Chapter 13:

Xiang Yueming was completely stunned.
To be honest, she has made plans for Cheng Zhan not to come. At the beginning, I did not feel sad or disappointed.
Just now I suddenly got a little bit, so I got into a temper.
But when his words came out, the depression and unhappiness that Xiang Yueming pressed against his chest disappeared instantly.
She opened her lips and couldn't speak for a long time.
"Talk." Cheng Zhan felt the silence on her side, a little uncomfortable.
Xiang Yueming returned to his senses and said, "Oh," "I see."
Cheng Zhan: "That's it?"
Xiang Yueming blinked, suppressing the euphoria in her heart, and pursing the corners of her lips: "What does Cheng always want from me? Show you an ecstasy?" She paused and added: "Even if you want Performing, you have to come before you perform."
"..."
Cheng Zhan was speechless: "No."
He glanced at the watch time: "You are prepared."
"Yeah." Xiang Yueming licked her lower lip and suddenly thought of something: "Will you show up at the rehearsal site, will it have any effect?"
Cheng Zhan knew her worries and asked confidently: "The boss comes to see the rehearsal of his company's artists, what's the problem?"
"..." Xiang Yueming choked, "No."
Cheng Zhan: "What you worry about will not happen, I will solve it here."
Hearing this, Xiang Yueming let go: "I know, I'm hanging up."
"Ok."
Cheng Zhan looked at the hung-up phone and chuckled softly.
Ding Quan looked back at his eyes: "Cheng, everything has been arranged over there."
Cheng Zhan said "um", thinking about Xiang Yueming's worry: "Be careful."
"understand."
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The dance Xiang Yueming is going to dance today is a classical dance that I haven't danced for a long time.
She has studied ballet, classical, modern and folk, and even Latin for a period of time.
Xiang Yueming's parents are teachers, but because she often takes students out, she doesn't have much time to take care of her.
At that time, Xiang Yueming lived more with his grandparents.
Grandparents haven't retired yet, and they don't have time to follow her every day. It just so happens that a neighbor whose child is about the same age as Xiang Yueming, enrolled in a talent class. Send your children to learn talents every day, so you can have a lot of free time.
Xiang Yueming was sent to learn dance in this way.
In the beginning, she learned Guzheng. The people in their family are more interested in historical things, but Xiang Yueming is not very interested, and instead began to develop other talents.
By chance, the teacher suggested to her grandmother that she was not interested in musical instruments, and did not have much talent for learning well, so she could try dancing.
Thus, Xiang Yueming started the dance road.
She is more talented than the teacher imagined, and has a better memory. After the teacher teaches it twice, she can learn 10%.
Because of her love, Xiang Yueming is willing to use her time to dance while watching TV. In her childhood, apart from class, she was dancing.
Amazingly, she didn't feel bored and bored.
Just like what Sister Xia said, she had seen Xiang Yueming dance once, and she was able to say with certainty that the light in Xiang Yueming's eyes was given by the dance.
Just thinking about it, there was a knock on the door outside.
Xiang Yueming raised his eyes to the staff member: "Teacher Xiang, you will be here soon."
"Okay, come right away."
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Because of the rehearsal, Xiang Yueming didn't change clothes either.
She wore her modern outfit, jeans and T-shirt, and looked like she was going to dance modern dance instead of classical dance.
At least, Cheng Zhan in the audience thinks so.
Xiang Yueming took the stage and looked around subconsciously.
There were two people sitting in the corner, like staff.
Perceiving her gaze, Cheng Zhan raised his eyes.
A hat was pressed on his head, blocking most of the light. The well-tailored suit was also taken off, only the black shirt on the inside, which made people more and more precious and calm in the dark.
The two looked at each other.
Xiang Yueming blinked and didn't move.
The voice of the staff member came from one side: "Teacher Xiang, are you ready?"
Xiang Yueming returned to his senses and opened his mouth in response: "Okay."
She was about to withdraw her eyes when she suddenly noticed that Cheng Zhan's lips moved.
The lights on the stage dimmed, leaving only a small beam to illuminate the people in the middle.
The sound of music sounds like an ancient charm.
Ding Quan was stunned, looking at Xiang Yueming's posture and saying: "Miss Xiang, dancing classical dance?"
Cheng Zhan's eyelids moved, and he didn't say anything.
He stared straight at the people in the middle of the stage, feeling unclear.
