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The pleasant rhythm came to an abrupt end, Duan Peipei pressed the stop button, raised her good-looking eyebrows, walked up to Zhang Fan and Tang Qinghe, and asked, "Qinghe, Zhang Fan, what's going on?"

Zhang Fan touched the back of the beaten hand, pointed at Tang Qinghe with some grievances, and said, "She beat me." ”

"He touched me—" Tang Qinghe's face was as red as a monkey's buttocks, and his voice was a little quieter than usual.

Duan Peipei and Zhang Yuanyuan immediately stepped forward, and glanced at Zhang Fan fiercely with their eyes, as if they were about to eat Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan hurriedly waved his hand, and explained with a red face: "I didn't mean it, there was a movement in the dance where my fingers were going to cross Tang Qinghe's buttocks, and I didn't take the initiative to touch it-"

Duan Peipei and Zhang Yuanyuan watched the video again and found that there was really such an action.

Duan Peipei and Zhang Yuanyuan turned off the computer, came to Tang Qinghe's side, and asked, "Qinghe, how are you?"

“……”

Zhang Fan's eyes widened in surprise.

Please, it was me who was beaten, why didn't you greet me and greet the person who beat someone?

Got the wrong object, right?

Noticing Zhang Fan's surprised eyes, Zhang Yuanyuan still glared at him, and said in a heartfelt manner: "It's embarrassing to see, Qinghe is the one who was touched." ”

“……”

Zhang Fan immediately deeply felt the deep malice from this world - just like being looked at, women can call the police, but men can only break their teeth and swallow in their stomachs.

"Baba, does it hurt?" Qiuqiu grabbed Zhang Fan's hand that was slapped by Tang Qinghe and stroked it gently.

Qiuqiu touched it very seriously, as if he was stroking a work of art, the little face was bulging, and he looked serious, which provoked Zhang Fan couldn't help laughing, picked up Qiuqiu, touched her hair, and said, "Dad doesn't hurt." ”

And the little one immediately smiled.

"I'm sorry, Zhang Fan. Tang Qinghe drank a glass of water, came to Zhang Fan, and said apologetically: "It's because I'm too sensitive, it seems that we still need to run in." ”

Although the fluctuating mood has calmed down, the blush on the neck and the base of the ears has not subsided.

It's her own problem, Tang Qinghe is very sensitive to her body, and this kind of person is also afraid of itching.

The previous dance has always been to walk in a neutral style by herself, and she strokes the buttocks of the backup dancer by herself, but now it is her turn, Zhang Fan's fingers are like a blazing torch, and when she crosses her hips and groin, her whole body suddenly tenses, and she can't even do the movements well, as if her butt is on fire.

The first reaction of a woman when she encounters a groping pig hand is that her whole body is tense, and then no matter who is standing behind her, she turns around and slaps it.

Then, Zhang Fan's groping pig hand was fanned.

However, Zhang Fan, who was beaten, didn't feel anything, and even had a faint sense of happiness - men have a natural infatuation with women's buttocks, while Tang Qinghe has a good figure, plump, but no fat, and she is twenty-seven years old, which is the most charming age for a woman, which is very attractive to Zhang Fan, who is still a junior brother.

If you change the slap with a touch, then Zhang Fan would rather be slapped by Tang Qinghe a hundred times and a thousand times - you see, even a man who already has a baby can't ignore the shitty things about a woman's buttocks.

"It's a run-in. Zhang Fan smiled and said with relief: "There will definitely be some unaccustomed at the beginning, but you will get used to it when you touch it." ”

“……”

Tang Qinghe's eyes widened immediately, would he comfort the woman? and he got used to it when he touched it......

As soon as he thought that his butt groove would be touched ten or twenty times by Zhang Fan-who knew how many times, Tang Qinghe felt a feeling of scalp tingling.

Duan Peipei and Zhang Yuanyuan each took a step forward, one left and one right in front of Tang Qinghe, and looked at Zhang Fan with an unkind expression: "Who let you touch it, stinky rascal!"

"Then what should I do? remove this action?" Zhang Fan said with some melancholy, it is too difficult to be a man, and it is not to touch it, let alone not to touch it.

"Of course you can't get rid of it. Tang Qinghe's agent Zhang Yuanyuan said solemnly: "This action is the essence of the whole dance, reflecting the frivolity and ambiguity between men and women, how can it be removed?"

"You can fake touching, anyway, your hand is behind Qing He, and the audience can't see it. Zhang Yuanyuan made a suggestion.

"If you fake touching, the action will not be reflected, but my hand will keep going up, and finally pick up Qinghe's chin, there will be video broadcasts at 360 degrees around the concert, are you sure you can escape?" Zhang Fan asked rhetorically.

