"Hello, Chen Ye, you're not a student at our Huarong, you chose Michael Jackson's immensely challenging Beat for our Hua Ying Dance and students' promotion, didn't you?"

The male host carefully observed Chen Ye, revealing a meaningful smile.

"I don't know much about dancing. I only learned a few minutes before coming here and couldn't even do the cannon move properly. I hope I can handle this stage." He was very humble.

Indeed, his words were very humble.

World dance king Michael Jackson reached great heights with "Beauty" dance. Chen Ye is now immersed in his dance period. When he dances now, he's like the dance king himself. Haha, haha, don't prepare the stage; Hua Ying's student teachers are enough.

"Haha, our diplomatic colleagues have a sense of humor."

The female host said, "It's better than singing well. If you can sing well, you can do better. Zhen Ye, let's have you dance for us. Let's put on a show."

"Wow..."

It seemed like more than 200 people were applauding, forming a sharp contrast with the deeply emotional paper and high pitch of the female broadcaster.

Sure enough, using Hua Ying to study, watching Michael Jackson's dance with pork, but it's not something that can be casually run through.

It can be said that no one can dance the "Beauty Dance" with rotating eyes!

Of course, applause also proceeded with temporary program changes.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

As soon as the start button for the sound was pressed, even in Michael Jackson's quiet moments, the rhythmic and rhythmic lowers pressured the surrounding people in eight directions, bowing his head under the spotlight, like a carved knife, causing the audience under the stage to instantly fall into the stage.

Standing on this stage now is no ordinary student from school.

It's a god.

Finally, with the music mats laid down, Chen Ye began to shake his body to the audience's expectations.

Especially many audiences, particularly the female students, exclaimed from the gymnasium roof.

"Was I confused just now? How come Michael Jackson's dance king was felt at that moment on the stage?"

"Do you feel the same way, too? I thought I was the only one. This person's first action really brought Michael alive in your eyes."

"Isn't it? Are you sure the person on stage is Chen Chuan's Chen Ye? Are you sure he doesn't know how to dance? Just by that posture, it would take five years of learning to achieve!"

The explosive elasticity under the stage did not affect the diagnostics on stage. At this moment, he still remembered Michael Jackson's dance moves, demonstrating a variety of essential elements.

Moonwalk, glide, mechanical feeling, even achieving a 45-degree tilt that the dance king himself needed props to accomplish...

This look, this dance under the spotlight, was like a soul-possessed power; the audience's surprise was boiling!

"You're an immortal king," dancing from the root up! No, this is even better than the dance king himself!"

"A 45-degree tilt? Isn't it completed using props? He did it empty-handed, and it was amazing."

The atmosphere on-site continued to rise. The audience unconsciously stood up along with the rhythm, enjoying the street performance of tens of thousands of years.

As the comma of the accompaniment dropped, Chen Ye caught the gentleman's hat on his head into his hand.

The audience under the stage was instantly frenzied, with even the girls disappearing toward the gentleman.

At this moment, there were no classmates anymore, no more "practice practice" about the new party.

Tian Lai and Li Bai arrived with pious prudence together with flipping over and over again.

"Chu Chu, Chu Country! You forgot during Huarong's official live broadcast."

Hiding in the corner with Zhang Chu, Tang Feng was stunned, his face pale, and Zhang Chu said, "Is there no third battle plan? It seems the second one won't work..."

Zhang Chu's face was very ugly, trembling as he looked at Chen Ye on the stage, as if seeing a demon emerging from Ming's house. "What to do, I already asked, how can Chen Chuan's brother dance so well!"

"Hey, I don't believe it either. But now, dancing is even better than the king of dance." Candy lowered her head, looked at Zhang Chu's phone, and mumbled, "Draft: You go first, Hua Ying is doing a live broadcast. This scene is 666"

In Zhang Cao's forehead, cold sweat kept appearing; he quickly lowered his head, putting the phone away, as if filled with confidence, packing the competitor beautifully and giving it away for free. Especially, what treasure is Huang Da, 9 yuan, 9 pieces, mailed for free!

"Mom! How do I shout when it's live-streamed with 6 voices!?" Zhang Chu hurriedly closed the live broadcast on the screen.

"That, first meeting..." Zhang Chu's face was already red. Despite being in a dark corner, despite sitting in the dark corner.

"If you have gas, let it out quickly!" Zhang Chu fiercely thumped once.

The villain faced the ugly, straightly faced the pig color, majestic, do you allot this video post-production? I have a friend...

"Pa!"

The angry candle swung its arm round and round. It hit Tang Feng's face with a slap. "I'm your mom's XX, I'm the friend, you make this kid free promotion once for free? Are you a pighead? Both sides have done free promotion. Do you understand this?"

Tang Feng clapped his hand, covering his phone, making a low hum. "But someone has already sent it, and many people turned their heads..."

When Zhang Chu snatched his phone, the dance performance video had already been lined up by a good man and entitled "Our Neighborhood's Dance King - Chen Ye."

More importantly, in less than 5 minutes, there were already more than a hundred people adding points.

"Mom!"

Zhang Chu cursed once, took out his phone, and saw friends saying "The dance king reborn!" "A genius dancer is here!" with videos bearing several enthusiastic titles.

Even in his friends' place, a few entertainment studios were "looking for people." So, find one to look for Wen Shi's Ye, hoping to get an agent's chance.

Primula! These people are looking for excitement, not fearing trouble and trash!" Zhang Chu threw away his phone, sinking his face, and walked out of the house.

"Chu Country, wait for me..." Seeing Zhang Chu leaving, Tang Cufeng followed behind him.

On the other hand.

Yang University's Zhang Lei and others, not showing beautiful dances on Hua Ying's stage, but showing splendid dances, their faces were pale as paper, making people feel chilly.

This really broke their own feet while moving stones, laughing at the small faces of the three, resulting in a perfect counterattack by Chen Zhenye, giving them a beautiful half-turn!

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