The live broadcast has finally begun. Jaco and Ryan are the first group. The whole stage was cast with a dim cold light. The French Romantic Dance Music plays slowly, and the aggressive drumbeat gradually changes with the presence of Giacó. Giacco walked out of the stage, and the first second he stepped out made people feel a kind of suffocation. His long, platinum-blond hair was tied up, and the front of his forehead was all tucked back of his head. Like a white jaguar, he took two steps forward. And Ryan, who appeared next, pressed his hat with one hand, hooked the blazer on his shoulder with the other, and put a sexy smile on the corner of his mouth with bright red flowers. He lowered the brim of his hat and took two steps towards Giako.

The two slowly circled in a large half-circle as if they had discovered each other's targets. Ryan then shook off his blazer from his shoulders. They approached slowly in circles, and Jaco placed his palm on Ryan's strong chest, his aggressive gaze firmly locked on Ryan's gaze under the brim of his hat. With a heavy drumbeat, Ryan pinned Jaco to his chest.

Syllable! The light is in focus for a split second. A dark cold light cast a grim silhouette on their faces, but a fiery gaze almost ignited all around.

Jaco put his hand in Ryan's palm. Ryan clenched his slender fingers and aggressively took two steps forward. Jaco followed him out of a few regular steps, his hooked leg sliding down Ryan's thigh. Ryan spun a big lap, while Jaco took eight steps in a row in two beats, and five or six laps in Ryan's arms. Then it goes back to its original state again. They seemed to see each other on equal footing, and Giako, who took a lunge, slowly got to his feet, the tip of his nose against Ryan's. He took Ryan's hat off and placed it on his head, a yuppie smile on his grim face. Luca! Ryan almost kissed him on the spot. His heart beat hard at the sudden smile. He lifted Jaco from his arms, put his arm around his waist and forced him to twist half a circle against his chest. Jaco's hip bone looped into a slow "8", and as Ryan slid his hand down his right ribs, abs, and left hip bone to the side of his left leg, he leaned back sideways, made an exaggerated lower back, and then led Ryan into a large lunge.

Ryan took his hat off and pressed it against his head, and the two twirled apart. Ryan removed the rose from his mouth and took two steps closer to Jaco. Jaco put his arm around his shoulder, staring at the other's heaving chest for half a second, and then, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he thrust his foot between Ryan's legs, deliberately pushing against his bulging spot.

Ryan's breath suffocated. He took two cross-steps away from Giako's slender legs, and as he flipped behind him, Giako squatted down in a big lunge, and his front knee was inserted between Ryan's legs. Ryan bent down condescendingly, slowly helping him up, the rose in his hand digging into Jaco's tightly bound hair.

The tempo of the music picked up. Their cross-strides began to become frequent, tight small steps and big strides spread from one end of the stage to the other, gasps mingling with each other, beads of sweat sliding down Jaco's jaw and over Ryan's collarbone and onto his pecs.

Giacco could feel the muscles and veins in his wrists, and the vibration of his heart touched Ryan's chest with each blow, and in the separation, the contact between Guò's palm and neck was transmitted to the other party.

The rhythm was a violent pause in that moment. Jaco took a sharp step back, his slender legs drawing a provocative and ferocious arc from back to front on the ground. He pulled the rose from his hair and sniffed it under the tip of his nose. He pointed to one of Ryan's hands, and Ryan's steps jumped over his long legs, as light as an antelope. Jaco spun slowly, sliding the fiery red rose down Ryan's open chest and into the waistband of his pants.

Ryan locked on to Jaco with a fiery gaze, but at that moment, Jaco's hand split Ryan, and the palm passed under his armpit, pressing hard, leaning Ryan's body towards him.

