Rong Yuheng always felt that there was a faint threat in Wen Zezhen's words, but he quickly rejected it in his heart-they had no grievances or enmity, how could Wen Zezhen target him.
Thinking of this, Rong Yuheng regained his energy and put on the former's arm, with a sincere attitude, "I will work hard."
"..." Wen Zezhen suddenly had the illusion of bullying.
The lights around the stage dimmed, leaving only a bunch of them falling from the top of their heads and hitting the two people who embraced each other. Under the bright and white light beam, even the fine dust floating and circling can be seen clearly.
They didn't look at each other, they both tilted their heads in the same direction, their chins were slightly raised, and they were arrogant like a king patrolling the territory.
At the jury's seat, Jin Zhiyao couldn't help but shine -
Double beauties, so eye-catching!
On the online video, the barrage was cleared for a few seconds, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Wen Zezhen's rare dance show.
This time there is Wen Zezhen on the stage, and they can no longer accompany them backstage. As soon as the music sounded, several beams of lights spread out from the middle to both sides.
At the same time, the two moved their feet.
Abdomen, step, legs. The lively and jumping background music is against the two sharp-edged figures on the stage. Wen Zezhen's footsteps are very steady, his eyes are like broken bamboo, and he turns his shoulders with a calmness, which abruptly jumps out of a sense of luxury.
On the other hand, Rong Yuheng, with the background music, seems to have wings on his dream, and his whole person floats with his soul...
His "floating" is really a physical "floating".
No matter how steady and composed Wen Zezhen was, Rong Yuheng could press his arm to jump and toss on his side, and even put his legs on the latter's waist to spin around the body.
Qiao Tan, "Hahahahahaha!!!"
Qiao Tan felt that although Wen Zezhen looked unsmiling, he had a very good heart, so he didn't throw Rong Yuheng out.
After a moment of silence, the barrage also seemed to erupt like a volcano:
"Hahahahahahahaha, I laughed!"
"I was jealous of this player, but now I choose to sympathize with Wen Zexuan!"
"Hahahahaha, the key is that they both dance separately, and they are both so serious and drunk..."
"My brother Tseng has been innocent for more than 20 years and has also had black material/doge..."
After the song was over, Wen Zezhen supported Rong Yuheng's waist, and the latter fell obediently, pointing one leg high in the sky!
Pose settled for three seconds, and the performance was over. Wen Zezhen raised his palm, and Rong Yuheng stood up with strength. The two stood still, their chests rising and falling slightly, and they were both gasping for breath.
Rong Yuheng's panting was mainly because he was tired. He was spinning, jumping, and surrounding the human body on the stage. The physical exertion was too great.
Wen Zezhen was different, he was mainly caught.
Rong Yuheng's legs were wrapped around his waist and turned around. If it wasn't for his physical strength, he would have lost his breath by now.
Song Tang was the first to applaud, "Wonderful and wonderful..." After he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing, and then he restrained his expression reservedly, "Thanks to our teacher Wen, and also to Rong Yuheng, the No. 13 contestant. Please step down and rest. Bar."
Wen Zezhen nodded, and was about to step up when he saw the young man beside him bowing to him, his eyes full of admiration.
"Mr. Wen's physical strength is good. It's really good to dance!"
Qiao Tan didn't think it was a big deal to watch the fun, and joked, "Mr. Wen is not a few years older than you children, but he just became famous early."
Jin Zhiyao was inexplicably connoted by the phrase "good physical strength", and he pursed his lips and smiled.
The camera at the scene just swept to her, and the barrage was full of hilarity:
"Sister Jin's smile is my current smile."
"It seems that I'm not the only one who thinks the phrase 'good physical strength' is bad, this player is really funny TMD..."
However, neither party was aware of it. After stepping down, Rong Yuheng returned to the hall where he was waiting. As soon as he came out, almost half of the players in the hall turned their attention to him.
Zou Yi held his hat in shock and ran over, "You... you danced a tango with the actor!"
Rong Yuheng took the hat and thanked him, then asked, "How do you know?"
"After you went up, I turned on my phone to watch the live broadcast, damn... You are really awesome."
Rong Yuheng got the compliment and reciprocated, "Fortunately, you are also very good at grabbing land with your head."
Zou Yi reluctantly held back his complaints about the former's wording, shook his head and explained, "This is not the same kind of bullshit, I am technical, you are..." He searched the wording in his mind,
"Destructive."
"..."
After confirming that he passed the primary election, there is no need for Rong Yuheng to stay here and wait for the result. After saying goodbye to Zou Yi, he returned to the residence he borrowed temporarily - the villa of his dog friend Lu Mingxuan.
Lu Mingxuan was waiting at the gate early, and when he saw Rong Yuheng yelling, he rushed up with a thunder hammer.
"Damn it, you actually know how to dance tango! How dare you dance tango! How dare you drag Wen Zexuan to dance tango!"
Rong Yuheng helplessly watched Lu Mingxuan beat and beat wildly, as if to accommodate a mentally handicapped person.
After the latter had vented enough, the two calmed down and communicated in the human category.
Lu Mingxuan led Rong Yuheng into the house, "When did you learn tango, my friends haven't seen you perform for us for so many years."
Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, "Why should I perform this kind of thing for you?"
"… Too."
