People are handsome, and wearing a sack is like walking on the catwalk. What's more, he has long hands and feet, and his body proportion is not inferior to that of a catwalk model, which is particularly eye-catching.

"It's okay, it's quite fulfilling, where are you going?" Seeing him walking around, Luo Qingyu asked curiously.

"Go to the Musikverein, perform here in a few days, come and see beforehand. As he spoke, he moved the camera away a bit, and sure enough, he saw several young people walking together, some looking around, and some waving happily at the camera.

It's all his collaborators, a group of like-minded young artists from all over the world.

"That's it, pause shooting, and talk again tonight. He walked backwards, turning the camera at the magnificent building behind him, and playfully raised two fingers to tap the corners of his forehead, his starry eyes smiling, and two small dimples floating on his cheeks, "Happy work." ”

Luo Qingyu smiled and made the same gesture in response, hanging up under his gentle gaze.

Hey, it's worth it to make such a wonderful friend in this life.

Ah, youth, her youth! Her family is well, she has three or four good friends, and she has a job, and she is finally in vain.

In addition to Wen Yuanxiu, his parents and godmothers also called to ask about the first day of work. Needless to say, just send them a photo of her with the makeshift car.

Even if you have a car, will the treatment be bad? The godmother liked it in the comment area, and on the phone, the laughter of the parents kept ringing.

End the call, have breakfast, throw away the uncomfortable lady's outfit, put on a fat T-shirt + pencil pants, and a pair of loose sneakers. Comb your hair in a sleek and elegant ponytail and put on a dark headband.

The advantage of youth, young faces don't have to apply anything, just rub some lipstick, pick up a small bag and go out.

Coincidentally, another phone call came, and it turned out to be Gao Manlin's?! Oops, just after showing off the car to his parents, did the boss receive the news so soon that he wanted to recycle it?

Tsk, I received a call from my boss early in the morning, and it must be fine. Looking at the time, oh, it's still early, so I sat back on the couch and answered.

"Qingqing," as everyone knows, Gao Manlin's tone was full of ridicule and ridicule, vaguely excited, "Do you want to get you an agent?"

"Huh?" "What's the matter?" "Why?"

"Don't you know? Didn't you upload a new dance the other day? Why did you restrict comments......?

"You can DM me. "She obviously has a setting, is it wrong?

"Oops, that's too much trouble. Let's not talk about this for a while, now you are reposting your two videos everywhere on the Internet, with likes and likes, and the director looking for you. I guess the school will call you soon, Sauce Zi, I'm the one who called first, please ask an agent or something, you have to give priority to me......"

Let's go, let's listen to the tone, Queen Gao has strong ambitions to enter the entertainment industry.

"Hey, I won't tell you yet, Sister Chunmei is here to pick me up. Looking at the time, Luo Qingyu had to interrupt the other party's gushing improvised plan, "I'll talk about it tonight." ”

"I'm going to look for you tonight......"

"No, I'm going to X8 Middle School tonight to help people rehearse, how can I have time to receive you?" Although she didn't know the detailed outcome of the development, she was really busy and had something to do.

As he spoke, he walked out of the door and locked the door, because Xiong Chunmei called to urge him.

"Please, you've earned enough for a six-hour shift, how much money can you earn from that kind of ordinary school job?

"Hey, it's not about money, it's a hobby, it's a hobby. ”

Phew! The work I do at work and after work is to teach people to dance, what kind of hobby is it? Obviously idle, Gao Manlin wanted to scold when she heard it.

"Then you can make me an appointment. ”

"Hmm," Luo Qingyu thought about it for a moment, "Friday night, and let me remind you that I don't mix in the entertainment industry." ”

"We'll talk about it then. Gao Manlin didn't procrastinate, and hung up the phone after speaking.

In the elevator, Luo Qingyu opened his blog website with his mobile phone and looked, oh mom, the number of fans last night exceeded 10,000, and now it is over 100,000!

Of course, the more than 100,000 fans are a bit frightening to her, and it shouldn't be nothing to a famous violinist like Gao Manlin. You know, Queen Gao has more than one million iron fans, why make all the fuss?