Syllable! Another spotlight. Jaco pressed Ryan's forehead against his cheek. His palm was on the back of Ryan's head to keep him from seeing his face. His gaze is affectionate and repressed possessive. The fastened collar and cuffs accentuate the abstinence of a bizarre seductive crime. He forcefully led Ryan forward, a move that made the stunned Ryan finally understand what Jaco had said two days ago after reacting for a second: "You won't succeed so lightly." ”

Ryan pulled out a big smile. He obediently placed his hand on Giacko's shoulder, his long arm wrapping around his shoulder and gripping the back of Giako's neck. He pressed his cheek against Giako. He flicked his legs again and again, bumping into Giako's slender calves and thighs. His female step was no weaker than the man's, and Giaco was almost burned by his few bounces. Ryan frequently hit his sensitive spots, and Jaco had to cling to him, and they battled each other, quickly separating and fighting like bullfights. They cover their upright and excited desires with ever-larger dance steps, and the dizzying dance moves that get faster and faster almost unanimous make one wonder if their feet are connected.

They closed their eyes, as if they were dancing with passion, the fiery roses were constantly squeezed and bloomed, and the sweat from their hair swayed to the western circumference, rubbing and being rubbed, advancing and retreating, staggered and unanimous, spinning and straight forward. Until the two of them freeze at the end - Giaco clasps Ryan's waist and Ryan presses his neck. Their faces swirled toward each other, as if they were kissing, and as if they were just pressing against each other's cheeks.

After two minutes of silence, there was a whistle and applause.

The audience in front of the screen is almost going crazy. They screamed the names of Lukka and Ryan, and once again nearly blew up the server.

Jaco calmed himself down and pushed Ryan away. However, Ryan held him hard. Giacco whispered in his ear, "Go back to your room and talk about ......"

Ryan slowly let him go.

Jaco and Kurt stood on the stage to be commented on by the three judges.

But the three of them did not speak for a moment. After a while, Guero said, "This is what I've ever seen—"

Before Guero could finish speaking, someone in the audience shouted in a rude voice: "Hey, little donkey hoof, your mother told me to ask you, is that fool dancing with you the perfume king Ryan?" ”

Jako's eyebrows furrowed suddenly. The lights were dim, and he didn't notice that two people had arrived, his face was cold, and Ryan's face was even colder.

Giaco didn't answer, which seemed to make the other party very embarrassed. A figure staggered and very rudely rushed up and said, "You are now bolder! The man stumbled on the steps he had come up. Giako took a step back with a pale face. It seems that he has been beaten too many times.

Pierre asked Eva while controlling the camera: "Can't let him go up like this!" But Eva shook her head. She said to Pierre: "This is a good opportunity for him. ”

As Jaco stepped back, Ryan stepped forward, but the man whose brain had been poisoned by alcohol seemed to have only one thought left - to teach his son a lesson.

"You're exactly like your mother." The man gave a very lewd smile, "Come on, how much can you get for dancing with him...... You also seem to have shot a commercial? Give it to me, good son, your father has to pay back the money to support the family. The man let out a vulgar laugh.

The audience in front of the screen almost roared. One angry phone call after another reached the program team, and many people rushed directly to the Belinha Bridge.

Several of the security guards were helpless because the drunkard still had a broken glass bottle in his hand, and he was Luca's father.

"Keep him away from my elves!" Outside the Belinia Bridge, there was already a furious roar, and soon the loudspeaker was used.

"Get out of here! I've called the police! ”

"What's going on with the security guards of the program team! Or is it just predetermined? ”

When the drunkard dragged the pale-faced Jaco off the stage, the security guards finally stepped forward to try to stop him. A sneer appeared on Julian's face, who was standing on the sidelines and watching coldly. He could almost have predicted that Luka's popularity would fall to Waterloo. He was dragged down by the wolf like that, and even Ryan didn't have time to stop him.

Jaco struggled and shouted, "No......"

"No? Do you want to rebel? Your mother and I raised you for eighteen years, and you want to kick us away? Don't be delusional, little brute, go back to your father's arms, you just have to take a few commercials as before, and learn from your mother to sleep with someone else, and you can fulfill your duty of support," said the drunkard, laughing happily, "You are really well dressed, who have you slept with?" Then again...... If it weren't for your mom finding you, I really didn't know you would have dared to run. ”

Fear spread across Giako's face. He whispered, "No......"

