Damn it. I'm married to the president!

Yuan Nu's dance, as expected, did not disappoint people. His perfect choreography talent and his inherent dance inspiration perfectly released all his advantages and hip-hop spirit on the stage.

When he finished this dance, the girls under the stage were almost crazy. Some of them almost broke their throats and clapped for a long time.

The host saw the audience shouting for so long without stopping, so he had to stand up and control the scene.

When the audience calmed down, the tutors began to comment.

Guan Li was the first to say: "Yuan Nu, you are a born dancer. I'm proud of you!"

Yuan Nu said with a modest smile, "thank you, teacher."

Other tutors boast too much, but they are basically right.

In a word, Yuan Nu became the first player to be promoted to the top 50, while another great God who competed with him entered the pending area.

With Yuan Nu's perfect promotion, it's almost difficult for the players behind to surpass him, but there are also many people promoted.

Unconsciously, the end of the game, the audience, there have been people dozing.

Fortunately, Baoye is also a famous dancer in the industry. When the host read Baoye's name, the audience had a warm response.

This program only broadcast the first phase on the Internet. Lu Wuxin has not appeared yet. Not only does no one know Lu Wuxin on the Internet, but no one in the audience knows her. Therefore, most people have little expectation of her.

"The last player to advance directly, Baoye, today's competition is over!"

"Not necessarily. In case master Bao fails..."

"Master Bao is still your master Bao. How could he fail?"

"I've heard that it's a girl compared with Baoye."

"What's that girl going to dance? Striptease? "

"Hahaha... If she doesn't take off, who will vote for her..."

People on the stage can't hear what the audience says.

Lu Wuxin and Baoye stand in the middle of the stage. The host takes a bottle and turns around. The bottle mouth finally points to Lu Wuxin.

Before the competition, both sides have a short time to speak.

The host first handed the microphone to Lu Wuxin: "Lu Xiaoshen, what do you think now?"

Lu looked at someone wearing a mask in the first row of the audience and said with a grin, "I'm going to get the qualification tonight and give it to my friend as a gift."

"Your friend is here, too?" When the host saw her in the audience, he guessed.

Lu unintentionally nodded: "he came, I saw him."

Host: "so you have to refuel, what dance are you going to dance tonight?"

After a pause, he saw Lu unintentionally carrying a headset and asked, "are you going to dance with a headset? Want to sing? "

Lu Wuxin shook his head: "I can't sing, but I can recite a poem. Can I start dancing now?"

"Ha ha... It seems that you can't wait. Let's start!"

Lu Wuxin took a deep breath and went to the middle of the stage.

The lights dimmed and the stage quieted down.

In the dark, a beam of light from the sky, shining on the road unintentional body.

In the light, without music, she dances gracefully, like a dancer singing across the river. No one knows what kind of music she dances, but she dances classical dance out of a sad feeling.

Gradually, her dancing became more vigorous, and the soft became more rigid.

That kind of feeling, like the dancer suddenly took up a weapon, cut off the secular prejudice.

She is famous and her dancing style is more and more powerful. She has gradually transformed from classical dance to national dance.

Gradually, the national dance became a free dance with martial arts style, as if a female soldier came to the battlefield and killed the enemy bravely.