Directly above the stage is a large viewing platform, behind which is a three-story pavilion.

On the left side of the viewing platform, there are more than a dozen men holding musical instruments, sitting solemnly with their eyelids down.

On the right, a dozen or so girls sat with musical instruments, and compared to the men opposite, they were calm, whispering, and laughing in low voices.

Occasionally, I saw the man opposite blushing and slightly embarrassed, and he smiled even more happily.

They're bold because it's their home turf.

"Knock~Knock~"

"Knock Knock ~ Knock Knock ~"

A dull drum beat sounded in all directions, and the sense of rhythm was very strong!

The dancers have already stood around the stage below, and the girls watching the dance have stood on both sides of the flower gallery, holding thin bamboo leaves and branches in their hands.

"Wow~"

"It's the Cold Moon Mentor~"

Cold Moon? Su Ran turned his head and looked at the woman in a black sacrificial dress in the middle of the stage, with her hair tied into auspicious sideburns.

Su Ran swept around, looked at the place where the drum came from, and in the four directions seven or eight meters away from the flower gallery, there was a big drum one meter five high, and a heroic woman stood on it.

As they danced, the dull drums resounded rhythmically in the air.

Su Ran looked at one of the women thoughtfully, she felt that this woman was somewhat familiar, not familiar in appearance, but in shape.

"yes!" Hua Baoyue looked at the stage with her eyes unstoppable, and said leisurely: "Tutor Hanyue is the most powerful Mr. Dance Music in the Academy......"

She stopped her mouth and looked at Su Ran strangely, where did this girl come from, how did his brother know her!

"What's wrong?" Su Ran touched it, why did he look at her like this?

Qingli's face was solemn and solemn.

"It's her," she murmured, no wonder she looked at the woman a little familiar, it turned out that she had seen it during the Chrysanthemum Festival.

Su Ran pulled the sleeve of Lahua Baoyue and raised his chin towards Han Yue, who was dancing the main sacrifice dance on the stage, "Cousin, she is the tutor of Shizuka Academy?" ”

“…… Chinese! ”

"Huaxia," Hua Baoyue whispered and looked at Su Ran, "You're not from Cloud City, are you?" ”

Su Ran smiled: "No, I've just been here for more than a month. ”

"How did you meet my brother?" Hua Baoyue leaned closer and said very quietly, she couldn't bear to ask until now, and she admired herself a little.

"Ahh Su Ran laughed, she tilted her head, her lips were five centimeters away from her ears, and said a little mysteriously: "You have to ask him about this, it's inconvenient for me to say." ”

"And what's your name?"

Huang Bing'er pulled the little sister's clothes.

Su Ran's gaze followed Han Yue's back until she got on the platform, and she withdrew her gaze.

On the way to retract his gaze, he stumbled upon two men sitting on the left side of the platform.

"No wonder you know Shizuka Academy but don't know Mentor Hanyue, let me tell you, there are two women's academies in Cloud City, namely Shizuka Academy and Murong Academy. The two academies have always competed with each other, and in the past, dance and music have always been the hidden pressure of Murong Academy, but since Teacher Hanyue came four years ago, Murong Academy has been the loser in the Mid-Autumn Festival competition every year......"

The two chatted and looked at the people on the stage.

"Stop talking, we're going up!"

She said something briefly, paused, and said, "You'll know later." ”

At this time, a woman over half a hundred years old came to the stage, wearing black sacrificial clothes, her hair was meticulously combed, and her face was kind but solemn.

She recited an obscure prayer, and she recited a sentence, and the girls on both sides of the flower gallery also recited a sentence.

Her eyes widened, who could tell her why Mr. Zhuang and Mr. Qin were here?

"Cousin, why are there two men sitting there?"

Hua Baoyue looked in the direction she was pointing and said with a smile: "That's Mr. Yunxi Academy, and the one who holds the green bamboo flute is Mr. Zhuang...... The other is Mr. Jean...... The men who played the music were his students......"

Soon, there were hundreds of girls standing on the stage, and twenty of them were the protagonists of today.

These twenty girls are students of Shizuka Academy and Murong Academy respectively.

The other girls are the backing dancers brought by each of the main characters.

At this time, except for the people who recited the blessings, everyone fell silent.

After a while, after the woman went down, today's protagonist walked onto the stage with his own side dance.

Su Ran pursed her lips and followed behind Hua Baoyue and the others, praying in her heart that the two gentlemen would not see her and recognize her.

The same is true for the others, with the main dancer in the middle, and the four backup dancers standing on the left and right sides of the front and the left and right sides of the back.

"Dong~" The drum sounded, followed by the sound of the flute, and then the music on both sides of the stage.

The girls on the stage have already begun to dance the sacrificial dance.

Hua Bao Yue walked to the left at the front of the stage, she turned her head and whispered: "Cousin, you are in this position, although you have memorized the dance steps, but you have not danced with the music, you are not so conspicuous in this position. ”

"Okay," Su Ran couldn't ask for it, there was someone in front of her, and she felt a lot more relieved.

The position of the five of them was on the left side of the front of the stage, Su Ran's four backup dancers stood in a square position, and Hua Baoyue stood in the middle of the four.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at her last somewhat apologetic face, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

Su Ran smiled, didn't speak, and after turning around, his face turned cold.

If she hadn't spoken, she might have believed she didn't mean to.

Su Ran danced a little jerky at first, and it took a few movements before he slowly entered the best state and kept up with the rhythm of the music.

This sacrificial dance has less of a sense of mystery and majesty than the main sacrificial dance, and has more of a sense of lightness and liveliness.

Su Ran had just raised his hand and his right foot had just bent up, when suddenly, his back was pushed down.

She heard Cai Lihua's apology, but she didn't think she didn't mean it.

Qin Sangxue on the viewing platform was plucking the strings comfortably, as a gentleman, he would not stare at the face of the girl on the stage.

So when he looks ahead, his gaze will only sweep at the feet of the girl on the stage.

The woman's voice was clearly one of the people who threw the sacrificial clothes behind the fence.

She wouldn't have been mistaken.

Mei Susu frowned, she glanced at Su Ran on her right, and the corner of her eye swept at the person in front of Su Lai.

Suddenly, his fingertips twitched.

Qin Sangxue looked at the stage again with some doubts, and her eyes swept to the second position on the left side of the stage, and different shoes appeared.

He smiled in his heart, it turned out that someone was not wearing uniform sacrificial shoes.

Suddenly, his eyes swept over the stage casually, and something different seemed to flash in his mind.

Zhuang Qihua, who was playing the flute next to him, glanced at him suspiciously.

Qin Sangxue took a closer look at the light cyan men's shoes that showed off the red skirt with the dancing movements.