The staff counted the number plates one by one, and Jiang Zhe's number was 45, which is considered a relatively good number.
But he was not 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 would win the championship, but he didn't expect to be won by a little girl, whose average score was only higher than him. 0.1.
It was like a thorn in his heart.
He remembered her appearance and her name, see you in more than two years, but she didn't recognize him at all.
He smiled coldly.
People are always like this, those who are one step behind are not reconciled, and have a grudge against the person in front, but they don't even have a memory of who he is.
The thorn in my throat couldn't be swallowed, couldn't be spit out, it was blocked in a panic.
Moreover, Ning Zhen's soft and glutinous appearance is too different from what he imagined, and she is completely different from the people on the stage.
Jiang Zhe was even more annoyed, and glanced at her. When the light was turned off, her curly eyelashes cast shadows, and her skin was so fair that it was almost transparent. His face was not very good, and he went back to the hotel by himself.
On the second day of the semi-finals, everyone came to the dance hall early.
Ning Zhen was carrying a backpack, which contained the clothes she would wear in the performance. She was not sure if she could make it to the final, so she decided to perform MODEN JAZZ directly in the second round. The semi-final is much more formal than the preliminary round, and almost everyone will Choose to change into dancing clothes.
She looked around and saw that several girls had already put on various performance clothes, among them was the girl who asked her to change the number plate with her yesterday.
It seems that almost all the players who put on costumes are the ones with the higher number plates.
She turned her gaze and saw the street dancing boy standing in the corner.
He was still dressed casually, with a black shirt and camouflage pants, standing in a corner with his arms folded. When the staff spoke, he had an impatient and bored expression on his face.
As if feeling her sizing up, he looked over and happened to meet her gaze.
Jiang Zhe's eyes were not friendly, and he almost wrote his dislike on his face.
He was so obvious that Ning Zhen was too embarrassed to watch again.
Being hated for no reason... She sighed, feeling a little helpless.
The time for the semi-finals is relatively free, but the individual performance time shall not exceed ten minutes, and 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 auditorium, or they can choose to 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 exactly nine o'clock, music could be faintly heard backstage.
Ning Zhen's number plate probably won't be able to perform until noon. She had eaten breakfast, but for the sake of lightness, she still chose not to eat lunch.
At eleven o'clock, she felt hungry, so she took a piece of chocolate from her backpack and gnawed on it.
She eats very delicately, like a little hamster.
Ning Zhen seemed to have sensed something, raised her head, and saw the street dancer boy looking at her with complicated eyes.
She was a little embarrassed.
This... means he wants to eat too
To show her friendliness, she took another 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 entire waiting room, and buried his head in sleep.
The people in the waiting room secretly looked over, and many of them were laughing.
Ning Zhen withdrew her hand, put the chocolate back into her bag, and found a seat to sit down. Being dumped in public made her even more embarrassed, and she blushed a little. Ning Zhen calmed down for a while and didn't care, and she didn't do anything bad.
Players came back from the front desk one after another, with mixed expressions of joy and worry.
Most of the people who finished the game did not choose to leave, and sat anxiously in the waiting room waiting for news.
Although it is possible to practice in the waiting room, everyone will not choose to dance here, usually watching the dance video and waiting quietly.
Ning Zhen silently listened to the music to find the beat, and suddenly there was a commotion in the waiting room, the music in the earphones was covered, Ning Zhen raised her eyes, startled by the scene not far away.
A girl in blue clothes fell to the ground, people around were chattering about something, Ning Zhen quickly took off her earphones.
The voice of discussion is clearer.
She heard a girl's voice: "It depends on what I do, and I didn't touch her, she fell down by herself!"
It was the girl who asked to change numbers with Ning Zhen, named Zhao Mengying.
Gossip always spread quickly, the crowd was noisy, and Ning Zhen almost immediately guessed what happened.
Zhao Mengying brought the food into the waiting room. The food tasted too strong, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the girl in the blue dress. They argued for a few words, and the girl in the blue dress suddenly fainted.
The boys and girls around were all looking over there, and a few of them wanted to go there, but they were a little hesitant.
If this kind of thing happens during the game, it would be bad if it is misunderstood or delays the game.
Jiang Zhe was woken up.
He frowned and looked at the crowd, just in time to see Ning Zhen trotting over.
She was a little flustered and didn't dare to touch the girl on the ground. She was calling 120 with the phone in her hand. Ning Zhen had never encountered this kind of thing before, and she didn't know what to do. The girl on the ground was motionless, and she said anxiously, "Everyone, go to the staff to take a look."
