Let You Host The Specialty Class, How Come You Have Become A Scholar?

Yuan Wen snorted inwardly.

This is also to coax a three-year-old child.

"Oh, then you are busy, Teacher Chen, let's go to dinner."

Chen Chu nodded slightly, smiled at Ning Zixuan, and quickly followed Yuan Wen.

Seeing Yuan Wen's attitude, Ning Zixuan smiled.

Not in a hurry.

Come to Japan for a long time.

During the meal, Yuan Wen didn't say anything.

She herself is not the type to gossip behind her back.

Dislike is one thing, but it is not to slander others behind their backs.

While eating, I discussed choreography with Chen Chu.

Both of them are the kind who take their work seriously, and there is hardly any small talk during the whole process, and they are all choreographing.

The third choreography has been formed, but the two people are a little different in the choreography of the movements.

Mainly, Chen Chu's dance is too difficult and the requirements for dancers are too high.

Yuan Wen wants to make it simpler and find dancers and actors.

But Chen Chu felt that if the action was changed, the tension would not work, and the stage effect would also be affected.

Not Chen Chu bar, nor Chen Chu straight.

No matter what he does, even if it is a small thing, Chen Chu will take it seriously.

This is the attitude of doing things at the very least.

Yuan Wen did not dislike this, but was very happy. At least Chen Chu respected her without any perfunctory.

In fact, when the third choreography came out, she felt very amazing, and the stage effect was almost impeccable.

But the question is too demanding of the dancers.

Even she can't guarantee that she will be able to make it according to Chen Chu's requirements.

When the choreography comes out, it will be very troublesome to find the dancers.

Therefore, Yuan Wen wants to make Chen Chu lower the standard a little bit.

"Mr. Chen, let's make adjustments in the second quarter. You have 16 movements in four beats. It's almost difficult to respond to this speed." Yuan Wen carefully compared the eight with her fingers. Posture "Can you change it to eight?"

"That's too slow." Chen Chu said while eating, "Twelve, can't be less, Mr. Yuan, any less will affect the whole later."

Yuan Wen's eyes showed a hint of pleading, "Those ten, only ten!"

Seeing Yuan Wen showing such a gesture, Chen Chu felt helpless.

"Okay, I'll rethink how to arrange it later."

Yuan Wen smiled and hurriedly raised the tea cup, "I will use tea instead of wine, and toast Teacher Chen."

Chen Chu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he could only raise his teacup and touch Yuan Wen's cup.

In this way, the third choreography is tentatively settled.

Back at the Art Museum, Chen Chu had to start re-arranging again.

Although it won't affect the whole body, almost all the parts of the second quarter have to be changed.

Chen Chu's mentality at this time can probably be understood as... Chuanyu people's last concession.

"Slightly Spicy"

Of course, this process has kept Chen Chu in a state of imitation.

Chen Chu also enjoys the process of continuous improvement.

Even if he is not imitating now, he already has a certain attainments and understanding of dance.

After three days, five dances have been performed one after another.

Three for Chen Chu and two for Yuan Wen.

After all, with the participation of Chen Chu, Yuan Wen felt extra relaxed, and she did learn a lot in the whole process.

I really feel that Chen Chu is like a treasure.

If you have any doubts, as long as you ask Chen Chu, you can almost get a satisfactory answer.

...

On this day, because Grandma Wang was about to be discharged from the hospital, of course Chen Chu had to go to see it, so he had to say hello to Yuan Wen in advance and left.

The art museum where Yuan Wen left two hours early.

As a result, when Yuan Wen just came out and was about to go to the parking lot, the familiar voice came again.

"Mr. Yuan."

Yuan Wen rolled her eyes secretly, turned her head and still had a smile on her face.

If it wasn't Ning Zixuan, who was it?

"Mr. Yuan, this is the end of training?" Ning Zixuan looked around and smiled brightly. "Is it so early today? Didn't see Teacher Chen!"

"He left early if he has something to do." Yuan Wen smiled politely. "I'm in a hurry, so I won't chat."

