Since last month, Yuan Qingya has said that her cousin has a strong talent in dancing and how good she dances.

When she saw that two days ago, she felt pretty good about this little girl.

Today is the one who has the greatest expectations for her.

But now, Liao Chuncui's heart is full of a strong sense of disappointment.

And after these words, Song Yue'er, who stood proudly on the stage, waiting for praise, instantly turned red.

Seeing that Liao Chuncui was about to get up and leave, she hurriedly said nervously: "Teacher, I just admire you too much, so when I practice dance, I will inadvertently imitate you..."

As she spoke, her eyes turned red: "If you don't like it, I won't be like this in the future, please give me another chance!" ”

Liao Chuncui's face was expressionless: "Everyone only has one chance, is it fair for others to give you another chance?" ”

Song Yue'er bit the corner of her lip.

Liao Chuncui is a disciple who wants to accept the mantle of inheritance, and she prefers her dance style, which is naturally better.

This is Yuan Qingya's idea.

Therefore, she went to Song Yue'er just now, and the two discussed for a long time, sandwiched some Liao Chuncui's dance elements into the dance, and even changed into a set of ethnic clothes close to her.

But Yuan Qingya didn't expect the teacher to react like this, and hurriedly interceded: "Teacher, Yue'er, she watched your dance once today, and she was able to add the elements to jump out by herself, which shows that her talent is still extremely strong, doesn't it?" ”

Liao Chuncui glanced at her: "Do you think you can hide it from me with your little care?" ”

The smile on Yuan Qingya's face froze.

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The contestants who finished the performance in front of them were watching at the backstage door.

Liao Chuncui has a microphone in her hand, and her voice is very penetrating.

Everyone looked at each other.

Yin Huan pursed his lips and muttered in a low voice: "I wanted to be the last one to surprise the audience, but it turned out to be a joke for the audience." ”

"I thought she could dance so well, and she imitated Liao's seniors..."

"I heard that Yuan Qingya is her cousin, do you think that by imitating Liao's predecessors, she can move people's hearts and go through the back door?"

"Then who knows..."

"Tsk, it seems that among those of us, even if the worst jumper, we have also got a sentence from Senior Liao to make persistent efforts, come on..."

It was the first one to be criticized in such words.

Those words were like a slap in the face, and Song Yue'er's face was now bruised, and she couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into it on the spot.

As soon as I got off the backstage, I heard these chirps, and I couldn't hold back my shame and indignation, and yelled: "What do you see? ”

"I've been scolded, and I'm still proud!"

"That's it, what if my cousin is a student of Liao's seniors, it's not as good as us!"

A few people sneered at it.

Yin Huan leaned over to Tan Beixing and muttered, "She's annoyed and angry, right?" ”

Tan Beixing said vaguely: "Maybe." ”

"Tan Beixing!" Song Yue'er suddenly turned her head and glared at her with red eyes: "You must be very proud now, right?" ”

Tan Beixing glanced at her: "Why should I be complacent?" ”

Song Yue'er gritted her teeth a little, and said indignantly: "I have practiced for so long and worked hard, and I waited until today, but I lost to you who has never practiced dancing, you must have gotten carried away!" ”

Tan Beixing: "......"

She almost laughed out loud, took a deep breath and calmed down: "Just because you haven't seen me practice dance doesn't mean I haven't practiced." ”

She learned to dance at the age of four, danced for ten years, and suffered endlessly.

Later, he had an accident and fell asleep for three years.

After waking up, the rehabilitation training was delayed for two years, and Song Li relented to let her continue dancing.

But everyone knows that there is no need to do a dance, so she is practicing desperately in private.

And her current state is only three-tenths of what she used to be.

"Song Yue'er." Tan Beixing looked at Song Yue'er, who was full of jealousy, and said lightly: "Do you know why you are like this?" ”

Song Yue'er bit her lip and stared at her without speaking.

Tan Beixing's face was expressionless: "The average age of our people is not more than twenty, and everyone dances what they like and is good at, but you obviously can't dance one percent of the charm of her dance, and you have to imitate her simple and vicissitudes of dance. ”