Bai Ling has good talent and good appearance, and her dancing characteristics are youthful, light and agile. To put it bluntly, the dance soul is too tender, and the theme of the group dance requested by Teacher Xiao is related to celebrating the harvest, and she can't dance that kind of mature enthusiasm.

The theme of celebrating the harvest is almost every year, and whether the dance is brilliant or not mainly depends on the choreographer and the dancer's skill.

"Then how do you jump out?" Seeing that he in the video really didn't match the team's style, Bai Ling was very unwilling.

Every time Sister Luo goes to class, she has to record a video of the class.

Many times, I feel good when I stand on the stage and dance with all my heart, and I think I am perfect without making a mistake in my movements.

As a result, when I watched the video, I realized that I didn't match the team's style.

"There is a growth process in everything, take your time, don't rush. Luo Qingyu watched the video repeatedly, while comforting her and saying, "It's okay, I'll think of another set of actions for you......"

Every time he saw Bai Ling dancing in the crowd, what appeared in Luo Qingyu's mind was another set of new movements for solo dance, and he didn't vomit or be unhappy.

No matter what you study, talent is important, and working well with the team is also indispensable.

Since her temperament is difficult to integrate with the players, she has to take it out to adjust, or let her find another way. However, Mr. Xiao hopes that Bai Ling will participate in this show, and it is not feasible to find another way out, so Miss Luo will have another idea.

Alas, he is also a student of Teacher Xiao, praising one and embarrassing the other.

Of course, Luo Qingyu is the one who is embarrassed by the teacher, she is an adult and has the ability to solve problems.

In the process of celebrating the harvest, there is a green and tender breath first, and gradually exudes the charm of maturity.

It's a process of blending the two styles step by step. For example, in the early stage, Bai Ling's unique personal style was highlighted, and in the later stage, she was sharp and bland, so that she could integrate with the team, which was no different.

After listening to her analysis, Bai Ling, who was full of unwillingness, suddenly quieted down. He thought for a moment, and suddenly stared at her with blazing eyes.

Luo Qingyu's eyebrows raised, "Do you have an idea?"

Hehe, Bai Ling smiled playfully, and explained embarrassedly: "Uh, senior sister, can you let me make up the first half?"

The first half was her solo dance, and she wanted to dance her own choreography.

"Okay," Luo Qingyu nodded without hesitation, and gave her a deadline happily, "Give you two days, and you won't wait for the expiration date." ”

"Thank you, Senior Sister!" Bai Ling was overjoyed.

Luo Qingyu smiled slightly, looking forward to her work in two days.

In the evening, when Mr. Xiao heard the news, he called in surprise: "It's only been two days, are you embarrassed? I gave you a month." ”

"Don't be funny, teacher, can this be the same?" Luo Qingyu was speechless, "I was in the international competition, and I only gave Bai Ling a short action. I did it in one night, and with her qualifications, I might be able to jump now. ”

Teacher Xiao listened to it and smiled at her, "You think she is you, you go to that kind of immodest place when you get old." ”

He also specializes in indecent things, such as fights or something.

"What's not serious? It's people who are not serious. Luo Qingyu defended what he did back then, "But teacher, Xiao Bailing is indeed different from me, she is a veritable pure and good little white rabbit, you have to pay attention." ”

Don't get taken away by some big bad wolf as soon as school starts.

"Huh, what's the matter?" mentioned this, Teacher Xiao was quite helpless, "When the female college is married, don't you know what mood you were in back then?"

That's right, Luo Qingyu involuntarily imitated the inertial movements of a certain brother, touched his chin, and said:

"Teacher, we all have daughters, how can we get them in the future?"

Who said it wasn't, when Mr. Xiao heard this, he subconsciously glanced at the father and daughter who were playing next to him. For parents, sons and daughters are just as worried, but their daughter's future is especially worrying.

Men are mostly rational, and daughters are mostly emotional. Many things that often hurt are girls.

"Forget it, this kind of thing worries her parents. "First her husband, Professor Wen, and then Wen Yuanxiu was trapped by love, and Teacher Xiao was tired and didn't want to hurt her brain anymore, "When she makes it up, show me too." ”

"Hey. Luo Qingyu responded.

After chatting with the students, the teachers and students began to talk about their children.

"Teacher, do you want to let Nan Nan learn any kung fu? taekwon, judo, or Chinese martial arts?"

"Her father wanted her to learn martial arts, but I heard that the current martial arts are too routine and useless. No, her father is looking for her master everywhere...... "If it really doesn't work, when she grows up, find someone to teach her military physical boxing."

"Oh, and the military boxing is not bad. Luo Qingyu nodded approvingly.

"Actually, I'd rather ask you to teach her. Teacher Xiao smiled, "But you are usually so busy and live so far away, think about it." When she finishes her studies in the future, you can take the time to point her out. ”

"Ah, I'm pretty busy. Speaking of her work, Luo Qingyu had an expression that was worse than death, "It's okay to give some pointers, when her master is really not available, ......"

She has so many students!

There are the group of cubs in the other courtyard, the immature primary school students of the Xiong family's institution, the adult class, the three little radish heads at home, and the 20-ton stove lid of their own that has not yet been lifted...... It's so busy!

When is it a head!

Thinking about it, Luo Qingyu looked miserable. looked at Teacher Xiao and sympathized with her.

"By the way, I heard that the old man of the Li family's in-laws invited you to the birthday banquet, aren't you going?"

"No, I don't know them. ”

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What is once raw and twice cooked, it is best not to be too familiar with the people outside, and just maintain a nodding acquaintance.

"Teacher, are you going?"

"On that occasion, I have no value, how can you invite me?" Mr. Xiao said habitually, "I have acquaintances at that time, and if you participate, it will just introduce you to each other and take care of each other." ”

Since she didn't go, then she wouldn't worry about it.

"Thank you for your concern," Luo Qingyu was grateful, "By the way, how are you doing?"

"Okay, okay. ”

Every time Nongsan came to the imperial capital, he would always visit her home, saying that she was visiting her teacher on her behalf and giving gifts to ensure her family's health.

That kid can be a man, and there is a world of difference between him and his student's laziness. Hey, thinking of this, it is inevitable to compare him with Xiaoyuan. In fact, both of them are good, but unfortunately, one of the three is destined to be sad out.

Unfortunately, Xiaoyuan is the one who is out. He was too young to deal with this kind of thing.

Look at Nongsan, whether it is his own mother or adoptive mother, he loves his wife and children very much. Let the daughter-in-law come and go in the wind and waves outside, and she is reluctant to say half a sentence.

Of course, fate is also important.

It's better to come early than to come by chance, when Xiaoyuan learned to rise up, the woman standing next to him was Li Xuan.

Therefore, the world is impermanent, and many times it is difficult to be uneasy.

However, this is just Mr. Xiao's own emotion, and he did not say it. In front of Luo Qingyu, he praised Nong San's performance in front of others, and asked her to learn more, don't always have a temper of "those who stand in my way die".

Haha, when Luo Qingyu heard it, he almost laughed half to death.