The whole world thinks I depend on my looks

Chapter 5 Please start your show

Fu Chaoyan decided to smash the jar.

Looking around, Fu Chaoyan saw some musical instruments and performance props in the corner.

Fu Chaoyan walked over, picked up a sword, and asked, "Can I use this?"

The staff was a little surprised and said, "Yes, these are all for the trainees."

"Thank you." Fu Chaoyan lowered his eyes, and had an idea in his heart.

"It's your turn, go quickly." The staff reminded.

Fu Chaoyan clenched the sword in his hand and walked towards the stage.

The big screen also showed Fu Chaoyan's company.

"AFA Entertainment? I've never heard of it."

"I haven't heard of it either."

"Just one person? So beautiful!"

"You didn't push her so beautiful before? The company can't do it?!"

The other trainees chatted endlessly until Fu Chaoyan came to the stage.

The dazzling light flowed and fell on Fu Chaoyan.

"Hello tutor, I'm Fu Chaoyan from All Arts Entertainment."

The mentor sitting in the middle saw her holding the sword and asked with a smile, "Are you going to dance the sword?"

"Yes."

The tutor glanced at the script and said without asking for special attention, "Please start your performance."

Fu Chaoyan took a deep breath.

The lights dimmed and the music started.

""Loulan Song"? Didn't it collide with Song Qingning?"

"Oh my God, this is the first time I've seen a real person dancing a sword."

"Be quiet and watch carefully."

"..."

A beam of light hit Fu Chaoyan's body, she raised her sword, the blade reflected cold light, and her eyes became firm.

The prelude to "Loulan Song" is gentle, the girl raises her eyes and dances her sword, a set of continuous movements is precisely stuck.

"Pluck the strings to send you thousands of miles away, I hope you will return soon."

"A cup of wine hides lovesickness, I hope you know."

The gentle music, accompanied by the soft sword dance, is very soft and beautiful.

And the girl's eyes seemed to be full of reluctance and nostalgia.

"Under the cloud of smoke, the mad knife cuts the dust!"

In the second half of the rush, the girls on the stage moved fast but not chaotically, and their eyes turned cold.

"Don't look back, it's been a hundred years."

The lights were concentrated, the girl didn't seem to be holding the hilt of the sword, and the sword fell from mid-air!
"ah!"

"careful!"

Just when everyone thought it was a performance error, the girl calmly kicked the sword with her toes.

The sword circled in the air and returned to Fu Chaoyan's hand.

At the end of the repertoire, Fu Chaoyan withdrew his sword neatly, turned his back to the teacher's seat, and stood still looking back.

The lights scatter and condense on Fu Chaoyan's body, and the cold gaze in the camera is soul-stirring.

"Ah, I'm dead! My sister is good!"

"So handsome! I can!"

"calm down."

"..."

Among the trainees, many little fans looked at each other and applauded wildly.

Fu Chaoyan heaved a sigh of relief and returned to the center of the stage.

"Awesome!" The instructor sitting in the middle is the popular and powerful idol Xue Shuxuan. He praised: "The movements are neat and crisp, and the eyes are very steady. How long have you practiced dancing?"

Fu Chaoyan misunderstood, and replied: "12 years of martial arts training."

Practice talismans at the age of one, and martial arts at the age of five.

The cold comes and the summer goes, without interruption.

"Wow! It's amazing!"

"No wonder you can dance so well!"

"Can I sing a part?" Sitting next to Xue Shuxuan was Meng Wenying, the queen of the golden song.

Fu Chaoyan only performed dance just now, if you want to make a comprehensive evaluation, you still need to sing and dance to combine the evaluation.

Fu Chaoyan smirked, "I'm not going to sing yet."

Who wouldn't hum a few words?
It's just that Fu Chaoyan's pentameter is incomplete, and she is nicknamed Death Diva.

Others sang movingly, but she sang shark-like.

(End of this chapter)