genius dancer

Seeing the youngster's performance on the field, Li Lina couldn't help but think of the scene at the Feitian Club that day.

"It's over..." Lin Qiaoqiao's face was full of pain.

When the final scale fell, the score on the scoreboard was fixed at 150:98. At the last moment, Fan Shu overtook his opponent by 52 points.

With such a big score, the score was won, and thanks to the DJ who helped Zhao Hua cheat. In order to destroy the boy's rhythm, the DJ forcibly increased the rhythm to the fastest.

However, this result not only failed to disrupt Fan Shu's rhythm, but also caused Zhao Hua to lose his rhythm one after another, resulting in a continuous decline in points.

After all, Fan Shu was completely following Zhao Hua's rhythm. DJ wanted to destroy his rhythm, but it was tantamount to destroying Zhao Hua's rhythm.

At the critical moment, Fan Shu broke out, but Zhao Hua was dumbfounded. This is not the rhythm that was agreed in advance!
"Zhao Hua will win!"

The game is over, and the "Tuo" in the audience are still doing their best to cheer for Mr. Zhao.There is no need to explain this situation, everyone can understand how Mr. Zhao's popularity came from.

Hearing the slogan of his own victory, Zhao Hua's lungs were about to explode.But in front of so many club representatives, he couldn't get angry. He could only give Fan Shu a vicious look, and then walked off the stage in despair.

"Zhao Hua will win! Everyone shout hard, Mr. Zhao will pay us back in a while!" Lynch tried to encourage the people in the audience.

As a result, the applause was even louder.That scene seemed to be cheering for the top dancers. If it weren't for the score on the scorer, Mr. Zhao might have been so happy right now.

"It's really not easy." Wiping the sweat off his face, Fan Shu felt really tired from winning this time.

"How can you win?" Lin Qiaoqiao looked at Fan Shu pitifully.

"What's wrong?" Fan Shu was puzzled, shouldn't he win?
"Who made you win!" Lin Qiaoqiao was even more annoyed when thinking of the tragic life of practicing dance every day in the future.

"Didn't you tell me to win before?" Fan Shu was even more confused.

"I..." Lin Qiaoqiao was speechless.

"Hehe~ Qiaoqiao, you have to admit defeat." Li Lina laughed happily.

"You guys bully me together!" Lin Qiaoqiao stomped her feet and said.

"Sister Na, what's the matter?" Fan Shu couldn't understand the situation, so he could only ask Li Lina.

"It's nothing, you can take a rest first, and watch Qiaoqiao's performance later." Li Lina said again with a smile.

For professional dancers and club representatives, the next dance fight is the real highlight.

Although many people did not know the identities of Shen Lan and Lin Qiaoqiao, but seeing the people of Suzaku and Feitian Club, everyone felt that this was a duel between the two clubs.

"Fortunately, the Brilliant Club has nothing to do with us. But if Sister Lan loses, it will not only disgrace the Shen family, but also the domestic Suzaku Club, right?" Shen Lin said with a sneer.

"It's still too late to change your mind, otherwise, if you lose the game, will Eldest Sister still have the face to say that her surname is Shen?" Shen Bing continued to add embellishments.

"Don't worry, I won't lose!" Shen Lan said angrily.

"Anyone can talk, but it's useless if you don't have the strength to say more!" Shen Bing said, his eyes fell on Fang Feiyang, "Why, don't you speak for her?"

Although Fang Feiyang hated Shen Lin, this wonderful pair of brothers and sisters, he did not rescue Shen Lan again.

He still has a longer-term plan. It will not do him any good to provoke the Shen Lin brothers and sisters at this moment.

"This is your family business, I don't care about it." He shook his head indifferently, but he was thinking about how to use this self-righteous Third Miss Shen.

"You're smart." Shen Bing smiled. She was a little moved when she saw the handsome young man in front of her. Now that he no longer helped Shen Lan, she boldly proposed the invitation, "Do you have time tonight?"

"..." Fang Feiyang didn't answer immediately, and then nodded slightly.

……

The third uncle was dragged to talk by other club representatives, and the brother who had always cared about him actually chatted with Shen Bing, and that Fan Shu was joking with Lin Qiaoqiao opposite.

Suddenly, Shen Lan felt abandoned by the world.A strong sense of helplessness brought tears to her beautiful eyes.

After a short preparation, the dance competition between Shen Lan and Lin Qiaoqiao is about to start.

Seeing that the game was about to start, Shen Qingsheng, who was pulled away by everyone to talk, came over and asked Fang Feiyang: "Is Lanlan in a better mood?"

"It should be fine, don't worry, teacher."

But is Shen Lan really okay?
Although she was standing on the field, her mind was not on the fighting dance, and the helplessness in her heart became more and more intense.

It seems that only by defeating this Shen Lan can he find an excuse not to practice dancing every day.At this moment, Lin Qiaoqiao looked at her opponent with high fighting spirit. In order not to be forced to practice dancing, she must win.

I don't know if the previous DJ was dismissed by Zhao Hua, but the DJ was replaced again in this fight.This reassured Lin Qiaoqiao a lot, lest DJ help the opponent, and then she would be even less sure of defeating Shen Lan.

Two girls of the same age represent the two major clubs, and with one black and one white attire, they are even more opposite.

In the previous dance fights, the audience only yelled after taking money.And now everyone is full of anticipation for the fight dance.

At this moment, the supporting role, Fan Shu, focused all her attention on Shen Lan. The long hair hanging from her forehead brushed her jade face. The white dance clothes set off her exquisite figure, which was charming and charming.