As if waking up from a dream, finally a few people moved and hurried to find the staff.
Someone took the lead in rescuing people, and several people surrounded them one after another.
Zhao Mengying is no longer in the original place.
But at this time, no one cared about her.
It was all a group of young teenagers and girls, and they were a little confused when they encountered such a thing.
The staff rushed over immediately after receiving the news, and the professional rescuers immediately checked the girl in blue.
After a while the person was carried away.
But the waiting room couldn't be quiet anymore, everyone was discussing what happened just now.
Most of them blamed Zhao Mengying. Although she did not do anything to others, she was the fastest to hide when something happened.
Ning Zhen frowned and sat back, hoping that the girl was okay.
After all, her emotions were affected, and her spirit tensed up.
Only after she recovered, she was startled by the smell around her. She picked up her schoolbag, and there was a big red oil stain on it.
Ning Zhen quickly opened her schoolbag and took out the dance costumes inside.
A large area was dyed on the off-white pants.
Under the harsh light, it is difficult to ignore.
Zhao Mengying came over and bent down: "So what if it's me? You're hypocritical, aren't you proud of me for making me so vicious?"
It was the second time Ning Zhen encountered such a thing, and the anger in her heart could hardly be suppressed.
How can people be so bad!
Ning Zhen raised her hand and threw the oily schoolbag onto Zhao Mengying: "Crazy!" She seldom swears, and this is the first time she swears and hits others in public. Destroy people.
Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry.
Zhao Mengying's pale pink clothes were also stained with oil.
Her face changed and she raised her arms.
The wrist was grabbed.
Jiang Zhe smiled coldly: "Student, you are too much, the waiting room is monitored."
He let go of his hand after speaking, Zhao Mengying looked back, and the monitor was indeed behind her, the small red light flickered, she snorted lightly, and did not pester her anymore.
So what if there is monitoring
She "accidentally" soiled a certain classmate's bag, and at worst, she will be compensated with a bag. Her own competition is over, but Ning Zhen has no clothes for the competition.
Get out.
Zhao Mengying smiled, didn't look at them again, and left the waiting room.
Ning Zhen bit her lip tightly and clenched her fists tightly. Fate seemed to be joking with her, encountering such things one after another.
Jiang Zhe looked at her with a frown, but didn't speak.
The pants around me smelled very greasy, so I definitely couldn't wear them like this.
The voice of the microphone came over, "The following is the performance of student No. 31. Please prepare for the performance of student No. 32."
Ning Zhen is number 34.
She got up suddenly and ran outside. She couldn't admit defeat so easily, she couldn't end it so easily.
Jiang Zhe rested his index finger on his chin, thoughtful.
After a while, Ning Zhen came back with a pair of scissors in her hand.
Since she chose to dance MODEN JAZZ, the upper body of the participating clothing is a tight-fitting navel dress, and the pants are loose, similar to harem pants.
She lowered her eyes and cut along the oil stain, midi trousers turned into shorts.
Picking up the bottom of her thigh all the way, her scissors paused, and she gritted her teeth to cut the lower trouser legs evenly.
A little shorter than shorts.
But finally able to wear.
This kind of pants... She squeezed the fabric tightly in her hands, saying that she was lying.
In case... exposed...
The voice of No. 33 getting ready came from the microphone.
Ning Zhen gritted her teeth and went to the dressing room with her dance costume.
"Wait a minute." Jiang Zhe said, frowning, "Are you dancing jazz?"
Ning Zhen turned her head to see him and nodded, she was upset at the moment. Jiang Zhe suddenly said: "Give me the scissors, 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 spun yarn, occasionally dotted with sequins.
Jiang Zhe took the scissors and cut off a large piece.
Others in the waiting room: "…"
Ning Zhen was also a little taken aback.
He came back and handed the gauze curtain to her hand: "I can do it myself."
Seeing that she was a little stunned, he added impatiently: "Skirts can also dance like skirts. There is no way to change this, so it's better not to dance."
She is running out of time.
Ning Zhen hurried into the dressing room, she hurriedly changed into her clothes, glanced at the large white gauze curtain, picked it up and wrapped it around her trousers.
When she walked out of the dressing room, many people looked in surprise. Jiang Zhe glanced at it, then looked away.
Unexpectedly beautiful.
The black tight-fitting cropped navel dress reveals a soft and slender waist, and the sequins on the outside of the improvised "skirt" are dotted with colorful lights.
Is that all right
No matter if it works or not, she pushed open the door, just in time to hear the host's sweet voice.
"Next, please invite student No. 34 to perform..."