Although Xiangjing University has a strong academic atmosphere, it has become the target of competition among many students because it is too famous.

Over the past decade and twenty years, the reform tide has been rising and falling. Powerful senior officials and wealthy business giants have tried every means to stuff people into it. The scores are not enough to supplement it, which has caused the overall quality of college students to decline. "Low-level talents" like Tao Qiang and Senior Jiang are also swaggering and mixed in the campus.

Chen Huayao naturally understood the joints, smiled indifferently, and ignored them.

Seeing the opportunity, Yang Chao quickly handed Chen Huayao a cigarette: "Classmate, that senior Jiang is not a good person. You must be careful in the future. I wanted to beat him just now, but I didn't get the chance. That face makes people angry."

"Really? Then I'll call him back, Senior Jiang shouldn't have gone far." Chen Huayao smiled.

Yang Chao waved his hand in a hurry and generous manner: "Forget it, what are you calculating about with that kind of person?"

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the 2012 Freshman Arts and Arts Performance was held as scheduled.

The school's No. 2 auditorium was full of seats that could accommodate more than 2,000 people, and even the corridors and emergency passages were crowded with people, surrounded by people.

After a red heart danced to the motherland, four hosts, two men and two women, were welcomed. After some hard practice, they were used to the big scenes. They were generous in the spotlight on the stage, and spoke with the words of Zhu Jun and Dong Qing.

Next was a girl who sang solo in the suburbs of Beijing. She had a cheap off-shoulder long skirt that almost tripped the corner of the skirt when she went on stage, but she used "I was tripped by your enthusiasm" to cover up her embarrassment.

Chen Huayao was always in the advantageous position in the middle of the third row and watched it with relish. The show was not exciting, but he enjoyed such an atmosphere. The actors performed hard on the stage, and the students cheered and shouted in the audience, showing off their youth, making him feel that he was more than four years younger.

"Class Chen Huayao!" Yang Chao sweated heavily and squeezed through the dense crowds behind him and shouted: "Everyone is looking for you. There is no phone number for your in the class address book. I have been hiding here for a long time. The students from the Broadcasting Academy are waiting, and Teacher Ji is very anxious!"

"What? Don't harass me about the wonderful process of examining the singing voices of female classmates." Chen Huayao pretended not to hear clearly what he was saying. At this time, a soprano who was older than Han Hong was singing the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau. When she sang the "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Yang Chao was anxious and squeezed over and grabbed him without saying a word, "We agreed on a competition with the national dance class, in the physical room of the west campus. Don't watch it here. There will be videos on campus bbs the next day, and the angle will be clearer."

“Can the video compare to the atmosphere on the scene?”

Yang Chao said with a bitter face: "Boss, don't play with me anymore. The dozens of female classmates in the national dance class who are slim like models and beautiful as movie stars can compare with Han Hong? There are also contestants they recommended to participate in the competition. The waists are softer than those of the water snake, their faces are more upright than Reis Kareem, and their light figure is really good to dance on their palms."

Chen Huayao's half-closed eyes lit up suddenly: "Really?"

"Then there is still a falsehood? Come with me!"

The body room of Xiangjing University is located in the West Campus. It is located on the third floor of the gymnasium, with an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters, comparable to the size of a synagogue. The walls are covered with bright mirrors and neat floors, and hundreds of seats are around it. Some large indoor gymnastics competitions will even be held here.

Chen Huayao had just stepped into the door and had not had time to observe the beauty, but was scolded by Ji Xiaoqing, a counselor who had been waiting for a long time: "Why are you so late for so long and have no phone calls? Are you not as good as our class? Or are you afraid of wanting to be a deserter?"

After careful dressing up at night, Ji Xiaoqing changed into a light blue dress, a bow tied around her waist, and her long legs wrapped in thin black stockings, adding a sexy attraction. The looming Lancome perfume always stimulated Chen Huayao's nose.

"Where is it! Sister, you really misunderstood me." Chen Huayao seemed to be greatly wronged. "After the meeting, I immediately returned to the dormitory for hell-style special training, practiced basic skills, and learned dance steps with international advanced level. I vowed to use my best efforts to win glory for the class. Until now, I have never eaten a bite of food."

The counselor's face was covered with a layer of frost, and his tone was also very stern: "I don't care what excuses you have, go and prepare now! Don't let the students in the dance class laugh at us!"

The students from Class 2 of the Sociology Department all sat in the seat on the left, with about 30 people, and the rest were participating in the art performance and did not come back.

Tulips were wearing a refreshing ponytail and sat on the edge, looking forward to seeing Chen Huayao's figure, and shouted: "Chen Huayao, hurry up, we have been waiting for you for a long time!"

This call immediately attracted everyone's attention.

The students in the Department of Sociology couldn't help but feel ashamed, and even the laughter was much lower. The damn Chen Huayao was still the big beach shorts, hard wooden clogs, and a scoundrel-like temperament, just like a pig killer in the vegetable market.

