genius dancer

This fall was done on purpose by him.

Although he had planned this for a long time, he didn't start to put it into action until today.

"what happened?"

Seeing Lin Qi accidentally fell to the ground, Fan Shu stopped quickly and helped him up.

Lynch stood up and smiled awkwardly.

"It's nothing, I just want to try, can I break myself out like you did."

Such an explanation made Fan Shu helpless to help the cold sweat on his forehead.

You can get a dancing instrument from the future with just a fall, how can there be such a cheap thing.

"Hey, it hurts!"

Lynch touched his butt, but there was no change except for the pain. He couldn't help looking at Fan Shu angrily.

"Oh! I don't even want to practice dancing with you now."

Fan Shu was still immersed in his dance steps, without thinking about other things, he asked subconsciously.

"what happened?"

Lynch sighed.

"What else can you do? Your current dance steps are becoming more and more elegant. I can't keep up with your rhythm at all."

"Unknowingly, you have left me far away."

"At the beginning, when you were dancing with He Jiatang, I could barely keep up with your beginning. But now, your beginning has already made it difficult for me to catch up."

His words stunned Fan Shu.

Indeed, with his current level, even He Jiatang can't keep up with his rhythm, let alone Lynch whose level is even lower than that of He Jiatang.

Even though he takes care of his companions and chooses simpler dance music when practicing dance, even so, he dances too hard.

In the final analysis, Lynch's talent is too weak, and his strength progresses too slowly.

"By the way, do you know about the underground hip-hop competition?" Fan Shu shook his head helplessly and changed the subject.

"Of course I know. Tomorrow is the registration time. I'm going to win the championship this time...Forget it, with you here, I can't win the championship."

When it came to the hegemony contest, Lynch's face was full of excitement, and suddenly he thought of the freak around him, and was instantly discouraged.

"Don't you have to be in the top ten in the region to sign up?"

"That's right, I'm one of the top ten in our school. How about it? I didn't expect that." Having said this, the little prince's face was full of pride.

"You are one of the top ten, where is your ranking?" Fan Shu really did not expect that his friend was actually one of the top ten in Mingling.

"The rankings are all floating clouds, especially our school's rankings are changing very fast, and now I am No.10..."

"You can sign up with me tomorrow. With your skills, you will definitely be able to enter the top three. I will be satisfied with the fourth place." Lynch said cheekily.

"I'm afraid I can't do this, I don't have any ranking."

There was a bit of disappointment on Fan Shu's face.

Originally, he wanted to get a ranking in the school before the competition, but he didn't expect to start registering tomorrow.At this time, it is simply impossible to get a ranking.

"That's it..." Lynch pondered, and quickly made a decision: "I will give you my ranking, you can sign up tomorrow."

"How about this, don't you really want to participate in the competition?"

"Forget it, I can't even compare with He Jiatang, and I probably won't be able to advance to the competition. But you are different. If you can win the championship, remember to share half of the prize money with me." He smiled freely.

"But……"

"Don't be a mother-in-law, I'm still waiting for half of the bonus, I believe in you, you can do it!"

"Hey, you take me as Lu Buwei, and you are a stranger." The little prince interrupted his friend with a smile.

Although he said that he wanted to take the third No.4 or even win the championship in the competition, Lynch knew very well in his heart that it was not easy to be in the top ten of the school with his strength, and he just wanted to participate in the underground street dance competition. Just to open your eyes.

But if Fan Shu were to compare, the result might be completely different.

He has seen his friend's progress in recent days. If it was him, the chance of winning should be greater, and giving him the ranking is also considered a repayment of the original kindness.

Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, Lynch acted more casually: "That's it, I will accompany you to sign up tomorrow."

"Then thank you." Thinking of his goal, the boy finally nodded emphatically.

……

Feitian Dance Club, located in a bustling area, is one of several well-known dance clubs in Zhonghai.

Early on Sunday morning, before the Feitian Club opened for business, hip-hop lovers from various schools and regions in Zhonghai had already lined up in long queues.

These people are hip-hop dancers with rankings everywhere, holding triangular flags representing their status in their hands.

Fan Shu, who was in the middle of the line, also had a flag in his hand, with a golden crown painted on a blue background.

This flag originally belonged to Lynch, the little hip-hop prince, as a companion. At this time, Lynch stood close to his friend and stood outside the team.

"It's a great club."

