Shrimp

After surviving a hard lunch, a nosebleed-prone Xingchen quickly escapes back to the practice room.

As exercise is not good for the stomach after eating, the first class was scheduled for 1:30 p.m. Most of the 29 trainees in class F went back to their dormitories for a rest, so there were only seven or eight people in the practice room, memorizing the moves in front of the mirror.

Qi Xingchen turned around and went out of the practice room, and went next door to the A class to take a look.

Class A consists of six students, all of whom are in attendance.

So it's really not just a matter of talent or late entry into the industry for some of the trainees to end up in the F class.

He went to a few other classes, went back to the F class practice room to observe for a moment, and went to the center of the practitioners and asked, "Did you record the teacher's video?"

The eight trainees didn't expect him to speak up and froze before answering, "Recorded."

"Tune out," Qi Xingchen said, "and I'll learn with you."

Everyone was pulling out their cell phones, and Qi Xingchen took a look at the first one handed to him.

There are only videos of the teacher showing, not explaining.

Others did the same, following along all carefully while the teacher explained, not having time to record a video.

"...... Forget it, put it away," Qi Xingchen quite the headache, "Stop watching the video and I'll break down the moves for you."

Hearing him say that, the practicing students were even more surprised.

Qi Xingchen? Break down the action?

A look at his resume since his debut: he has played two or three small supporting roles in web dramas, appeared in a smash hit variety show, officially announced a star-studded drama that hasn't aired yet, and picked up an endorsement for a branded perfume ......

After that came My Time.

None of the activities related to singing and dancing.

So ...... Can he dance?

It's not a blind barren dance to show yourself in front of the camera, is it?

The eight of them were already thin, and three days was a very, very tight squeeze for them, not to mention the fact that they couldn't bring themselves to be crooked.

They don't want to waste even a minute of their time putting on a show with the Starlight Observer.

The eight trainees looked at each other and made eye contact, ready to send a representative to speak up and refuse.

Unfortunately, Qi Xingchen didn't give a shit about them, taking off his clothes and clapping his hands, "Okay, focus, let's break down the first eight beats. First of all, one, two, three, four the first four beats are empty beats, the fifth beat, side head, finger than gun shape pointing to the camera ......"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he made his first starting move.

Seeing that there was no chance to refuse, the trainees could only give up the idea they had just had and harden their hearts to do the moves with him.

The movements were simple at the beginning, and the first four eight beats were quickly learned. The further they go, the more shocked the participants' expressions become.

The more they realized that this Starlight Observer really seemed to be teaching them and not for show.

The Starlight observer didn't watch the teacher's video, but broke down the moves very clearly, and apparently, like Bai Ye, had already learned the entire dance ahead of time.

And the strength and standard of the movement, even the angle of the arm lifting is not even close to the professional teacher, clean and sharp. the POP vibration is obvious, Wave, Robot swims with ease, and is by no means the entry level of the little chickens can do.

Much better than them, I have to say.

It's a match for any of the weaker dance students in Class A.

Convinced, the eight trainees began to look at Qi Xingchen in the mirror, and followed him carefully as he memorized his movements one by one.

Practice time always went by quickly, and after learning the first main song part, at 1:20, the other trainees in Class F shuffled into the practice room.

East a bunch of West a group, there are yawning, there are brushing the circle of friends, there is even a voice chat with friends, see the camera before hastily put away the phone.

Qi Xingchen retreated to the side and frowned, but didn't say anything. The cameras were in, and he had to save face for them.

The dance teacher stepped into the classroom at the right time, took the students to finish warming up first, and smiled, "Come on, let's review the two big sections in the morning."

Reviewing is not like a beginner's lesson, where you don't need to scrutinize one movement at a time, so she counts the beats very quickly, about 0.5 times slower than the tempo of the theme song.

The hard part is that after one review, it's amazing how few people can keep up with her.

"The three in the middle of the first row, the whole second row, and the two on the right of the third row are good, but the rest are not skilled enough," said the teacher, "Time is too tight, so I'll have to take you all from the beginning again. This time you must memorize whatever method you use, OK?"

"O--K--"

The trainees trailed off to answer.

Assured, the teacher once again breaks it down from the beginning.

But the situation was different from what she had imagined; most of them were not pumped up to memorize the moves carefully. There were even a few trainees poking their heads, talking to each other, and poking the second row of trainees in the back in a very disturbing manner:

"You're a fast learner, you have a great memory."

