didn't start from scratch?"

"Is there any turning movement in "Nightingale"?"

"This……"

In the middle of the dance room, a girl was spinning desperately. She was very petite, but she seemed to have endless vitality, burning and blooming.

After the turning movement was completed, she lay down on the ground, and then opened her arms in a posture that combined movement and movement, like newborn wings...

The dance room was quiet, and the students at the door all opened their mouths wide, watching the girl rise from the ashes.

Gu Qingya tightly clenched the hand holding the sweat towel, how could it be?How can it be?

Su Lilian's usually calm eyes also ignited flames, this little girl did not dance "Nightingale" at all...