No. 1, Wanshou Temple Road, Haidian District, Imperial City, yes! It’s just a house number, there is no courtyard.
This house number belongs to the main entrance of Imperial Dance Academy, also known as the South Gate. It is the main building composed of a spectrum line connecting two orange and blue artistic fonts "d".
On the cement floor outside the south gate, a group of girls uniformly dressed in printed short-sleeved cultural shirts and jeans from the Imperial Dance Academy formed a circle.
Surrounded by them in the center of the circle is a high-power mobile stage speaker, and Yan Qing, who is sitting on top of the speaker, wearing a sweater and hood, gesticulating with his hands, and accompanying the explanation.
Shao Qing, Zhou Peipei, Miao Miao, and Zhang Yameng were chatting outside. Next to them were three cameramen from the "Talent Co., Ltd." program team.
"Sister Qing, do you still remember what we talked about before? Qing...Brother Qing said that he would write a song for me, but I didn't expect that he actually wrote one. After you made the call last night..."
With a bit of pride in her eyebrows, Miao Miao gently pulled the cuffs of Shao Qing's silk shirt. She complained to Yan Qing in a sweet voice: "He took Lao Zhang and me to the practice room and recorded for half an hour, going back and forth.
Just those two words."
"Today's song was sung by the two of you. Does it sound good?"
Glancing at Mr. Miao who couldn't hide his joy, Shao Qing moved his gaze curiously to Zhang Yameng's face.
Seeing Lao Zhang's listless look, Miao Miao said coquettishly on Shao Qing's behalf: "Lao Zhang, why are you standing there so stunned?"
"Xiao Miao...I was brainwashed by Brother Qing..."
After Zhang Yameng explained, she opened her mouth and sang: "Lie down here and kill the black-bone chicken!"
Just like a grand prize for human confusion, Miao Miao in Shao Qing's eyes was like a conditioned reflex after being stimulated, activating some kind of muscle memory. She soon sang in sync with Zhang Yameng: "That little turtle on the roadside.
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The pronunciation of Miao Miao and Lao Zhang was very strange, completely unlike any common foreign language Shao Qing had ever heard.
Although it is just a female acapella duet without accompaniment, you can hear the magical melody and the lyrics are very brainwashing.
Soon Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei were filled with these words:
"That little turtle on the roadside / What a big stomach it has
Lie here/kill the black-bone chicken
Brother comes with whiskey
Lie here/Kill the black-bone chicken"
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"At this level, at this level, at this level, let me contact Principal Zou Yingling to recruit twenty-four top contestants from the Cradle Dance Troupe of their Imperial Dance Academy..."
As expected of Shao Qing, she quickly broke free. She glared at Yan Qing who was not far away and continued to complain:
"Oh, Yan Qing's original words are: Give me some majors such as stage drama, ballet, folk dance, classical dance, and national standard dance. Where does he get the confidence? Our Brother Qing is not inflated, right?"
"That's not the case. I actually heard the finished effect made by Qingqing using the Kubass app on the pad this morning. Except for the fact that the lyrics were a bit confusing..."
When the protector regained consciousness, Zhang Yameng stopped her magical singing and retorted firmly: ""Seve" can definitely be considered the kind of electronic music-style dance music that has the potential to break out of the music industry."
Shao Qing rolled his eyes: "Lao Zhang, you were brainwashed by Yan..."
"How can there be..." Zhang Yameng was waiting to argue again.
"Uncle Mo Ran, Brother Qing and the others are about to start."
The soft and waxy meow words interrupted the friendly exchange between the two of them. Miao Miao called out to Mo Ran, but she jumped down from the top of the speaker with her hand pointed. She stood in the center of the circle in a very relaxed state, waving to this side.
Yan Qing.
"...Um...Mr. Miao, I'm really only twenty-six years old this year."
Mo Ran put down the camera on his shoulder and firmly corrected Miao Miao's title. A large dazzling white light on his forehead reflected towards the three girls.
Fortunately, Tan Sen from the camera crew has been paying attention to the situation at Yan Qing's side. Before Miao Miao could finish her words, he had already entered the circle with a camera.
Yan Qing's camera sense is absolutely top-notch, and he has always attributed it to his innate talent.
Here Tan Sen has just turned on the camera in his hand, and over there he has already fine-tuned his stance for the camera and continues to explain and encourage:
"As I said just now, the style of this dance is a little weird, but you are all professional dancers selected from the best of the Imperial Dance Academy, so you should be able to get started soon. Professor Weng... Professor Weng has a class at two o'clock in the afternoon. We still have
There are a lot of scenes to shoot, everyone, please do your best."
While speaking, along with slight body movements, Yan Qingni used his camera sense and glanced at Weng Huaijing unconsciously.
Weng Huaijing, who was also wearing orange short-sleeves, jeans, canvas shoes and a ponytail, blended perfectly into a group of female junior and senior students.
The girls in the camera lens are all full of youthful vitality and have a perfect girlish look.
It’s just that...the same style of jeans was worn by someone in a routine manner as cropped pants, and the faint rosemary scent...all of this deeply betrayed Professor Weng who was mixed in.
"It's not perfect, Rosemary, classic cropped pants, and...the buzzing expression is a little cooler..."
Taking a deep breath and feeling the pleasure in his body, Yan Qing was secretly having fun, but the explanation he then started was coherent and smooth: "I divided the whole dance into eight sections, each section has eight beats."
"Everyone just needs to memorize the steps. You can freestyle the movements of your hands. I'll break down the movements first."
As Yan Qing spoke, he waved to the dancers around him to come closer to him.
The girls all came closer, only Weng Huaijing remained motionless, but her eyes remained firmly locked on Yan Qing.
"Let's first break down the steps of the first section. I call it the ghost step in place, or it can also be called the classic ghost step."
"One, two"
Yan Qing raised his right foot and stepped forward. At the same time, his left foot quietly padded back with only the toes on the ground.
"Three, four"
Lifting his left foot, Yan Qing stepped forward again. Likewise, his right foot only touched the ground on its toes and silently padded backwards.
"That's it. It looks like... I took two steps forward, but in fact I didn't move. I stayed in the same place. Do you understand?"
Yan Qing kept confirming patiently until all the girls around him gave positive responses, then he started to teach slowly: "The last four shots are the same, but the order of the kicks is different."
After the complete eight-step demonstration of the first movement was completed, a strange color flashed in Weng Huaijing's eyes.
"Let's do it a few more times and speed it up appropriately."
Yan Qing put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. With a group of professional dancers watching, he started walking in place like a spacewalk, and his speed became faster and faster.
"Okay, everyone understands. Let's try changing the direction of our steps and repeat this action."
Yan Qing no longer only steps forward, but instead steps forward to the right of the body with the first four shots, and steps forward to the left with the last four shots combined with a turning movement.
As Yan Qing's pace became faster and his movements became more complex, the girls' eyes lit up one after another.
Especially after Yan Qing raised his hands, he followed the rhythm of his steps and casually performed a breaking movement common in hip-hop.
Even Weng Huaijing had a flash of surprise in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed by her.