"Thanks. I have a mediocre memory and Mr. Ki took us to training at noon."

"Starlight Observer? He can dance?"

"Wu Qian!" shouted the teacher, pulling down her face, "Concentrate on your studies, if you want to chat wait until after class!"

Wu Qian immediately bowed and admitted his mistake, and when he saw the teacher continue teaching, he muttered something in a low voice.

This tantrum put the F class on edge for a while as the morning moves were reviewed and moved on to teaching new moves.

A thin murmur of voices resounded in the practice room again.

Qi Xingchen was sitting next to the cameraman on the left, and could clearly see an expression of frustration and intolerance slowly appearing on the instructor's face.

--But she didn't dare to reprimand the trainees too much, what if any of the trainees had fans and scolded her after the program aired?

She could only hold herself back.

"Sorry to interrupt."

A male voice came from her left, and the teacher turned to see Qi Xingchen standing up. Qi Xingchen first nodded to her in apology and inquired, "Can you give me five minutes?"

"Could be."

"Thanks." Qi Xingchen thanked her and walked over to her teacher.

The cameraman heard that his tone was not good and quickly adjusted the focal length and pulled it into a close-up of his upper body. Qi Xingchen's fair and poreless face immediately appeared in the camera.

"After lunch today, I went to each class to take a look around. 6 people in class A, all in the practice room; 15 people in class B, 13 in the practice room; 18 people in class C, 14 in the practice room; 20 people in class D, 13 in the practice room. And our class, 29 people ......"

Qi Xingchen's voice is low, "Guess how many people are in the practice room."

There was silence at the bottom and no one made a sound.

"Eight people, only eight people," Qi Xingchen raised his volume steeply, "not even half of 29."

He was young, his status wasn't considered a mentor, and the F class trainees, who had no fear of him, hadn't been paying much attention to him.

At this moment, when they heard him lash out, they all froze in place in fear, staring forward with wide eyes.

Qi Xingchen looked straight back at them, "Yes, the first rating to class F belongs to the worst start, representing a high probability that you will be eliminated, I understand your thoughts ...... But are you willing to leave like this?"

"Entered the group with the expectations of the company and family, shared the camera with eighty-eight people, and ended up being cut in post to show only two or three sides ......"

"It may not be a month before the audience forgets you were ever on this stage - are you willing to do that?"

These words were not pleasant to hear and almost perfectly poked their hearts. The trainee closest to Qi Xingchen lowered his head, and the faces of the trainees in the back row gradually turned red.

"The reason why the program group designed the first two rounds without eliminating the contestants is to give the audience more chances to get to know you, and to give you the opportunity to improve yourselves, canvass for yourselves, and fight for advancement to the next round," Qi Xingchen paused, "Unfortunately, today, I only saw eight of you grasped it I'm sorry to say that I only saw eight people take advantage of it today, but they're good people."

"And for the rest of you, I don't know what you're going to do about it, and I only have one thing left to say."

He took a deep breath and swept his eyes over the four rows of trainees one by one, "I believe that each and every one of you came here to participate in the talent show with a desire for the stage. The stage is big, beautiful, and bright, and while it's only half a day later, you guys work hard, and you might still have time to stand on it."

"I'll stay and practice with you guys tonight at the end of class at eight. Feel free to leave if you want to go back to your dorms, and if you want to practice, I'll do my best to answer all your questions."

"That's all I have to say, I'm sorry to bother you teacher, please continue with your lesson."

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Qi Xingchen left the practice room without looking at the trainees' reactions.

Turning into the bathroom, he braced his hands on the sink, only then realizing he was breathing heavily and his heart was clogged.

How could anyone easily pass up the opportunity to go to a brighter place than the darker years of the vaudeville troupe?

The light is just ahead, within reach, so why not strive for it?

He turned on the faucet and filled it with several handfuls of water. The cold feeling in his stomach was much calmer, and he dried his mouth as he slowly paced back to F class.

Perhaps the trainees were intimidated by him, and this afternoon there was no more loose discipline or cross talk.

The teacher announced the end of the class at eight o'clock. Before he left, he whispered "hard work".

"You work harder," Qi Xingchen shook his head and watched the teacher go out, then said to the trainees, "You guys go eat, I'll wait here until nine, and if there's no one at nine I'll leave too."

After speaking, he pulled up WeChat and sent a message to An Ran: [I'll stay a little longer, you and Uncle Qin don't wait for me, go back to the hotel first].