In the blink of an eye, the elevator went down to the first floor, and Luo Qingyu didn't have time to take a closer look. Running out of the gate of the community, Xiong Chunmei and the car had been waiting for a long time.

Alas, ignore so much for the time being, and take care of your work.

In the car, she focused on recognizing the road and recognizing the direction of work. Xiong Chunmei probably didn't know about the network incident and didn't bother her, and blindly looked at the front of the car nervously, for fear of hitting or turning the wrong corner.

Old drivers are most afraid of encountering novices on the road, are not afraid of the attack of God's opponents, and are most afraid of the annihilation of pig teammates, so they must focus more on the road conditions than new drivers.

Once you are busy, other chores are like a passing cloud and you can't see them.

After parking the car, Luo Qingyu passed by the front desk on the way back to his office, and found that many colleagues glanced at a mother and daughter sitting on the rest chair with strange eyes from time to time when they were in and out, and some of them whispered.

"What's wrong?" she asked the front desk curiously.

As the saying goes, curiosity kills cats.

"That girl has been practicing dance in the wrong way since she was a child, her calves are strong, and her feet and neck are thick and can't be eliminated, which is ugly. The parents want to find a professional teacher to help her correct it and see if she can recover. The girl at the front desk whispered why.

The girl is 14 years old this year, and her calves have basically been fixed, and her parents emphasize that they must be corrected, how can any teacher dare to take over her business? Even the doctor did not dare to pack a ticket and say that she would be cured, let alone a teacher?

They have been to many training institutions, and they have also found many experienced dance teachers before, but unfortunately there is little or no effect.

No, the girl sat there in frustration and wept silently, depressed and refused to leave, and the mother comforted her on the side.

"That's ......"

Luo Qingyu looked back and looked carefully, the little girl was wearing school uniform pants and couldn't see anything. After thinking about it, she walked up to the mother and daughter, and the mother looked up in amazement.

"Can you let me see her feet?" Luo Qingyu said to the mother, "Look at what's going on." ”

The mother saw that her face was young and her eyes were hesitant.

"I'm the teacher here," Luo Qingyu introduced himself, squatted in front of the little girl, and patted her calves gently, "Pull up the trouser legs and let me see." ”

Over the years, she has seen countless practice methods in Danlu Mountain, including various consequences caused by incorrect basic skills and postures and methods of correction.

Seeing that she was serious, and with a kind of seriousness and coldness unique to professionals, the two didn't dare to ask more, so they hurriedly pulled up their trouser legs and stretched them out for her to see.

Well, the wrists and ankles should have been small, but the little girl's ankles were almost as thick as the upper part of the calf, like a fat carrot. This is not a turnip leg, the ankle of a turnip leg is thin.

Luo Qingyu pinched her ankles, well, it's quite strong.

"Does it hurt?" she asked the little girl as she pinched it.

The little girl shook her head, and her mother whispered to her, "The doctor said that this is not a disease, but a deformation caused by long-term dance practice in the wrong way." ”

It's not painful, but it's ugly.

Luo Qingyu listened, "Take off your socks." ”

The mother helped the child take it off in three or two, Luo Qingyu grabbed the little girl's foot with one hand, and arched her slender fingers and pressed an acupoint.

"Ahh

Luo Qingyu let go of her and looked at her mother, "If it doesn't hurt, if it hurts, it doesn't work, you can let her learn from me for a week, and after you go back, you can practice according to the basic skills I taught." I'll teach you to do a foot massage for her and see the results after three months. ”

If it works, it's fine, and if it doesn't, she can't help it.

"I don't guarantee that it will be corrected, you think about it. If you are willing to learn from me, you can sign up at the front desk, and if you don't want to, forget it. "She's really busy, and she's going to be tired.

Luo Qingyu stood up, turned around, and saw Xiong Chunmei with her hands in front of her chest, looking at her quite speechlessly.

She sneered twice, "I'm going to wash my hands...... "Did you foul?"