Rong Yuheng took off his shirt as he entered the living room, his graceful shoulder blades twitched twice, and the exposed back light was clean and flexible.
"It's too hot, I'll take a shower first."
"Go ahead, I ordered takeout, what do you want to eat tonight?"
"Don't be too dry, I'm thirsty."
"to make."
After a while, Rong Yuheng took a shower and changed his clothes. The two of them ate takeout together, and Lu Mingxuan slumped on the sofa to search for information about the audition.
"You're really lucky. You happened to meet Wen Zezhen to give him his mobile phone and danced with him. Now it's spread all over Weibo."
Rong Yuheng looked shy, but his eyes were full of shamelessness, "It's okay, it's worthy of its name."
Lu Ming closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to see his face, "You haven't said when you learned tango and can sing bel canto."
"When I was studying abroad, I was taught in music class." Rong Yuheng felt tired when he talked about this, "I'm really a Buddha, our school is too strict, no matter whether it's professional or elective courses, it's not enough. I chose Tango and Bel Canto thinks that she can skip class because she is unpopular."
"Little idiot, it's easier to escape when there are many popular classes."
Rong Yuheng lowered her head and wiped her tears, complaining to herself, "I'm still too simple..."
If you pass the first test, you will be notified by text message the next day.
In the second round of assessment, all players who pass the preliminary round must participate in a two-month training camp, during which they will be screened for selection.
"At least you don't have to worry about accommodation." Rong Yuheng turned to Lu Mingxuan and said, "We will leave for City C in three days, and the next meeting will be in two months."
Lu Mingxuan leaned over and glanced at the message, "Isn't two months the total time?"
Rong Yuheng felt that Lu Mingxuan really didn't know him well, and they were not willing to give away even so much confidence after wasting their friends for so many years. Really mean.
"Stupid, I won't be eliminated."
"Rong Yuheng." Lu Mingxuan suddenly called out seriously.
Rong Yuheng looked up at him, "Huh?"
"Wen Zezhen's arm strength is very good, isn't it?"
"what?"
"One tango got you to where you are now."
"… "
Rong Yuheng felt tired and did not love him. Not only did this grandson not believe in himself, he also attacked him personally. He didn't bother to explain, he just turned around to pack his luggage and prepare to go to training camp in a few days.
After the first primary election, Rong Yuheng already had a small number of fans on the Internet.
After all, a good-looking and funny entertainer is really a treasure in the entertainment industry, not to mention that he is bold enough to dare to circle around the actor's waist.
"You're really a newborn calf and you're not afraid of tigers." Lu Mingxuan couldn't stand the loneliness, Rong Yuheng ignored him, and he could make a forceful chatter by himself, "You dare to share the stage with a coffee like Wen Zechen. Aren't you afraid of being torn apart by his fans?"
Rong Yuheng sighed, "This is a society ruled by law."
At most, it's just verbal abuse.
As Lu Mingxuan said, the power of the fan group should not be underestimated for top traffic like Wen Zezhen.
Unexpectedly, however, this time Wen Zezhen was forced to open for business. Except for someone who whispered "Is the 13th being a hit with our brother?", the reaction of the rest of the fans turned out to be unexpectedly good, and some even publicly thanked Rong Yu Heng.
"If it weren't for this brother, I would never have been able to see the beautiful picture of our brother Teng dancing tango in my life."
"Although Brother Chen didn't turn his butt up, I imagined the scene. I was laughed at, thank you."
"There's no need for conspiracy theories. More than half of the audition is underway, and many people are beginning to feel fatigued. At this time, there has to be a breakthrough point. Teacher Qiao also proposed to be on the same stage to adjust the atmosphere."
Then someone in several major fan groups voiced a reminder,
"Don't attack amateur players! We 'Thousand Layers' must maintain our status as a high-quality fan group in the entertainment industry. If the other party has done nothing wrong, don't go to the rhythm, otherwise it will smear Brother Tsang."
"That's right, the little brother on the 13th is quite cute. We can praise me, but we can't scold him, lest others say we are small."
Wen Zezhen's fan group is called "Thousand Layers", which is homophonic "Qianzheng". The main character has become famous early, and has a good reputation in the industry. In addition, he rarely interacts with fans. He relies on one work to accumulate popularity. There are also agents in the fan group to maintain order, so Wen Zezhen's fans are basically chasing stars rationally.
There is no way for outsiders to know the dialogue within the fan group, but the mixed comments on Weibo still remain.
The online comments Rong Yuheng never cared, but Lu Mingxuan was worried, "You should be careful when you go to the training camp this time. Among the contestants who passed the initial test, your voice is not high, but the popularity is not low. Don't be jealous of others."
Rong Yuheng pouted, "Blame me for being too beautiful."
Lu Ming choked for a moment, then he said earnestly, "You already have a lot of trouble, and you have to be a standout. I heard that some people in the circle can do anything to make their debut. If someone targets you..."
"It's okay." Rong Yuheng retracted his small mouth and pulled out the warm and smooth Guanyin jade from his collar.
Lu Ming's eyes narrowed, "You want to pray for the blessing of the Buddha again?"
Rong Yuheng shook his head gently, "It is better to ask for help than to help yourself."
He raised his chin and looked into the distance as he spoke. The bright light of the crystal lamp above his head reflected on his face, revealing a trace of devotion and Buddha nature.
"I will overtake him."
"… "