This is the first time in the past few days that someone has called Zhou good night.
Other teachers were afraid of irritating her again and did not dare to put any pressure on her. Even if it was a sentence that everyone had to sing in turn, they would usually skip her on the grounds of "Good night, I just came here, you can practice again." .
Abby stood up.
Zhou Wan'an's own personal skills are biased toward dancing, and her dance foundation is not bad. However, after "Aya Girl" gradually entered the verge of disintegration, her fighting spirit was also being worn away day by day, and she was too lazy to train. Whether it's dancing or singing, if a skill is not practiced for a long time, it will become rusty. Without strict diet and body data control, the muscles will not be able to meet the requirements for climax.
"Pick Pretty Girls" is a quick program for girl idols. The competition only lasts for a few months. There is no way Zhou Wanwan could return to his best condition in the first one or two months.
If her ranking was in the middle, maybe the audience would accept her and give her time to grow up, but she was "spurred" by the company, fueled by the fire, and climbed to the top as soon as she arrived, which was in stark contrast to the girls in the same class A. In contrast, how could the fire of criticism not be aimed at her.
Abe stood up.
The past few days of training have made her relatively adapted to the muscle composition of this body. She can't dance, but she can hunt. There is one characteristic in common between them. She walked to the open space vacated by everyone in front of her, stretched her limbs to warm up, and then gave an "ok" gesture to Jiang Mu.
Jiang Mu pressed the music switch.
An electronic dance song with a fast tempo at the beginning. When Ai Bei made the first move, Jiang Mu's fox eyes under the brim of his hat narrowed slightly. Her strength was the same as before, weak and weak. It was obvious that she had neglected practice, but her rhythm at the beginning was so good, better than every time before.
Several consecutive movements of twisting the waist and shoulders, the rhythm of the movement changes and the beat of the music are perfectly matched, giving people an indescribable feeling of comfort.
But this feeling didn't last long. The girl was like a robot with a depleted battery. Her movements suddenly slowed down, she turned off the music before the music ended, and she swayed before she could stand firm.
Zhao Ziyu was sitting cross-legged not far behind. Seeing this, he went up to help the person. She put her arms on Abe's shoulders and felt that Abe seemed to shake a little, but it seemed like an illusion, so she didn't pay much attention.
Jiang Mu: "What's wrong with her?"
"She didn't eat much for breakfast. She might be anemic."
Abe was put back in his place, and the dance ended abruptly.
The girls in Class C originally thought that Jiang Mu wanted to publicly execute Zhou Wan'an. After all, Zhou Wan'an was not suitable for "demonstration" of dance moves in his current state. Unexpectedly, Jiang Mu's evaluation of her was: "Very good."
Could it be that you want to give Zhou Wanwan face
Regardless of whether he gave Zhou Wan'an face or not, it was obvious that Jiang Mu did not give them face. After seeing their performance, his expression became lighter and lighter, and he even yawned in the middle. This is also his consistent behavior. Whenever he encounters something he is not interested in, he always looks like he is not excited. At first, everyone felt offended, thinking that the teacher was too mean, and some girls cried over it when they were not in a good mental state. Jiang Mu was immediately scolded on trending searches, but he still went his own way.
Until one performance, Nan Qiao's group set the whole stage on fire. Jiang Mu was imitated by the cue to dance a set of moves, which caused the female fans in the audience to scream. After the dance, he smiled and said, "It's quite interesting." As an affirmation to Nan Qiao and the others.
That group of dance moves were added by the girls themselves using their own creativity. He was able to learn it all over again, which shows that he was very fascinated by it.
After that, "making Teacher Jiang not sleepy" became their goal.
But for the time being, no one can do it.
At lunchtime, Feng Qianqian asked Aibei: "Do you have a good relationship with Teacher Jiang Mu?"
"It's okay." She replied while thinking about it, "I said a few words when I was in Class A. As long as it's a dance-related question, he will answer it if you want to ask it. What's wrong?"
Feng Qianqian's tone was envious: "I didn't expect him to encourage you in this way. I thought you saw him often in Class A and had a good relationship with him."
"He encouraged me?"
"I just asked you to get up and demonstrate, and then I praised you."
Abe: "Does Sissi think I'm not good at dancing?" So what she got was encouragement from the other party, not recognition.
As soon as these words came out, Feng Qianqian immediately said: "Of course not!" Her expression looked extremely sincere, "This song Good Night has a lot longer than the time we have practiced, and there are indeed some shortcomings, but You've done a good job."
"Like This… "
"Hey, I saw Nan Qiao and the others. Do you want to say hello good night?"