Putting away his cell phone, he looked up, only to find all the trainees maintaining the same formation they had just been in, not moving a muscle, and looking at him blearily.

"Qi, Mr. Qi ......" Wu Qian stumbled, "The movements in the chorus part this afternoon were so difficult, we didn't learn them, can you take us to practice a few more times?"

Qi Xingchen was stunned.

"It won't take you long, you tell us the essentials and we'll take care of the rest!"

"......"

Qi Xingchen rubbed the tip of his nose and took off his jacket, "What are you looking at me for, play music!"

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Class D is teaching at a faster pace than Class F. We have learned all the dance moves today, and tomorrow we will consolidate for another half day before switching to voice lessons.

At 8:30, Bai Ye arranges for the elected squad leader to lead the trainees in practice. He wanted to see if Qi Xingchen had left before he left and found the F class practice room.

Pushing open the door, only to see a room full of big lads stretching their arms, stomping their legs, wailing, the effect is comparable to a group of demons dancing.

In the midst of the flailing swarm, the man he was looking for was clutching his arms, tracksuit top tied around his waist, weaving in and out of the cadets, his voice on the verge of collapse:

"What's the point of flapping your arms when you use your big arms to drive your little arms when you Wave? You're not a white swan!"

"The waist collapses down and down again ...... Yeah that's it, don't be afraid of the pain, just get used to it haha!"

"The previous action is not finished, do not rush to do the next, panic which can not do in place. Practice the two movements separately before considering the articulation problem, do you think the audience can't see that you are paddling?"

"Yo, nice splits ...... What? You said you didn't do the splits? Then how come your legs are so wide apart? Take it back!"

The trainee who was pointed out not only didn't get angry, but also laughed quite happily, coaxing Qi Xingchen while adjusting the posture according to what he said.

The house is a happy place ...... Maybe it would be a little better if it smelled less like sweat.

Bai Ye covered his nose, his eyes following Qi Xingchen as he walked around, and after almost five minutes, a sharp-eyed practitioner blurted out, "Mr. Bai, Mr. Bai!"

"...... Hmm?" Qi Xingchen subconsciously turned his head.

The line of sight touched the door of the long standing person, immediately dropped his arms, stand at attention, put away the "teeth and claws" face.

"Class D is over?" Qi Xingchen asked Bai Ye obediently.

"Nope, I had the squad leader take them to practice," Bai Ye raised an eyebrow, "How long do you need."

"I can't say, they're poorly grounded, so I'll pick up the details with them."

"Okay," Bai Ye stepped away from his long legs, "then I'll accompany you to teach them as well."

At that, the screams of the F class crowd nearly toppled the roof!

They didn't expect Bai Ye to fight for Qi Xingchen himself.

It's not an exaggeration to say that a small percentage of this room is filled with Night Sky or Roadrunner fans.

It's just so much fun to get up close and personal with your favorite stars, right?

Bai Ye is always a man of action and does what he says he's going to do, starting from the first row and instructing each one.

Qi Xingchen doesn't mind if he doesn't eat, but he doesn't want Bai Ye to starve. Luckily, An Ran insisted on not leaving, so he took An Ran and ran to buy boxed lunches for the D and F classes.

Class F had the largest practice room, and when the meal was brought back, Bai Ye called the people from Class D to Class F, and a bunch of them sat around in a big circle.

After handing out the boxed lunches, Wu Qian across from Bai Ye took a look at Bai Ye's lunchbox, then looked at his own, and scratched the back of his head: "Hey, Mr. Bai Ye's lunchbox is so high-class, it's different from ours."

The man next to him elbowed him in the face: "Can a teacher's meal be the same as ours? Stop eating your food."

"But, but Mr. Qi is the same as us ...... The dishes are all the same, broccoli, cabbage, shredded pork with fish, braised pork. Mr. Park's one is quinoa, steak, can't see the rest ...... Oh, there are prawns!"

"Hiss ...... You're right, really yay."

The sound of their conversation was loud enough to reach Bai Ye's ears, who glanced sideways at the little fan.

Holding her lunchbox in her hands, the little fan took her butt and stomped her feet on the ground, instantly switching to a position with her back to him.

Bai Ye couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Three minutes later, a hand reached out from Qi Xingchen's waist. Before he could see what Bai Ye had in his hand, two large, shiny shrimp had already appeared in his lunchbox.

Class D & Class F: "Yo Yo Yo!"