Chapter 29: Is this also OK?

The staff counted the number plates one by one. Jiang Zhe's number was 45, which was considered a good number.
He didn't feel happy. He had a strong sense of superiority since he was a child. The only time he lost miserably was in the sixth competition. He thought he won the championship, but he did not expect to be won by a little girl. The average score was only higher than him. 0.1.
It was like a thorn in his heart.
He remembered her look, remembered her name, and saw him more than two years later, but she did not recognize him at all.
He smiled coldly.
People are always like this. People who are one step behind are not reconciled and have no idea who he is.
The thorn in my throat couldn't swallow, couldn't spit it out, and it was blocked.
Moreover, Ning Zhen's soft look was too far from what he imagined, and it was completely different from the people on stage.
Jiang Zhe was even more annoyed. He glanced at her, the light was on, her curled eyelashes cast shadows, and her skin was almost transparent. He didn't look so good, so he went back to the hotel.
On the second day of the semifinal, everyone came to the dance hall early.
Ning Zhen is carrying a backpack with the clothes she will wear for the performance. She is not sure whether she can make it to the finals, so she decided to perform MODENJAZZ directly in the second round. The semifinals are much more formal than the preliminary rounds, and almost everyone will choose Put on dancing clothes.
She looked around, and several girls had already put on various performance clothes. Among them was the girl who asked her to change the number plate yesterday.
It seems that almost all the players who put on the clothes are the players with the top number plates.
She turned her eyes and saw the boy dancing hip-hop standing in the corner.
He was still dressed casually, black shirt, camouflage pants, and standing in the corner with his arms folded. When the staff spoke, the expression on his face was very impatient.
He seemed to feel her gaze, and he looked over and met her gaze.
Jiang Zhe's poor eyesight almost put his hatred on his face.
He was so obvious that Ning Zhen was embarrassed to look again.
Inexplicably hated by others... She sighed, feeling a little helpless.
The semifinal time is relatively free, but the individual performance time should not exceed ten minutes. The judges will score on the spot, and the results will be announced one hour after everyone's performance.
These advanced players can choose to watch in the audience or stay in the waiting room to practice on their own.
The waiting room is very spacious and the game starts at nine in the morning. At nine o'clock exactly, music can be faintly heard backstage.
Ning Zhen's number plate is estimated to be played at noon. She had breakfast, but for the sake of lightness, she still chose not to eat lunch.
When it was eleven o'clock, she felt hungry and took a bit of chocolate from her backpack.
She eats very delicately, like a hamster.
Ning Zhen seemed to feel something, and when he raised his head, he saw the boy dancing hip-hop looking at him with complicated eyes.
She was a little embarrassed.
This is... mean he wants to eat too?
To show her friendship, she touched a piece of chocolate from her schoolbag and approached him: "Are you hungry, do you want to eat?"
Jiang Zhe glanced at her coldly, ignored her, walked to the sofa in the waiting room, and slept directly.
The people in the waiting room secretly looked over, and many people were laughing.
Ning Zhen retracted his hand, put the chocolate back in his bag, and found a seat to sit down. The embarrassment was even worse when she was shaken in public, and she blushed a little. Ning Zhen calmed down for a while and didn't care, and she didn't do anything bad.
There are players coming back from the front desk one after another, and their faces are mixed.
Most of the people who finished the game did not choose to leave, and sat in the waiting room waiting for news.
Although you can practice in the waiting room, no one chooses to dance here. They usually watch the dance videos and wait quietly.
Ning Zhen silently listened to the music to find the beat, and suddenly waited for a commotion in the room. The music in the earphones was covered up. Ning Zhen raised his eyes and was startled by the scene not far away.
A girl in blue clothes fell to the ground, and everyone around was chatting about something, Ning Zhen quickly took off the headphones.
The discussion is clearer.
She heard a girl's voice: "It all depends on what I do. I didn't touch her. She fell by herself!"
It was the girl who asked Ning Zhen to change numbers before, named Zhao Mengying.
The gossip always spread quickly, the crowd was noisy, and Ning Zhen almost immediately guessed what was going on.
Zhao Mengying brought the takeaway into the waiting room. The food tasted too great, which caused dissatisfaction with the girl in the blue clothes. After they argued for a few words, the girl in the blue clothes suddenly fainted.
The boys and girls all around looked over there, and a few people wanted to go there, but hesitated.
This kind of thing happened during the game, it would be bad if it was misunderstood or delayed.
Jiang Zhe was awakened.
He frowned and looked at the crowd, just in time to see Ning Zhen running past.
She was a little flustered and didn't dare to move the the ground, calling 120 with the phone in her hand. Ning Zhen had never encountered such a thing before, and didn't know what to do. The the ground was motionless. She said anxiously, "Look for the staff to take a look."