The girls in Class A are wearing pink training clothes and coats, and their aura is particularly unique. Before Abe could speak, Nan Qiao was the first to see her. The other party was also joking with the girl next to him. He looked at her and naturally asked everyone to come over, "Good night."
"Good night, why didn't you come to play with us?"
"That's it, did you forget about us when you went to another class?"
"This is your new friend? I remember you, Feng Xixi, right?"
The rules of "Pick Pretty Girls" are that Class A forms a group, Class B is divided into two groups, Class C is divided into three groups, and so on, so as long as they are not demoted or promoted, everyone will form a relatively closed circle. Many people have met but not spoken to much.
At the moment, it's just a natural greeting. In the clearly hierarchical training base, there is an invisible sense of oppression. One side is unscrupulous and has no taboos, while the other side is passive, silent and repressed.
Even Feng Qianqian's seemingly carefree character felt restricted and embarrassed.
After the brief greeting, Feng Qianxi decided to go back to the dance studio to practice hard. After Abe took a proper rest, he went to the gym provided by the program team to exercise. Fitness is a basic project. When everyone is practicing dancing and singing day and night, this room is almost empty.
But this is very necessary for Abe. The muscle composition of this body is not satisfactory to her at all, and there is not much time left for her. If she remembered correctly, there was a music festival commercial event before the performance that required them to perform. Zhou Wanhao, as the person in charge of traffic, is also among the invitees. This has been decided long ago.
She could also take the opportunity to make some small arrangements.
Time passed by during the day-by-day practice. The only change was that after that day, the girls in Class C vaguely felt that Teacher Jiang Mu appeared more often. The class time remains the same, but he seems to have increased the time he spends guiding in each class, which is undoubtedly a good thing.
The girls all competed to perform in front of him.
Jiang Mu's eyes always seemed to fall on Ai Bei.
He found that she was a little quieter than when she was in Class A, but she still laughed most of the time. When he said she was quiet, he specifically meant that when she was dancing, her eyes looked blue-grey, and she was always weak and unable to exert energy when dancing. Sometimes her rhythm was just like the opening scene that caught his attention that day, but most of the time it was still chaos, almost the same as the other girls in Class C.
Jiang Mu initially asked her to get up and perform just to reassess her ability.
He always thought Zhou Wan'an was a pity. Based on his understanding of the students, he had seen her early performance videos. She was in good physical condition, had excellent expressive skills, and her ability to interpret music and dance was even better than Nan Qiao's. At that time, she should still have the purest love for the stage and performance, and her infinite enthusiasm can be seen from her body language.
If she could keep going, she wouldn't be worse than him.
He gave her one last chance based on the idea of cherishing her talent. He didn't have much hope at first. After all, after entering the base for training, her level dropped sharply than before. Later, she was frightened by the high position and lost her self-confidence. Not even the first shadow can be seen.
But he didn't expect to see another characteristic in her: rhythm. Rhythm is the breathing method of dance. Only the most suitable rhythm will make the entire dance look the best. If a person is full of power, but every beat is earlier or later than the rhythm of the music, this dance will only last ten seconds, which will make people have violent desires.
The word "co-production" is simple to say, but not everyone can achieve it. Even if you dance a dance hundreds or thousands of times, you may not be able to understand it. Maybe if you dance it trillions of times, you will be able to understand it. At some point a sudden realization dawned on me. In addition to hard training, talent can also be used.
Some people are born knowing how to breathe in dance. Goodnight Week is not.
However, she may be the one who understands it after jumping ten times. Such a talent is also enviable.
But it's useless to have talent but not be able to use it. Jiang Mu is not a nosy person, and the greatest help he can give her is to pay more attention to her and give her some guidance. And the other party may not appreciate this kind of guidance.
After he pointed out Abe's problem again, she raised her eyelids lightly and said, "I know."
The next round of jumping will still be in the same state.
Jiang Mu directly helped her adjust her posture. Occasionally, he would give some movement demonstrations, or extend his hands to help them correct their movements. But probably because they are worried about the scandal between the male instructor and the female student, they usually only touch on the shoulders and arms at most.
This time too, he touched Abe's shoulder during the correction. At this moment, he felt her shrinking extremely quickly, and then it was as if nothing had happened. His eyes stayed on her arms for a moment, then turned away casually.
After finishing the fitness training that day, Ai Bei saw Jiang Mu on the way back to the dormitory from the dance practice room. The other person was still wearing the hat, with Bluetooth earbuds in his ears, and stood with his hands in his pockets. As Abe was about to pass by, he heard him ask in a low magnetic voice: "What's wrong with your shoulder?"
