Rebirth of Xueba's sweet wife

Chapter 40 Handy, Perfect Strike [4]

Bei Xinnuan's dance is very good, she knows how to use her own advantages, her waist is soft, her eyes are flowing, and the long sleeves are fluttering to cover her arm allergies, she is very suitable for dancing!

What's more, in order to highlight the elegant style and profound knowledge, Bei Xinnuan did not recite in Chinese, but recited in foreign languages ​​to show off, and the dance also chose Western ballet steps.

"Wirsindunsaufdem Ozeaninschwarzer Nachtbegegnet..."

After reciting a song, she quietly waited for the audience's reaction.

The children in the audience had never seen much of the world. In fact, they didn't understand her weird language at all, and they didn't understand ballet very well.

Several members of the jury were whispering to each other.Especially the young lady of the Gu family, who approached Mr. Rong and said something.

It doesn't matter what other people's reactions are, Mr. Rong's thoughts are the key!

But Bei Xinnuan couldn't tell the meaning in Mr. Rong's deep eyes, whether it was praise or something...

"He must be amazed by my performance! It's just that it's hard to say it clearly! Men are always like this without saying anything and playing tricks on their hearts! Humph!" Bei Xinnuan thought very confidently.

When it was Xiaoru's turn, she recited the same poem, but in Chinese, and it was accompanied by dances!

Everyone thought, it's over, it's over, dancing with Bei Xinnuan, isn't that courting death?
Following Xiaoru Qingxuan's dance steps, everyone's eyes gradually became straight!
--interesting!Xiao Ru is not dancing, but...

I saw silver scissors in her right hand and a piece of red silk in her left hand. It was more like a sword dance than a dance, but the dagger was replaced by scissors, and paired with a plain courtyard uniform, it added a bit of vigor to the frail Xiaoru. The heroic spirit also made her slightly soft voice a little more determined.

With the rhythm of the recitation, pieces of red "petals" gradually flew up on the stage, like an intoxicating petal rain, which brought some romantic feelings to the vigorous recitation.

"You and I meet on the sea of ​​night, you have yours, I have mine, the direction..." Xiaoru recited in a straight voice, with a classical beauty in her timbre.

When the last syllable is over, the silver scissors in her hand are gone, replaced by her hands gracefully stretched out, unfolding the red silk!

Only then did everyone realize that it was not a piece of red silk, but a piece of rice paper dyed red!

And it is a piece of rice paper that has been hollowed out!
The word "accidental" cut out indistinctly above is flamboyant, indescribably chic and smooth!

Everyone suddenly realized it!

The "petal rain" just now is the rice paper scraps that are constantly flying along with the paper-cutting action!

It turns out that this is not recitation at all, nor is it a dance, let alone a sword dance. This is the art of paper-cutting!

"What a fantastic idea!"

"How did Xiaoru think of it? It's amazing!"

"Compared with this, Bei Xinnuan's few foreign words are too pretentious!"

"But to be honest, Bei Xinnuan is not a bad dancer either!"

The children sighed one after another, and for a while they couldn't argue over who would win and who would lose, and who would win.

The judges also had a serious discussion, and finally Mr. Rong picked up the microphone to announce the result.

Everyone was surprised—did Mr. Rong express his opinion in the first round?

Never thought of it!Logically speaking, isn't the big boss always the one who speaks at the end?

It seems that Bei Xinnuan and Xiaoru are really lucky!
Mr. Rong said succinctly: "The perfect combination of paper cutting, sword dancing, and poetry recitation is very good."

It is self-evident who wins and who loses - this round, Bei Xinnuan lost!

"Mr. Rong, I'm not convinced! What's wrong with me?" Bei Xinnuan shouted suddenly.

(End of this chapter)