"Uh, which of us comes first?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked.

"Hmph, then I'll come first, and make a demonstration."

Silly! Two! Pretend to be B inexperienced!

As soon as he heard Long Dongqiang so full of words that he would come first, Zhang Xiaoqiang flashed to the side.

Just kidding, the real bull B characters are always the last to appear, have you ever seen a police officer appear at the crime scene in the first place?

"Hehe, okay, then you come first!"

Vacant of the venue, Long Dongqiang and Sycophant A, Sycophant B walked to the center of the venue one after another, and the girls automatically formed a circle, not to mention that the current atmosphere really has a bit of a feeling of street fighting.

When the music sounded, the three men slowly raised their right hands and pointed to the sky, posing as "I am Long Aotian, there is a kind of you splitting me".

Immediately after the rhythm changed, Long Aotian held his chest and moved with the drumbeat undulating, and the surrounding girls burst into cheers.

Vulgar! Is that something to be excited about? The "Four Courtyards" are more standard than their actions when they are pulled out casually. Zhang Xiaoqiang scoffed, and the three men began to dance wildly.

Some of them grabbed the crotch of their pants and pumped on the spot, some rubbed their feet on the ground to rub the ashes, and the most painful thing for Zhang Xiaoqiang to see was Long Dongqiang's final finishing move, that guy actually put his head on the ground, and Sa Huan turned in circles.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who watched it, jumped straight into the stars, and finally the trio of Long Aotian settled down and posed again in the shape of "there is a kind of you splitting me", and the music stopped abruptly.

"Good! Good! ”

"Good jump!"

"Handsome!"

The girls applauded and admired at the same time, like a group of nymphomaniacs.

It can be seen that Long Dongqiang's performance has won unanimous praise from all the women.

"Hehe, it's ugly." After enjoying the worship of the women, Long Dongqiang slowly came to Zhang Xiaoqiang, and after laughing hypocritically twice, he showed a hint of victory on his face: "Xiaoqiang, how about it, comment on my performance just now." ”

Dizzy! Very dizzy! Zhang Xiaoqiang, who had not yet recovered from the spinning state, rolled his eyes, he stared at Long Dongqiang for a long time, and finally held back his words: "That...... Headache? ”

"Poof!" The audience burst into laughter, and the women were amused by Zhang Xiaoqiang's question.

Zhang Xiaoqiang's face was full of capitalized "question marks", he really didn't understand where the joke was, he really felt pain.

His gaze swept over Long Dongqiang's head, and Aquarius Zhang Xiaoqiang resisted the urge to step forward and flip through it.

But in the eyes of Long Dongqiang, his actions were naked provocation and contempt.

The tip of his eyebrows was light, and Long Dongqiang snorted twice in his nose: "It seems that Xiaoqiang has better skills to show, okay, today is a rare opportunity, let us see what is so powerful about the person personally selected by Mr. Wang." ”

That being said, Long Dongqiang didn't mean to "ask for advice" from top to bottom, but wrote the words "You are doomed" in his nostrils.

In this regard, Zhang Xiaoqiang doesn't care at all, as a person who is familiar with YY novels, he may not be able to do it, but he is definitely first-class when it comes to pretending to be B and slapping his face.

"Hehe, it's not amazing, but it's better than you...... Maybe a little bit stronger. After speaking, the corners of his lips curled, Zhang Xiaoqiang patted Long Dongqiang's shoulder with his palm, and then staggered and walked straight towards the center of the field, leaving Long Dongqiang messy in place.

"Come on!! Michael！ Let's pull off this gorgeous reversal! ”

Three fingers are tapped on the forehead, and the right hand is slashed downward in a "gun" momentum, and Zhang Xiaoqiang's settled posture is a classic appearance of "Michael Jackson".

As soon as he posed this pose, the audience immediately burst into thunderous applause.

There is no doubt that the trio of Long Dongqiang have lost at the beginning, no matter how beautiful they are in street dancing and how skilled they are, but they are not worth mentioning in front of the dancing king.