The rehearsal is basically walking around, looking for lights so that it is convenient for formal recording without missing the shot.
It is rare for Xiang Yueming to finish the whole dance seriously.
By the time she finally landed on tiptoe, the surrounding staff failed to recover.
Everyone was stunned, and suddenly someone "wow" and began to applaud.
"My God, for the first time I know that Xiang Yueming can dance like this."
"It's so pretty! If she changes clothes, she definitely feels substituting."
"Too beautiful!"
...
There was a staff member's discussion in the ears, and a little sweat broke out on Yueming's forehead. She took the cup from Xiaoxi and bent down and bowed: "Thanks for your hard work, is there anything else you should pay attention to?"
The director looked at it and said softly: "It's okay, it's perfect."
Xiang Yueming bends the corners of her lips: "Thank you."
In the audience, Ding Quan turned to look at the man who had been silent.
"General Cheng."
Mr. Cheng narrowed his eyes, and faintly responded, "Let's go."
Ding Quan glanced at the time, and it was indeed too late.
He looked back at Xiang Yueming, who was still communicating with the director on stage, and asked in a low voice, "Would you like to talk to Miss Xiang."
"No." Cheng Zhan got up and walked to the side door: "She won't want to."
Ding Quan: "..."
He looked back and frowned, "But I think Miss Xiang will be willing."
By the time he said this, Cheng Zhan had already gone far.
Ding Quan was speechless for a while, and could only speed up his pace to keep up.
...
Xiang Yueming looked at the entrance and lost his mind.
"Yueming?"
"Yueming?" The director raised the volume and shouted: "When you perform in formal, there is the judges seat, remember to take a look."
Xiang Yueming returned to his senses and smiled at the director in front of him: "Okay, I know."
She pursed her lips: "Thank you."
The director gave her a thumbs up and whispered: "You are the most serious person I have ever seen rehearsal."
Xiang Yueming smiled.
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Back in the lounge again, Xiaoxi handed her the phone: "There is a message from Mr. Cheng."
She glanced at it and just two words-left.
Xiang Yueming curled his lips and didn't reply to him.
Xiaoxi glanced at her and asked cautiously: "Don't you want to reply to Mr. Cheng?"
"No." Xiang Yueming snorted coldly: "He doesn't comment on comments, why should I give him a reply?"
Xiaoxi: "..."
That said, there is some truth.
She blinked and whispered, "Does Mr. Cheng have no idea how to praise you?"
Xiang Yueming looked at her eyes and smiled: "Will he praise me?"
"Why not?" Xiaoxi said: "The dance you just danced is really beautiful!"
Xiang Yueming smiled: "In fact, I didn't perform well."
I don't know if it's nervous or it's been too long for a formal dance. She missed several points.
Xiang Yueming took a deep breath and opened his hand to her: "Give me the headphones. I will go to the changing room inside and practice again."
"what?"
Xiaoxi: "That dinner..."
"Stop eating, call me when the makeup artist comes over."
"it is good."
Xiang Yueming doesn't like being watched to practice dance, she prefers to practice in a corner alone.
After spending half an hour in the changing room, the makeup artist arrived.
Less than seven o'clock, the audience was already sitting down the stage excitedly.
This is a public recording of the TV station, and there is a circle of audiences around the stage. There are also professional judges on the stage, and on the other side there are 100 students from the dance academy who will participate in public voting in the later stage.
In the early stage, only the votes of the professional judges are counted.
The order of appearance is determined by drawing lots, with Xiang Yueming in seventh place.
There are many people participating in this show, some of them are professional dancers, and some are actors who learn to dance and then transfer to other professions.
Xiang Yueming didn't know much, not enough to say hello to him.
When others perform, there is live TV in the lounge to watch.
At seven o'clock, the recording officially started, and the host took the stage.
Xiang Yueming turned her head and glanced at one side of the TV, making Xiaoxi amplify her voice a lot.
The first to go on stage was a famous dancer.
When Xiang Yueming met, she looked at her from the corner of her eyes and looked forward to it.
Every artist who can participate in this show is not very capable.
At least from online exposure, Xiang Yueming is in the bottom.
The screams and cheers at the scene were extremely high, and Xiang Yueming saw the performance of the two teachers in front, and suddenly became nervous.
Xiaoxi's eyes widened, she couldn't help but take a deep breath and said, "Sister, it's too strong."
She murmured: "The dance is so beautiful."
