Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 486 Mr. Pei's Loving Breakfast
As many fans as Qin Miao has, Sang Nuan is the same as Ming Jinger.

When the contract was signed after the interview, the personal social account was handed over.

When she returned it, her Weibo account was obviously wiped out.

All previous personal information has been deleted.

All the people who paid attention have become students and mentors of Create 101.

When she checked Weibo just now, she saw Qin Miao posted a post 10 minutes ago.

[Thanks to the little cuties who have always supported me, I will continue to work hard.cute smile.jpg]

There are tens of thousands of comments below.

Sang Nuan smiled, that's what she did in her previous life.

With Qin Miao's current influence, it's not bad to get 100 real fans to leave a message on Weibo.

Thousands?

She clicked into her profile picture.

Good guy.

The number of fans is approaching 500 million.

She has so much money that she has no place to spend it, so she spends it all on buying fans.

Sang Nuan didn't bother to talk to her anymore, turned off the screen of the phone, took out a pen and paper, and prepared to design tomorrow's dance steps.

The topic of how many fans Qin Miao had was completely stopped.

When Fat Cat saw Sang Nuan holding a pen and paper, his heart was like a mirror, and he leaned over to steal the teacher.

"Boss, the song I drew is his sister's sweet love song, I'm going crazy, how do I design the dance steps?"

When Fat Cat asked, Zhang Jing and Xue Qian immediately came over.

They can still tell the difference between playing mobile phones and line dancing.

Qin Miao who was isolated: mad with anger!
Sang Nuan didn't hide her secrets, and gave a general direction for the line dance according to the different songs of each group.

The rest can only be played by themselves.

Early the next morning, just after 7 o'clock, Sang Nuan sent a series of messages in the [Thunderbolt Pretty Girl] group in the small group formed with the team members yesterday, telling everyone to wake up.

There are only 6 days of practice time, and it is time to perform on stage.

Time was tight and tasks were heavy, so everyone didn't even go to the cafeteria, and went to the rehearsal room with some snacks on their stomachs.

Lin Can and his team came back to the rehearsal room after dinner, only to find that Sang Nuan and his team had started to sing together, and suddenly felt Alexander.

Sang Nuan: "Let's divide the lyrics first."

She took out the lyrics list written yesterday, "I have divided them according to your characteristics. If there is anything inappropriate, you can talk."

Once assigned, several people had no objection.

There is this advantage of having more people. Each sentence is shared, and each person memorizes fewer words.

But Chen Ran is pitiful, she is a rapper, and she has the most words among all the people, and she has to make sure that she does not make mistakes, which is really difficult for her.

"Okay, the words have been assigned, do you have any ideas about the dance steps? You can talk about them."

Sang Nuan pulled everyone to sit in a circle, and the music they wanted to perform was played repeatedly on the stereo.

The team consisted of 10 people. Except for Chen Ran and Kang Qing, the other 7 were not familiar with Sang Nuan. For a while, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Sang Nuan glanced at each of them, saw the restraint and tension in their eyes, and just wanted to comfort them.

Suddenly there were three powerful knocks on the door of the rehearsal room.

Who will come this time?
Sang Nuan got up and opened the door, and saw Pei Zehan standing at the door with two canteen chefs, big and small.

"You don't have enough food, do you practice dancing with air?"

As soon as Pei Zehan's deep voice drifted in, it instantly suppressed the passionate melody in the room.

Everyone is dumbfounded.

What's the situation?
The great teacher came up to send love in person?
Pei Zehan signaled the cafeteria master to put the things in the circle where everyone was sitting, waved his hand, and let them leave.

He himself did not leave.

"Can I sit and listen?"

(End of this chapter)