Liao Chuncui is the big axis and is the last to appear.

The drums beat first, dull as thunder, and a light lit up on the darkened stage, in which a figure stood and danced slowly to the music.

The strings are up, and the sound of the pipa is as noisy as jade.

The costumes full of ethnic style, from soothing to passionate drum music, coupled with the passionate interpretation of dance movements, after half an hour, it seems to have watched a humanistic history.

It's a big blow.

The applause did not stop for a long time.

Tan Beixing was even more nervous: "Ah Li, I have to take the assessment in the afternoon, I..."

Song Li picked her chin and said with a smile: "Just play, don't have any pressure." ”

There's her anyway.

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In fact, Liao Chuncui was not sure when to accept apprentices.

I don't know who spread it, saying that she may have to retire after this Shengjing art performance and want to find a successor.

Those who wanted to apprentice flocked to him.

Liao Chuncui thought about it for a while, and simply settled here.

It's not a traditional art exam, it's just to show off your dancing skills in front of her, and everyone who came is full of energy.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the front of the theater was empty, but the backstage was crowded.

There were twenty-three people of various ages, and three boys.

The number drawn first.

Song Yue'er drew the No. 7.

In order to add points to the performance, many people brought their own costumes in the style of the dance.

Yuan Qingya took a suitable set to Song Yue'er and explained: "You have already seen the teacher's dance, I have added some elements to the performance for you, don't be nervous, behave well." ”

Song Yue'er took the clothes and said with a smile: "Thank you, cousin." ”

Yuan Qingya raised her eyebrows: "In the future, in addition to cousins, the two of us will also be senior sisters, what are you polite?" ”

Song Yue'er smiled playfully: "Senior sister? ”

"It's not accepted yet, it's going to be an inch." Yuan Qingya flicked her forehead and smiled: "Go change your clothes." ”

Song Yue'er nodded, and the moment she turned around, the smile on her face suddenly disappeared, and it was overcast.

At the door of the changing room, I met Tan Beixing.

Pretending!

Qingteng has been in Qingteng for more than two years, and she has never heard Tan Beixing dance, let alone a difficult folk dance, Song Yue'er sneered in her heart.

Tan Beixing held the No. 23 sign in his hand.

The last one!

Song Yue'er's eyes flashed slightly, and she said softly: "Beixing, I'm a little unwell, can I change positions with you?" ”

Tan Beixing frowned and raised his guard: "What do you want to do?" ”

Song Yue'er's gaze casually swept around, and there were several people.

She shook her body, rubbed her forehead, her little face was pale, and she seemed to faint at any time: "I'm really uncomfortable..."

"It's just a position, she's uncomfortable, you can change it for her." A girl who had changed her clothes approached.

Immediately, someone else agreed: "That's it, the position can't change anything, let her rest for a while." ”

Song Yue'er's cousin is Liao Chuncui's apprentice, and it is no secret in this background.

Tan Beixing looked at them coldly to please Song Yue'er, walked over with an expressionless face, changed the order card, and walked into the changing room with the box containing the clothes.

Song Yue'er looked at the No. 23 brand in her hand, and the corners of her lips hooked up with a touch of pride.

She's sure to be the one to amaze the audience!

"Is Tan Beixing here? Someone is looking for you! At that moment, there was a shout outside.

It would only be Song Li who would be looking for her, and Tan Beixing, who had changed half of his clothes, came out of the changing room and trotted out.

Her clothes are dark blue, like a Tibetan robe but not, the patterns are embroidered with various colors of silver thread, lining the skin is extremely white, fine and beautiful.

"Look good!"

"What ethnicity is she?"

Several girls showed envy in their eyes.

Song Yue'er looked at her clothes, and a touch of ruthlessness crossed her eyes.

Tan Beixing came back soon, entered the changing room, went to change the skirt on the lower half of his body, opened the box, and reached out to grab a handful of strips of cloth.

The whole person couldn't help but freeze.

She shuddered, walked out of the changing room with the box, and shouted around, "Who just touched my clothes?" ”

The lively backstage was silent for an instant, and they all looked at her and showed their doubts.

"What clothes?"

"Who is touching your clothes for what?"

Tan Beixing looked coldly, threw the middle of the clothes in his hand to the ground, and asked calmly, "Who did it?" ”