"Did the teacher call me?" She looked confused, "What's going on?"
"Why did you hide when I met you?"
"Oh, um... maybe I was a little shy at the time. Does the teacher even have to deal with such a problem?"
"Really?" Jiang Mu walked to her and stood in front of her, his eyes falling on her face. "Are you shy or in pain? I can't understand?"
Abe took a step back: "I just twisted my shoulder, so I'm afraid of pain. Anyway, it's none of your business, Teacher Jiang."
If she had given this reason as soon as she came up, Jiang Mu might not have doubted it, but whether it was her resisting words and body movements, or her obvious signs of lying, they all made him suspicious. Thinking of her lack of energy for the past few days, his expression condensed and he unexpectedly opened her short sleeves.
Although Abe immediately overreacted and took the photo, it was enough for him to see the dense needle holes on the snow-white skin. "How is this going?"
"I said I don't care about your business." The smile was no longer visible on her always bright smile, and she turned cold, "Does Teacher Jiang want to sexually harass female students by doing this?"
"Sexual harassment?" Jiang Mu's peach blossom eyes slightly raised, "Compared with the news about you taking drugs, what does sexual harassment mean? If you like it, I will do it now Go spread the word and when the time comes, the second most popular search topic is Jiang Muxing\\molestation\\, and the first most popular search term is "Good Night Zhou".
She clenched her hands into fists and glared at him: "I didn't take drugs!"
"Then what are these?" His tone also concealed anger, as if he was about to catch her and accuse her, but he finally gave her a chance, "Good night Zhou, if you take drugs, you must withdraw from the competition."
Her face was as white as snow, but she repeated again: "I didn't take drugs."
"Then what are these?!"
"These... I pricked them with needles myself."
Jiang Muyin's angry expression couldn't be changed in an instant, and he looked a little stunned: "What did you say?"
"I said, I pricked it with a needle myself." She said softly, closing her eyes slightly, and hot tears fell down, "I can't dance well, I can't dance well. I don't When I took drugs, I didn't mean to harm myself, I just wanted to be more focused."
The training clothes were very short, and her thighs and arms needed to be exposed for a long time, so she could only tie them on her arms. The sharp pain can keep her rational and awake for a short period of time. But just like drug addiction, once you find something useful and develop a psychological dependence on it, you will use it day after day.
Jiang Mu saw this more clearly than she did. He tried to calm down and asked her: "There are so many ways to concentrate, why do you use this one?"
“…”
"Because this is also your self-punishment, right?" He whispered, "You want to get psychological comfort from hurting yourself."
"... I did too bad." She murmured, "I let them down. People like me shouldn't participate in such a show, and maybe I shouldn't live. But I... But I can't even die for everyone. Cause trouble."
Jiang Mu suddenly grabbed her hand and woke her up from her own world: "Good night Zhou, look at me."
She didn't recover at all. Everyone thought that she finally gave up the idea of jumping off the building because she chickened out and became timid. This made him think that her illness was not serious, but she didn't recover at all.
"Look at me. Tell me, do you want to quit?"
“…”
"You want to quit the entertainment industry?"
“…”
"Or do you want to say goodbye to the stage completely?"
This last question made her resist, and Jiang Mu could feel the struggle between her wrists.
He said: "If you don't want to, just give up this behavior and go find a doctor to take a good look."
"I can't cure it, I can't do it." Her muscles were tense, like a hedgehog with its thorns erect. "When the game is over, I will go see a doctor."
"You must go immediately, no longer delay." He paused, "You can do it, you have to believe in yourself."
"Jiang Mu, don't force me."
"Good night Zhou!"
"I can't do it. I said I can't do it. I really can't do it!" Her long-suppressed heart finally broke out at this moment. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her whole body was suppressed and trembling: "Don't force me, you know that I do it. No, I can’t become an excellent and shining person right away, it will only make them more disappointed.”
"Obviously I really want to show them my best self."
Jiang Mu suddenly took off his hat and placed it on her head. The shadow of the brim formed a small safe area. He gently grabbed her head, lowered his head and asked her: "You keep talking about other people, but what about you? Do you really hate yourself that much?"
The author has something to say: I was too naive. I wrote half a chapter yesterday, thinking I could post it very early today, but the last part was too difficult to write. I didn’t sleep well yesterday and was hungry, so I was actually not in a good state. Just keep practicing. I kept everyone waiting for a long time.
Do I have to emphasize that this is a promotion story. Why is it written so emotionally? ?
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