Looking at the tall buildings rising from the ground in front of him and the huge flying logo, Fan Shu found that this place is much stronger than He Jiayan's Black Flame Club.

"Of course, the Feitian Club is a club invested by the Feitian school. There are not many clubs in China Overseas that can compare with this." Lynch's eyes showed a bit of admiration.

"What is the Feitian genre?"

"In the dance world, there are genres. Although the Feitian genre is a new genre in recent years, its unique flying dance steps are very powerful. Moreover, the Feitian genre is rich and powerful, and there is a faint rhythm of catching up with the four major genres."

"Is there such a thing?"

The distinction between genres was an eye-opener for Fan Shu. Looking at his good friend, he couldn't help asking: "Then what genre are you?"

"I?"

Lynch sighed, "At my level, I'm not popular at all. Where did I come from?"

He was full of frustration, and then said: "But I heard that if you can get good results in this underground hip-hop competition, you will have a chance to enter Feitian Stream."

Fan Shu had no interest in entering the Feitian School. He was more curious about the four legendary schools, so he hurriedly asked, "What are the four schools you mentioned just now?"

"That would be amazing!"

"The four major schools are Qinglong, Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu. They are dance schools that have been inherited for hundreds of years, representing the highest level of dance..."

Speaking of the four major genres, Lynch had obviously heard a lot, and started to talk about them endlessly.

This also allowed Fan Shu to fully understand many things about the four major schools, and hoped that one day, he would be able to see the essence of martial arts among the four major schools.

While talking, the two had already walked to the registration office of the Feitian Club.

The organizer of this underground hip-hop competition is this club.

"Lynch, you came quite early, have you signed up yet?"

Just when it was Fan Shu's turn to sign up, a tall and thin boy greeted them.

"I didn't come to sign up."

Lynch glanced at the young man, and responded calmly.

The boy in front of him is also a student of Mingling High School, Feng Mingzhe, who is ranked eighth in school street dancing.

"Don't sign up? If you don't sign up, why do you work so hard to get the top ten rankings? Don't you want to participate in the underground hip-hop competition?"

Feng Mingzhe couldn't help frowning.

"It's him who signed up today."

Lynch pulled Fan Shu who was beside him, "I have given him my qualification for the competition."

"he?"

Feng Mingzhe looked Fan Shu up and down, and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Isn't this the weak chicken who runs last in your class?"

Lynch rushed over with a livid face.

"Bamboo pole, if something comes at me, it's nothing to hurt my friend!"

Because Feng Mingzhe is tall and thin, he has the nickname "Bamboo Pole".

This bamboo pole is not simple either. Relying on his own physical advantages, he created a set of "bamboo pole windmill" movements. With this movement, he can firmly sit in the top ten of Mingling High School.

As for the conflict between him and Lynch, it was mainly because his younger brother, the little hip-hop prince, took the tenth place in the school from his younger brother.

He had heard about the fact that Fan Shu had won against He Jiatang before, but he didn't believe it. It was just his luck that the weak chicken had the ability to win against the ninth-ranked bully.

Seeing Lynch handing over the ranking to him now, I feel even more annoyed.

Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two, Fan Shu frowned and couldn't help asking.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, it's just some trivial things, go ahead, it's your turn to sign up."

Lynch shook his head and said.

Fan Shu nodded, came to the registration desk, was about to sign up, but Feng Mingzhe suddenly stepped forward and stopped him.

"Wait a moment!"

Feng Mingzhe's actions made Lynch very angry, he stepped forward and pushed him.

"What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?"

Feng Mingzhe sneered with a smile.

"I don't mean anything, I just want to ask the organizers, if someone is an impostor and has no ranking at all, is such a person eligible to participate?"

His voice suddenly raised its pitch, and for a while, everyone in the club could hear him clearly.

"An impostor?"

"How does this work!"

There was an uproar.

Among the hip-hop lovers who came to Feitian Club, apart from the top ten applicants, there are many who are not qualified to participate.

The originally orderly registration team suddenly became chaotic, and many hip-hop fans stood up and questioned the competition.

"It's outrageous, you can participate without ranking, why can't I participate?"

"It turned out that it was possible to impostor, but I didn't expect that there was a shady scene in it. It's worth not to participate in such a competition."

At the lobby on the second floor of the Feitian Club, a woman in a professional dress saw the chaos at the registration front desk, and couldn't help frowning and asking about the people around her.

"What's going on next?"