"Let him go." Ryan's low, restless voice rang out behind him. As if stimulated, Jaco struggled and his voice grew louder and louder: "No...... No...... No! The drunk, who had been enraged by Giako, kicked Giako to the ground and slapped him hard.

The sound of "pop" was so crisp and loud that everyone at the scene was stunned. Ryan immediately stepped forward and pushed the drunk away, pulling Jako to his feet and examining his cheeks closely. Jaco lowered his head, trembling all over. Ryan was eager to immediately throw the man into the Belinha River and drown. The drunk, who had been pushed away, opened his eyes wide and pounced on Ryan and Jaco. The security guards rushed forward to hold him up, and the scene was chaotic.

It wasn't until the drunk was completely taken downstairs that the farce came to an end, and the live broadcast was already chaotic, and the cameras didn't know where to put better. Jaco sat in the audience, holding his head in his hands, and Ryan patted him on the shoulder next to him. Pierre gives him a few shots, and Eva says a few words full of "surprise" and "sympathy", trying to pull the show back to its original rhythm.

But the three judges were obviously in no mood to comment again. Guero walked up to Giaco and said, "Listen, this is the best tango I've ever seen." He wrote a 10 for Giaco and handed it to him, and the camera took a close-up of the "10". Barbara also gave him a perfect score without objection, only Jenny once again uncharacteristically gave him a 5.

After the judges scored, the show finally pulled to a normal rhythm. However, the second group of Julian and Miller's dance was a disaster, no one was in the mood to watch their dance, and the comment section was still boiling about what had happened before, and several other small videos were constantly being sent to the website, all of which were taken by the enthusiastic crowd guarding downstairs in the show studio, and the drunk who was thrown out of the picture was very arrogant, constantly waving the broken wine bottle in his hand. Until he was taken away by a police car.

"I can't believe it! He made a cut in my arm! ”

"He's a madman! You should see for yourselves what he looks like! He was taken away by the police! I took a video! ”

"Oh my God, I can't imagine how Luca has been treated in the past...... He dared to hit him even in front of the camera! ”

Those who couldn't make it to the scene could only watch the remaining two dances in front of the screen, gradually venting their anger on Julian who followed him.

"I really don't understand what this little prince is dancing for. Even Miller danced better than him. ”

"You can't look at it, you look at what he's wearing, it's all holes, and his pants are so tight, I think his crotch will crack soon."

"He can't dance at all!"

"I thought Julian was good, but compared to Luca, it's really bad."

"I saw Lukka in that shot, and he's still crying, oh, my poor little elf."

"My heart is still beating...... I'm going to have to take a screenshot of Luca and Ryan's previous dance and save it on my hard drive......"

"Seriously, that disgusting man made me feel immediately extinguished after watching Luca's dance, and I want to rush out and beat him up right now!"

"Hopefully Ryan can sort this out, I hated Ryan but I think he's the one Luca needs the most."

Julian's score was very low, almost half that of Giaco. Bethany and Julian both had bad faces, and only Miller was very happy to say, "Actually, I like rock 'n' roll." ”

Bella's cousin is a little better than Julian's. Although her aura is not strong enough, there is Adam. They danced a three-step song that was adapted in a fancy way, which drove the dancers a little crazy. Because it was adapted so nondescriptively. When Bella's score came out, their dance teacher spread her hands and said, "I'm not surprised that they're going to get this score, and to be honest, I don't want to hear this piece again." ”

Bella's costume score was a bit higher than Julian's, and when the score was announced, Julian's face was ashen. No matter how much Jenny pulled, she couldn't pull Bella under Julian, and her repeated anomalous scores made everyone else see her intentions.

Jenny grimaced and tore her face with a make-up, giving Bella a 1.

"Listen, I don't care what deal or relationship you have with Julian, you can't insult a show like that." Barbara pointed at Jenny and said angrily.