The water, wet Leng Yitong's clothes, and hair, instantly attracted everyone's attention?

Leng Yitong's eyes suddenly opened, slowly dancing his body, and quickly cut into the melody of the music.

Her slightly damp hair swayed, bringing out a piece of loneliness and decadence.

The water-soaked clothes rolled against her body, like a lonely and helpless person struggling on a cold night.

It's such an action that draws everyone's attention to it.

"Genius, really genius!" At this moment, a dance teacher stood up and said with a shocked face: "The cold classmate who was wet with water has injected a new soul into this dance, which is the struggle of an oppressed soul against social injustice, as well as resistance, which vividly expresses the feelings of desolation, loneliness, and helplessness." ”

"Although Xiao's dancing skills are very solid and the emotions expressed are also in place, they are only limited to movements, but Leng is different, this is dancing with his soul."

Even if you don't need this teacher to say it, everyone can feel the power of Leng Yitong's dance, just like the song just now, penetrating their hearts.

They never cried for a dance, but after watching Leng Yitong's dance, their eyes moistened again.

That's not Leng Yitong, it's a person who fights for his ill-fated fate.

Xiao Jieyu, who was twisting her body here, her face became ugly, and she couldn't imagine that Leng Yitong would cover her limelight with just a basin of water.

Not only that, as the music progressed, Leng Yitong's dance became more intense and expressive, and she was compared to her.

She went from being a queen, oppressed like a clown, writhing feebly beside her.

Bastard!!

Xiao Jieyu's heart was angry and low, and she suddenly stumbled and fell to the ground.

She was utterly defeated.

It's like a loser, looking weakly at Leng Yitong, who is gradually getting taller, staring at himself.

Poof!

Leng Yitong pounced, knelt on his knees, and lay on his back on the stage, swaying his last sweat, drawing an end to this dance.

"Master Leng!!"

"Leng Ye, Leng Ye!!"

For a while, the audience cheered, constantly shouting the word Leng Ye.

Xiao Jieyu has been forgotten aside.

Leng Yitong let them see a person who was unwilling to submit to fate, and he was using his strength to fight to the last moment.

At this moment, regardless of success or failure, but Qiu has fought desperately.

Many people are like being beaten with chicken blood, and they want to ride their own bicycles and pedal him for several kilometers to vent their inner excitement.

Although it seems to have nothing to do with dancing, there is such an impulse.

"See?" Leng Yitong squinted at the lonely Xiao Jieyu, and said lightly: "This is the gap between you and me." No matter how many dirty means you use, you can't change the facts. ”

Xiao Jieyu's pupils shrank, gritted her teeth, got up and returned to the backstage without saying a word.

"Jieyu ......" Wei Hong saw that Xiao Jieyu's face was wrong, she must have been hit by Leng Yitong.

Once, she was so good, but now she is covered by Leng Yitong.

"Wei Hong, don't worry." Xiao Jieyu eased up, her eyes flashing with a cold divine light, "He didn't feel proud for long." ”

She turned her head and stared coldly at Leng Yitong on the stage.

After listening to Leng Yitong's songs and watching her dance, the next shows became boring.

The most dazzling one of this Mid-Autumn Festival party is undoubtedly Leng Yitong.

Even if it is Xiao Jieyu, it is less than half of her.