For some reason, he always felt that Shen Lan was not in a good mood, her eyebrows were furrowed, and her eye circles were a little red, what's wrong with her?He couldn't help turning his head to look at Shen Lin and Shen Bing.

The music sounded, and the second dance fight officially started.Unlike previous dance music with elusive rhythms, this dance music has a clear and smooth rhythm from the beginning.

When the first scale fell, Lin Qiaoqiao also stepped out of the dance.Her dance steps are a fusion of reggae, jazz and Latin moves, full of passionate feelings.

"Good!" The audience shouted in unison and praised loudly.

Shen Lan, on the other hand, has modern dance steps and classical dance steps, her movements are light and agile, and her long hair flows with her movements, like the wind blowing across a lake, she is so elegant.

Obviously, the dance styles of the two girls, like their attire, are also two different extremes, one is as passionate as fire, and the other is as gentle as water.

The professional dancers present couldn't help but nodded as they watched the dance steps of the two girls, obviously approving of their dancing skills.At the same time, he secretly regretted why his club did not have such outstanding rookies.

Although there was no gap between the scores, Li Lina was still a little worried.From the dance steps of the two, she could feel that Shen Lan was slightly better than Lin Qiaoqiao, and she was more solid in basic skills.

If the opponent makes no mistakes, it seems that Qiaoqiao will lose this time.

The scale picked up speed, and both girls began to prepare for floor moves.If only from the surface, Lin Qiaoqiao, who is passionate and unrestrained, is more suitable for the next rhythm than Shen Lan, who is gentle and indifferent, but that is only the surface.

With the help of reggae's hot dance steps, Lin Qiaoqiao stood upside down, her slender legs made a split in mid-air, and then her body turned quickly.Such a smooth movement, naturally cheers constantly.

Shen Lan didn't stand on her head, her soft body leaned down, her hands fell to the ground, and her long hair like a waterfall fluttered along with it.The movements are a bit like a looping floor, but also like the flying sleeves of a classical dance, elegant and soft.

The evenly matched score changed at this moment, and Shen Lan lightly overtook his opponent by three points.

Fan Shu was very surprised. Although he knew that Shen Lan's street dance was the best in the school, he had never really seen her street dance.Seeing her performance now is an eye-opener.

In everyone's impression, classical dance has always been very rigorous, and it is difficult to change it or integrate it into other dances.Forcibly blending classics and fashion will only be neither fish nor fowl.

However, Shen Lan connected the two with ease, not only without losing the classical elegance, but also full of fashion and movement.If you don't have strong basic dance skills, you can't do it.

Similarly, Lin Qiaoqiao's performance made Fan Shu feel inferior. Not to mention the fusion of multiple dances, as far as the explosive power displayed by that thin body is concerned, it may be difficult for many boys to do it.

Shen Qingsheng on the opposite side was also watching the dance fight between the two seriously. He had fought against Li Yanran of the Flying Apsaras several times, and he admired her dancing skills very much.

Now after seeing the performance of Li Yanran's daughter Lin Qiaoqiao, he felt that the threat of Feitian school to Suzaku school was really getting bigger and bigger.

Looking at the Shen Lin brothers and sisters who were placed high hopes by the sect, they still looked disapproving, and Shen Qingsheng's heart was even heavier.

Can't lose!Lin Qiaoqiao, who was behind in the score, was not discouraged at all. This time, winning or losing is related to her freedom. She doesn't want to go to dance practice every day.

On the other hand, Shen Lan didn't have much thought of winning or losing, and she was still silent at the moment.It seemed that for a while, he was an abandoned child, and no one cared about him, let alone pity him.

Inadvertently, her footsteps slowed down, and the originally smooth rhythm suddenly appeared wrong.

what happened?Finding that Shen Lan was following the wrong rhythm, Fan Shu couldn't help becoming nervous.He knew very well that with Lin Qiaoqiao's level, he would never leave any chance for an opponent who made a mistake.

Sure enough, just a small mistake made Shen Lan fall behind by 10 points in an instant.

Such a change made Li Lina and Shen Qingsheng stand up at the same time.They couldn't believe how Shen Lan, who had solid basic skills, would make such a low-level mistake.

"Haha... He really lost the Suzaku style." Shen Lin laughed triumphantly.

"It's okay, the level of domestic experts is just like this, and the third uncle who loses money often praises her..."

"Shut up!" Shen Qingsheng, who has always been gentle and refined, suddenly roared, interrupting the ridicule of the Shen Lin brothers and sisters. He was really angry at this moment.

I made a mistake?Noticing the lag in the score, Shen Lan was stunned, how could she make a mistake?
However, one wrong step and one wrong step, Shen Lan, who was in a more chaotic mood, performed even more unbearably in the next step, making mistakes in rhythm constantly, and Lin Qiaoqiao's points were far behind by Lin Qiaoqiao.

Is she letting me go?Lin Qiaoqiao couldn't help being puzzled seeing her opponent making mistakes one after another.However, she didn't have time to think too much, but took the opportunity to continue overtaking, preparing to completely defeat her opponent.

There is already a gap of 40 points, and the game time has just passed halfway. If this continues, Shen Lan's result will only be a disastrous defeat.

Fan Shu couldn't stand it anymore, he didn't want to see Shen Lan lose, let alone see her sad.In a hurry, he shouted: "Come on, Shen Lan, you can do it!"

This encouragement made the two girls on the field look sideways; Lin Qiaoqiao's eyes were filled with anger, and Shen Lan's face was full of surprise.

The electronic scorer flickered for a while. This time, the two girls made mistakes at the same time, and their points were dropping rapidly.

"Come on..." Realizing that he had caused trouble, Fan Shu's voice became much lower.