"Yo, is it reasonable to touch someone's buttocks?" Zhang Yuanyuan raised his eyebrows, crossed his hands like a shrew, and asked: "Why do you have to touch our Qinghe, can't it be our Qinghe who touches you?"

Zhang Fan opened his hands, his center of gravity was lowered, and the whole person fell straight back, slammed himself on the soft yoga mat, closed his eyes, and looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water: "Your idea is good, Qinghe, you can touch it, you can touch it as much as you want, I will frown and count me as losing!"

"Yuanyuan, shut up!" Tang Qinghe shouted with two black lines flowing from his forehead.

You touch me, I touch you, aren't you taking advantage?

Duan Peipei watched the video several times, frowned and said to Tang Qinghe: "Qinghe, why don't you be wronged and dedicate yourself to art?"

"But I can't. Tang Qinghe was about to cry: "I have a special constitution since I was a child, and I am especially afraid that others will touch my body, and the doctor said that I have a mimosa constitution." ”

"It can't be helped. Zhang Fan sighed and said, "Then there is only one way left, change the dance." ”

"Change the dance?!"

Everyone was dumbfounded: "Will you change your dance?"

"I can try. Zhang Fan nodded and said, "I'll rearrange a set of Qi dances, and this movement can be replaced by other movements." ”

"Give me ten minutes not to speak. With that, Zhang Fan came to the corner alone, frowned, and thought about it.

Tang Qinghe, Duan Peipei, Zhang Yuanyuan, and Qiuqiu, the three beauties, looked at Zhang Fan who was thinking with surprise on their faces, not because they didn't want to say it, but because they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

Choreography, Duan Peipei can also do it, but it takes a long time and effort to choreograph a complete set of dances. Sometimes there will be times when there is no inspiration, and at this time there will be a "traffic jam", and it is still unknown when it will be completed in what year and month it will be completed.

In the past ten minutes, no one spoke, quietly waiting for Zhang Fan to finish thinking.

Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan turned around and said to Zhang Yuanyuan, "Music." ”

"Oh, good. Zhang Yuanyuan hurriedly turned on the stereo, and the cheerful melody echoed out.

The front remains the same, but when it comes to the part where Zhang Fan and Tang Qinghe interact, Zhang Fan seems to have lost all his strength, his whole body is scattered, his two legs are standing in a figure of eight, his two arms are erected, and his head is also deeply hanging.

It feels like a puppet with a string on it.

Tang Qinghe turned around and turned to Zhang Fan's side according to his own movements, and gently pulled Zhang Fan's collar, this time, as if the power was turned on, Zhang Fan, who was dressed as a puppet, suddenly came to life, and made all kinds of unbelievable movements with the drumbeat of the music.

What makes people pay attention to is that Zhang Fan's movements are weak, but he always feels as if he is holding an invisible white thread on his body, and every time he makes a movement, his body will pause.

Dance is all about coherence, simply doing a movement with pauses will make people feel discordant, but every movement with the music has a stutter, it will form a distorted beauty.

Now Zhang Fan's movements are such a feeling, gentle, but not weak, paused, but not snatched the shot. Each action, like a real puppet, blends in with the wind outside.

As soon as the music changed, to the part where the connection between the first half and the second half was excessive, Zhang Fan suddenly stopped being a puppet again, his arms, his feet, and even his body squirmed like waves, one of which was particularly high, and the degree of waves made by Zhang Fan's body was also like ocean waves, from small to large, slow to fast, experienced climax, and returned to calm.

The music stopped abruptly, Zhang Fan's body returned to normal, he turned around, looked at Tang Qinghe and Duan Peipei with a smile, and asked, "How have I changed?"

"Oh my God, he's such a genius......" Tang Qinghe and Duan Peipei said to themselves in unison, incredibly.

Zhang Yuanyuan didn't react from the shock just now, and still looked at Zhang Fan dumbfounded.

Zhang Fan touched his chin and said with a smile: "I was thinking about a question before, is there too many species in this dance? There are modern dance, hippop, jazz, and tango, there is a hodgepodge feeling, and then I understood that there are more kinds of dances, it is not a bad thing, and it is a bad thing to dance well, instead of this, why not add some new species to make the dance more abundant?"

"So I added a little bit of poppin to it, and according to the melody of the music, I used the three styles of 'wave', 'puppet', and 'roll' in poppin. These three styles are collectively referred to as the 'boogaloo' style, and the poppin dance genre was carried forward by BoogalooSam, the ancestor of mechanical dance, when it originated on the street, and has been recognized by many dancers at international street dance conventions. Zhang Fan patiently introduced the women.

“……”

Zhang Yuan's face was blank, he pulled Duan Peipei's sleeve and asked, "Teacher Duan, do you understand?"

Duan Peipei also shook his head blankly.