Xiang Yueming said "Yes", looked straight and said, "Dance itself is beautiful."
"Are you nervous?"
"a little bit."
Xiang Yueming bent her lips and smiled: "But it's okay."
The time for each player to perform a song was recorded quickly.
The sixth place is Yu Shanshan, Xiang Yueming happens to be behind her.
After Shanshan's performance was over, the host came to the stage to boast a few words, and then announced the next players.
After hearing Xiang Yueming's name, many audience members began to agitate.
"Ah, why did Xiang Yueming choose to perform behind Yu Shanshan? Isn't she afraid of being crushed in all directions?"
"It was decided by lottery."
"Luck is really bad."
"Yeah, I don't know how she will be slapped in the face tonight."
"Let's wait and see, I've figured out how to post on Weibo to diss her when I go out! I must record it with the camera in all directions."
...
Xiang Yueming couldn't hear those sounds. When the stage lights dimmed and the staff signaled her to come on stage, her nervous heart suddenly calmed down.
In my ears, I couldn't even hear the screams and discussions.
She was left with the music ears still working.
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The stage was dark, and everyone in the audience watched with blazing eyes, "looking forward" to her performance.
Yu Shanshan quickly returned to the room.
Her assistant followed, glanced at her and said, "Sister Shanshan, don't worry, it will only be worse if Xiang Yueming is behind you."
Yu Shanshan sneered: "She has bad luck."
The assistant said: "It's not that you have bad luck. It's Sister Shanshan that you danced so well. For her kind of half-hearted players, there will be harm if there is a contrast."
The two were talking, and there was a ray of light on the stage.
The entertainers in the audience stared wide, and saw a thin, thin back and a light golden waistless skirt.
With the sound of music, her slender wrists were exposed, showing a graceful look.
The movement between the fingers of the wrist is enough to attract everyone's attention.
She hasn't turned around, but she still keeps everyone watching.
"When do you turn around?"
"Sister Shanshan? What is she doing? Is she going to only dance with her fingers?"
"To shut up."
Yu Shanshan's face was livid, looking at the man standing on one foot in the TV with the other foot extended.
Suddenly, the music started to become a little cheerful.
Under the expectation of everyone, Xiang Yueming turned around.
There was a fringed curtain on her face, and the moment she turned her head, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of light and smiles, the waves of her eyes flowed, and all the amorous feelings between her eyebrows were exhausted.
At that moment, everyone was fascinated by her.
She was looking straight into the camera, dancing.
The strength of the toes, the strength of the body, the twisting of the waist and abdomen, every time they stepped on the music node.
The fringed tulle fell inadvertently, and she looked up and smiled.
After the end of the song, there was silence for a few seconds.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of applause.
"Fuck you! Is this really Xiang Yueming?"
"Oh my God!! Absolutely!"
"Dead dead, I was killed by the smile of my pretty sister."
"I have a hunch, I don't know if this show will be popular, but Xiang Yueming will definitely be popular."
...
With a smile on Xiang Yueming's face, she turned around and waited for the judges to comment.
The four judges are all still in her dance just now.
It took a while before a teacher commented: "This dance is difficult to dance."
He looked at Xiang Yueming, laughed and said: "I can't think of words to praise you for a while, I will promote you first."
Xiang Yueming: "...thank you."
A female judge on one side did not hesitate to praise her: "I dare you to say that this is the most beautiful, infectious, and emotional dance so far. You have a strong tension when you dance. . You are not performing dancing, you are blending with dance, as if you were born for dancing."
...
The comments of the four judges ended and Xiang Yueming was promoted smoothly.
She pursed her lips and smiled, very different from when she was dancing.
When she stepped off the stage, Xiaoxi held her in a circle with excitement.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Xiang Yueming smiled and patted her shoulder: "You calm down, don't be so exaggerated."
"No way."
Xiaoxi yelled, "I can't wait to let the world see your dance just now."
She whispered: "Do you think Cheng Zong will regret it. He only watched your rehearsal but not your recording."
Just as Xiang Yueming wanted to talk, the phone Xiaoxi was holding vibrated.
The two looked down, and by coincidence, it was Cheng Zhan's call.
Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
She avoided the staff and answered with a low voice: "Hey."
There was no word.
Xiang Yueming frowned: "Did you dial the wrong number?"
Cheng Zhan: "...No."
He paused and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you change your clothes during rehearsal?"
"……what?"