Because there is a thing called affection in this world! There is a belief called Michael Jackson.

When the music sounded, Zhang Xiaoqiang trembled, and then ...... The style of painting is messy.

In the center of the venue, Zhang Xiaoqiang's body was bent and twitching, he sometimes rubbed up and down on his body, sometimes jumped back and forth with his legs, and there was no trace of Michael in the whole scene, but it looked like a patient with cerebral thrombosis was sick.

Seeing this scene, everyone was stupid.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was unaware, was still performing hard, and he committed "sheep madness" on the field.

At the end of the song, he leaped into the air, split his legs in the air, and then fell to the ground again.

"Smack!" The half-kneeling knee hit the floor with a dull thud.

Immediately after that, the classroom fell silent!

Reaching out and brushing the bangs in front of his forehead, Zhang Xiaoqiang was very satisfied with everyone's reaction.

The heart is: I was impressed by Lao Tzu's dancing skills! With my dancing king possessed, who would dare to disagree!?

It's just that...... In just a moment, the classroom that had just been silent burst into bursts of laughter.

"Hahaha, this guy is so funny."

"yes, I'm laughing to death."

"Ouch, no, my stomach hurts, haha."

……

The surrounding noise made Zhang Xiaoqiang and Zhang's second head scratch...... The power of the dancing king won't be so great, right, these girls are crazy with excitement?

Just when Zhang Xiaoqiang was blind, a person passed in front of him, and when he looked up, Long Dongqiang was looking at him with a slanted smile.

"Hehe, hey, I opened my eyes today, Xiaoqiang is amazing! That's amazing! Hiss~ Dare to ask, what kind of dance did you dance just now? It can't be self-created, right? Ah, could it be a legend...... Jerking Dance!? ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha, convulsions! It's so apt! ”

"Ouch, don't talk about it, I really can't do it, hehehe."

……

"Enough!" A coquettish shout interrupted everyone's frolicking.

Moving his eyes, but seeing Su Lengche's face was cold, and his chest was rising and falling violently, needless to say, the ice beauty was very excited at the moment.

"Hehe, Leng Che, I can understand your feelings. Belch...... Teacher Wang must have her own ideas when she does this, and she asked Xiaoqiang to join probably to inject something new into your dance. It's just this convulsion......"

"Shut up!" Raising his hand to stop Long Dongqiang's abuse, Su Lengche walked quickly to Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is confused now, he really can't figure out why Su Meinu is so angry.

After thinking about it, he finally asked tentatively, "That...... May I ask, you guys...... What the hell are you laughing at? ”

When the voice fell, Zhang Xiaoqiang could clearly feel the unevenness of Su Lengche's breath, as an old driver who had read countless films, Zhang Xiaoqiang knew that the other party was going to be "**".

Sure enough, in less than two seconds, Su Lengche raised his hand slightly, pointed to the entrance of the classroom, and said two words in a concise and cold manner: "Go out!" ”

Uncle's! What is this called? Zhang Xiaoqiang, who was driven out of the classroom, was full of depression, and said in his heart: Lao Tzu kindly possessed the dancing king Michael to perform for you, and it became a joke when it turned upside down, a group of idiots who don't understand art!

"Hey," the old man's laughter sounded in his head.

Zhang Xiaoqiang was angry, and now when he heard the old man laughing, he replied angrily: "You are laughing at a fart!" ”

"Ah, it's quite angry. It's nothing, I'll just see you depressed and tell you...... It's true that the dancing king was attached to you just now, but his name is not Michael. ”

"Huh? It's not Michael, but who's that? ”

In addition to "Michael Jackson" in this world, is there anyone else who deserves the title of "King of Dance"?

With doubts, Zhang Xiaoqiang hurriedly opened the previous information, and after finding the possessed stream of consciousness, he looked at it and saw a row of eye-catching characters written on it:

"Asian Dance King, Founder of Ghost Step Dance - Nicholas Zhao Si."