On the contrary, if you look at the dance class opposite, there were twenty or thirty people, most of them were girls and five or six boys. They were all slender and well-proportioned. They were dresses, long skirts, tights, lace dance shoes, and colorful like peacocks spreading their tails and competing for beauty. Compared with Chen Huayao, the gap was as obvious as Ferrari and tractors.

Tao Qiang, who was sitting in two places next to Tulip, turned dark red like a pig's liver, and said to himself: "This is the best way to make a big ugly appearance in front of my Xiangxiang, I'm afraid you won't go to the front page of bbs on campus tomorrow."

"Xiaoqing, is this a contestant in your class? It doesn't look very good." A 23 or 24-year-old woman said to Ji Xiaoqing, with a joking look on her face.

Ji Xiaoqing's face turned red and she forced herself to smile and said, "Even such a player can defeat your class."

"Oh, then I want to see what the nerd in Class 2 of the Sociology Department should defeat us. Do you want to explore the psychology of society while dancing?" The woman smiled even stronger.

Ji Xiaoqing said: "Anyway, we won't lose, you can wait and see."

The woman's name is Wei Hong, a counselor of the 2012 dance class of the Art Department of the School of Radio and Media. The two were originally students of the same high school and had been together for three years.

Ji Xiaoqing has a cute and kind personality and is very popular among school boys. She usually receives love letters thicker than Wei Hong. Whether it is Valentine's Day or Women's Day, the chocolates Ji Xiaoqing receives always fills the entire table. Although Wei Hong can also get sharing, she feels uncomfortable as she eats it.

Why are the differences between girls?

Later, I was admitted to university at the same time, graduated at the same time, and became a counselor at the same time. There was no place for any intersection. But the military training opportunity that day, and the training places of the two classes were very close. Wei Hong took the opportunity to propose to compete. It has been seven years, so he has to win once! What is it? It's better than dancing. Don't you dare? Then are you afraid of me?

How could Ji Xiaoqing admit defeat in front of her old classmates who were inferior to her everywhere? She immediately agreed when she felt hot. Afterwards, she realized that she was trapped and could not be saved. She asked me to admit defeat to her. That was impossible. She received so many love letters than me!

So this became a bizarre dance competition. The dance class invited Sociology Department class to dance, and could laugh at other people's big teeth when they said it.

While the two girls were fighting, Yang Chao quickly dragged the local bun Chen Huayao into the locker room.

The dance classmate let out a low sneer, as if he was slapping Ji Xiaoqing in the face. "I was going to slap him, but I didn't expect that the game would be over this time. He is not that material!"

But the dance teacher and judge who were still drinking tea leisurely between the two sides looked at each other, nodded slightly, and showed a hint of appreciation in their eyes.

Xiong Yunyun, a tutor at the Broadcasting Academy who participated in the 1999 International Youth National Dance Competition and won the Latin Dance Championship and directed some dances at the opening ceremony of the 2008 Beijing Olympics, was surprised and said to his teacher Zhou Xiaowei, "Such a talent actually goes to study sociology. Is there really no future in dancing?"

Zhou Xiaowei flipped through the list in her hand and replied: "Do you know that student?"

Xiong Yunyun shook her head and sighed, saying, "I haven't seen her before, but if she doesn't learn to dance, it's a waste of talent."

Zhou Xiaowei only has excellent theoretical knowledge, but her vision is actually a bit bad. She asked in confusion: "That figure? It's better to force it. The boys in our class are not worse than him."

"Look at him, his shoulders are wide and thin, his hands are long and his legs are long, and his walking posture is stable and light. From the elbows to the shoulders, from the knees to the ankles, as well as his waist, back, and neck, he showed a streamlined perfection from top to bottom. Every step he walked was so pleasing to the eye and was better than women. How could the boys in the national dance class have such good talent?" Xiong Yunyun became more and more jealous as she spoke, and wiped away the saliva from the corner of her mouth.

Zhou Xiaowei stretched her neck: "Is it that good?"

Xiong Yunyun said angrily: "As long as you practice hard after learning the basic skills, anyone can practice them well. But the body is a gift given by God innately, and no one can change it. For example, that classmate won half of the time before he won. If he trained under me for two years, he would at least get a sluggish international award. Such a person actually went to study sociology?"

Zhou Xiaowei couldn't help but nodded in approval.

Amid the crowd's discussion, Chen Huayao walked into the locker room. Ji Xiaoqing's face changed several times, and finally she couldn't help but follow her in.

The narrow and long space with a small area is opposite to it, with a large mirror, and behind it is a dazzling array of wardrobes, with various performance costumes hanging. The long dressing table is filled with cosmetics, masks, false eyelashes and clips, eyebrow pencils and other utensils. There are also two pairs of white pantyhose with a sour smell on the chair.

"Chen Huayao, what program are you preparing? Street dance, ballroom dance or ballet?" Ji Xiaoqing asked fiercely, her bow shaking slightly between her waist.

Chen Huayao spread his hands: "Just about to report to Teacher Ji, I was not prepared for anything, you forced me to come."

Ji Xiaoqing was so angry that she just wanted to turn her head away, but finally sat down dejectedly, waved her hand and said, "Forget it, just go up and twist it around and deal with it. I don't have hope for you at all."
Chapter completed!