Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 382 Win or Die!
punish?

There is even a punishment for this kind of thing?

"Mr. Zhao, what will happen if you don't practice after 3 days?"

I don't know who shouted.

The students suddenly became tense.

Zhao Gan smiled: "If after 3 days, they do not pass the assessment of the instructors, and other people have practice sessions, they can apply for a battle with the most powerful of these 8 people. If they win, they can also win the theme song recording And one of the front seats at the show."

The students cheered immediately after hearing this.

"What happens to the loser?"

"If one of the 8 loses, the 8 will join the bench team. If you lose, go back and practice hard!"

I go!

There was an uproar!

This rule is too exciting.

Win or die!
Was it going to be this brutal at the beginning?
Lin Can patted his heart, and whispered: "Fortunately, you didn't try to be brave. If you lose this, wouldn't it be over?"

"Practice your dance well, and I'll see you when you're resting."

After speaking, Sang Nuan followed the students of Class A, left the rehearsal hall and went to the dance practice room of Class A.

The students walked almost one after another.

The 8 people who raised their hands just now are left.

At this time, these eight people were no longer as high-spirited as before, and their faces looked a lot more dignified.

Zhao Gan: "Projectors can be used. The theme song requires the instructor not to intervene. Therefore, no one will teach you this theme song. You have to dance it yourself."

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There are 11 people in class A, sharing a dance room.

The place is similar to the rehearsal hall just now, surrounded by mirrors, very spacious.

There was also a projector inside, but Fat Cat didn't turn it on after working on it for a long time. Just as he was about to ask Sang Nuan and Xue Qian for help, Zhang Jing suddenly came over, "Let me come, our company's projectors are also of this brand."

Fat Cat had a good impression of her and gave her the remote control.

At this time, four mentors walked in together.

"Yo, yes, I'm still in a hurry and I'm going to teach you how to use the projector. It seems that I'm redundant."

Zhao Gan jokingly relieved everyone's tension with a joke.

"The program group stipulates that for this dance, you have to do it yourself, and the instructor cannot intervene.

I think, for Class A, pick up dance should not be very difficult. "

"It's okay, okay." Everyone instinctively had a good impression of Zhao Qian, and felt that he was the most approachable among the four mentors.

Oh no, there is another one, Mr. Song, unfortunately he didn't come.

"Mr. Zhao, isn't Mr. Song here today?"

A tall girl who lives in the dormitory opposite Sang Nuan asked.

"Mr. Song, I'm going to give you a surprise. You'll find out tonight."

After speaking, the four left.

Picking up dance sounds simple, but in fact, the requirements for ordinary dancers are quite high.

Just relying on eyes, I can copy all the dance steps of a whole dance. In addition to extraordinary observation skills, the dancer is also required to have a foundation in various dance types.

Otherwise, even if you understand the opponent's dance moves, it will be difficult to imitate them.

On the projection, the theme song was played over and over again. Everyone stood in a row and followed suit, but with little effect.

These dance steps seem simple, but there are many changes. There are even four movements connected in one line of lyrics, which is very difficult to learn.

"Oh, no, no, I have to get a pen and write down all the dance steps."

After Fat Cat finished speaking, he ran into the dormitory.

Xue Qian's face was covered with fine sweat, and she picked up a bunch of drinks from the coffee table in the corner and distributed them to everyone.

"Let's all take a break."

Everyone took the drinks and sat on the floor in twos and threes to rest while drinking.

Sang Nuan took two sips, suddenly remembered something, got up and walked out.

The dance room on the third floor is also arranged according to grades. The dance room of class A is opposite the rehearsal hall just now, followed by classes B, C, and D in sequence, and class F is at the end of the corridor.

At this time, in the dance room of Class F, there was a gloomy look.

"What should we do? Do we want all members of Class F to enter the bench team?"

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