I see Ning Zixuan quite often these days.

To say that Ning Zixuan squatted on purpose, but two days ago, I really saw Ning Zixuan taking many members of the studio to take pictures nearby. You have to say that he is entangled, not entangled, just met you. To say hello, if you want to chat, you can chat a few times, and if you don't want to chat, you won't chase after you.

It's very uncomfortable to rectify people, and it's not very easy to drive people away.

Sure enough, Ning Zixuan just smiled and waved his hand, saying to be careful on the road, then turned around and left.

Yuan Wen was a little puzzled and couldn't figure it out.

While Yuan Wen drove away, Ning Zixuan was taking pictures in the distance, taking out his phone from time to time to take a look.

On the map, you can see a green dot traveling on the map, and behind it is a track drawn by a green line.

It was Yuan Wen's car's trajectory throughout the day.

Ning Zixuan smiled silently, put away the phone, picked up the SLR camera again, and started shooting.

Yuan Wen left early today, and she did have an appointment.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the door of a taekwondo training center.

I saw a young man in his twenties wearing a taekwondo suit and a black belt around his waist waiting.

When Yuan Wen got out of the car, she quickly walked up with a smile on her face, "Sister, it's rare for you to come here!"

"Xu Zhao, how's business going recently?"

Yuan Wen said while walking.

The young man is his cousin Xu Zhao.

"It's alright." Xu Zhao took Yuan Wen into the training center, and chatted with the parents, "Is my aunt still urging marriage all day long?"

Yuan Wen rolled her eyes angrily, "What do you think?"

"Hey, it's not like my sister is too good for ordinary people."

"You can speak."

Yuan Wen took out the key with ease, opened the cabinet, took out the training uniform and protective gear in the cabinet, and stuffed the bag in again.

"I'm a little unhappy today, accompany me to practice hard."

"Huh?" Xu Zhao frowned, "Sister, did someone bully you?"

"No, I'm just in a bad mood."

"Okay, brother, I'll accompany you."

After a while, Yuan Wen, wearing a taekwondo suit and protective gear, with a black belt around her waist, came to the training room.

Xu Zhao also put on the protective gear, and saw that Yuan Wen was already warming up there, and her legs were constantly swaying.

A little panic.

"Sister, don't be so serious!"

"rest assured."

"Row."

As soon as the words fell, Yuan Wen stepped forward and kicked her leg sideways.

Bang!

The action simply and neatly kicked Xu Zhao's calf brace.

After half an hour.

Xu Zhao was panting heavily, and quickly raised his hand and said, "Sister, sister, it's almost done, I have to take the children to train later!"

"Row."

Yuan Wen was also sweating profusely, and she only felt relaxed.

All the irritability in my heart all of a sudden went away.

Xu Zhao quickly took a bottle of water and handed it to Yuan Wen, "Sister, drink some water."

Yuan Wen was drinking, and Xu Zhao said with a wry smile, "Is it because your aunt is putting too much pressure on you?"

Yuan Wen moved her neck, "No, my mother is used to it."

"Is that... menopause?"

Yuan Wen's eyes were cold, and she raised her hand to fight.

"Cough, joking, joking." Xu Zhao quickly waved his hand, "What kind of pressure is that?"

"Forget it, don't talk about this." Yuan Wen said, "Where's my niece?"

"Wait, I'll bring it to you."

After a while, Xu Zhao brought his little girl over. She was just six years old, wearing a small taekwondo do uniform, with a ponytail and a pink human cub. When she saw Yuan Wen, she opened her hands, quite a bit. Calling aunt for joy.

Yuan Wen also hugged her happily.

"Did you miss your aunt?"

"think."

"Oh! It's so cute, auntie kiss!"

She was really attracted by her niece, so Yuan Wen let it go and coaxed her niece to make a few moves.

Milky voice milky milk fist.

Xu Zhao was also happy when he saw it, "Fight well, like your aunt, and win the Taekwondo Championship of the Southwest Teenage Girls Group in the future!"

"Okay~!"