As if waking up from a dream, some people finally moved and hurried to find the staff.
Someone took the lead to save people, and several people surrounded them one after another.
Zhao Mengying is no longer where he was.
But no one cares about her at this time.
It's all a group of young teenagers and girls, and they feel a little confused when encountering such things.
The staff rushed over after receiving the news, and the professional rescue staff immediately checked the body of the girl in blue.
After a while the person was carried away.
But no matter how difficult the waiting room is to quiet down, they are all discussing the matter just now.
Most of them blamed Zhao Mengying. Although she did not do anything to others, she hides the fastest when something happens, which makes people feel bad.
Ning Zhen frowned and sat back, hoping that the girl was fine.
After all, her emotions were affected, and her spirit became tense.
Only after regaining her senses, she was startled by the smell around her, and she picked up her schoolbag with a large red oil stain on it.
Ning Zhen hurriedly opened his schoolbag and took out the dancing costume inside.
A large patch of beige pants was dyed.
Under the dazzling light, it's hard to ignore it.
Zhao Mengying walked over and bent down: "What about me? Pretending to be so vicious, isn't it proud of you to set me off?"
The second time Ning Zhen encountered this kind of thing, his anger could hardly be suppressed.
How can people be so bad!
Ning Zhen raised his hand and threw the grease-stained bag on Zhao Mengying: "Crazy!" She rarely scolded people. It was the first time she scolded people in the public. She valued this competition so much, but someone could do it for their own benefit. Destroy people tirelessly.
Rabbits will bite when they are anxious.
Zhao Mengying's pale pink clothes were also stained with oil.
She changed her face and raised her arm.
The wrist was caught.
Jiang Zhe smiled coldly: "Classmate, you are too much. The waiting room is monitored."
After he finished speaking, Zhao Mengying looked back, and the monitor was behind her, and the small red light flickered. She chuckled softly and didn't bother.
What about monitoring?
She "accidentally" soiled a certain classmate's bag, and the big deal was to give her a bag. Her game was over, but Ning Zhen had no clothes for the game.
Get out.
Zhao Mengying smiled, did not look at them again, and left the waiting room.
Ning Zhen bit his lip, clenching his fists. Destiny seemed to be joking with her, encountering such things one after another.
Jiang Zhe frowned and looked at her without speaking.
There was a strong greasy smell from the trousers beside me, so I definitely couldn't wear it like this.
The voice of the microphone came over, "The following is a performance by student No. 31, please prepare for student No. 32."
Ning Zhen is number 34.
She suddenly got up and ran outside, not so easy to admit defeat, not so easy to end.
Jiang Zhe's index finger touched his chin, thoughtfully.
After a while, Ning Zhen came back with a pair of scissors in his hand.
Because she chose to dance MODENJAZZ, the upper body of the contestant was a tight-fitting navel, and the pants were very loose, similar to harem pants.
She lowered her eyes and cut along the oil stains, turning her middle trousers into shorts.
Picking up all the way to the base of her thigh, her scissors paused, and she gritted her teeth to cut the bottom of her trousers.
A little shorter than shorts.
But finally I can wear it.
This kind of pants... she squeezed the fabric in her hand tightly, saying that it was fake.
In case... exposed...
The voice for No. 33 to prepare came from the microphone.
Ning Zhen gritted his teeth and took the dance costume to the dressing room.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Zhe said, frowning: "Are you jazz?"
Ning Zhen turned around to see him and nodded. She was upset at the moment. Jiang Zhe suddenly said, "Give me the scissors. You will wait for me for a minute."
On both sides of the bright hall, there are white double-layer gauze curtains. The outside is a cloth curtain, and the inside is a thin layer of yarn, occasionally dotted with sequins.
Jiang Zhe took the scissors and cut out a large piece directly.
Other people in the waiting room: "..."
Ning Zhen was also a little stunned.
He walked back and handed the gauze curtain to her hand: "I can do it for myself."
Seeing that she was a bit dull, he added impatiently: "The skirt also has a skirt jump method, this is not a flexible way, it is better to stop jumping."
She is running out of time.
Ning Zhen hurriedly entered the dressing room. She changed her clothes in a hurry, glanced at the wide white gauze curtain, picked it up and wrapped it around her pants.
When she walked out of the locker room, many people's eyes were a little surprised. Jiang Zhe glanced, then looked away.
Surprisingly beautiful.
The black tight-fitting umbilical dress reveals a soft and slender waist, and the sequins on the outside of the temporary "skirt" are dotted with colorful light.
Is this also OK?
Whether it was okay or not, she opened the door, just when the host's sweet voice came.
"Let’s ask student 34 to perform..."