After a difficult lunch, Xing Xing, who loved to have nosebleeds, quickly fled back to the practice room.
He couldn't exercise immediately after eating as it was easy to hurt his stomach. The program team scheduled the first class in the afternoon at 1: 30 pm.
Most of the 29 students in Class F went back to the dormitory to rest. There were only seven or eight people in the practice room, repeatedly memorizing the movements in front of the mirror.
Qi Xingchen turned around and left the practice room. He went to Class A next door to take a look.
There were six students in Class A, and all of them were present.
Therefore, the reason why some trainees ended up in Class F was not just a matter of talent or late entry.
He went to the other classes to take a look and returned to Class F's practice room. After observing for a while, he walked to the middle of the trainees and asked, "Have you recorded the teacher's video?"
The eight trainees didn't expect him to speak. They were stunned for a moment before answering, "Yes."
"Play it," Qi Xingchen said. "I'll learn it with you."
Everyone took out their phones. Qi Xingchen took the first phone that was handed to him and looked at it.
There were only videos of the teacher's demonstration and no explanation.
The others were the same. When the teacher explained, they were all focused on learning and didn't have time to record a video.
"β¦ Forget it, put it away." Qi Xingchen had a headache. "Don't look at the video, I'll break down the movements for you."
Hearing him say this, the trainees were even more surprised.
Breaking down the movements?
Looking at his resume since his debut, he acted in two or three supporting roles in web dramas, participated in a popular variety show, officially announced a star drama that hadn't been aired yet, accepted the endorsement of a brand of perfume β¦
After that, he came to "My Time".
None of the activities related to singing or dancing.
So β¦ did he know how to dance???
Could it be that he was blindly dancing to show off in front of the camera?
The eight of them didn't have a good foundation to begin with. Three days was very, very tight for them.
They didn't want to waste even a second to accompany Xing Guang's observer.
The eight trainees looked at each other, communicated with their eyes, and prepared to send a representative to reject him.
Unfortunately, Qi Xingchen didn't care about them at all. He took off his clothes and clapped his hands. "Okay, focus. Let's break down the first eight beats.
First, one, two, three, four, the first four shots are empty shots. The fifth shot, tilt your head and point your finger at the camera β¦ "
As soon as he finished speaking, he made the first move.
Seeing that they had no chance to refuse, the trainees could only give up on their previous thoughts and bite the bullet to follow his movements.
The movements at the beginning were simple, and the first four octaves were quickly learned.
As time went on, the students became more and more shocked.
The more they thought about it, the more they realized that this Xing Guang observer really seemed to be teaching them and not just putting on a show.
He did not watch the teacher's video, but he was able to break down the movements very clearly. It was obvious that, like Bai Ye, he had already learned the entire dance in advance.
Moreover, the strength, accuracy, and even the angle at which he raised his arm were exactly the same as a professional teacher. It was clean and neat.
The vibrations of POP were obvious, and Wave and Robot handled it with ease. This was definitely not something that beginner noobs could do.
It had to be said that they were much stronger than them.
They could even compete with the students in Class A who were weak in dance.
The eight trainees were convinced. Only then did they begin to look at Qi Xingchen in the mirror and seriously follow his movements, memorizing them one by one.
Practice time always passed quickly. When they finished learning the first section of the theme song, it was 1: 20 pm. The other trainees in Class F entered the practice room slowly.
They were in groups. Some were yawning, some were browsing their WeChat Moments, and there was even one who was chatting with a friend through voice chat. They only hurriedly put away their phone when they saw the camera.
Qi Xingchen retreated to the side and frowned, but did not say anything.
The camera was there. He had to leave them some face.
The dance teacher entered the classroom right on time and led the students to warm up. She smiled and said, "Come, let's review the two sections in the morning."
Review was not like beginner's. There was no need to study each movement carefully, so she counted the beats very quickly. It was about 0.5 times slower than the rhythm of the theme song.
The uncomfortable thing was that after reviewing, not many people could keep up with her.
"The three in the middle of the first row, the two on the right of the second row, and the two on the right of the third row are not bad. The rest are not skilled enough," the teacher said. "Time is too tight. I can only take you from the beginning again.
This time, no matter what method you use, you have to remember it, okay? "
The trainees dragged out their words.
After getting a guarantee, the teacher broke them down from the beginning again.
However, the situation was different from what she had imagined. Most of them did not pay attention to carefully memorize the movements.
There were even a few trainees who stuck their heads out and poked the backs of the students in the second row.
"You learn so fast. Your memory is so good."
My memory is average. Teacher Qi took us to practice at noon. "
"Wu Qian!" The teacher pulled a long face and shouted, "Focus on your studies. If you want to chat, wait until after class!"
Wu Qian immediately admitted his mistake. Seeing the teacher continue teaching, he whispered something.
This outburst made Class F nervous for a while. After reviewing the movements in the morning, they entered the teaching of the new movements.
There was a small noise in the practice room again.
Qi Xingchen sat next to the cameraman on the left. He could clearly see that the teacher's face was slowly showing signs of grievance and unbearable emotions.
She did not dare to reprimand the trainees too much. What if one of the trainees had fans and scolded her after the program was broadcast?
She could only bear with it.
At this time, a male voice came from the left. The teacher turned around and saw Qi Xingchen standing up. He first nodded to her to express his apology and asked, "Can you give me five minutes?"
"Thank you." Qi Xingchen thanked him and walked to the teacher's side.
The cameraman could tell that his tone was not good. He quickly adjusted the focus and zoomed in on his upper body.
Qi Xingchen's fair face with no pores immediately appeared in the camera.
"After lunch today, I went to each class to take a look.
Class A has 6 people, all in the practice room; Class B has 15 people, 13 in the practice room; Class C has 18 people, 14 in the practice room; Class D has 20 people, 13 in the practice room.
As for our class, there are 29 people β¦ "
Qi Xingchen's voice was low. "Guess how many people are in the practice room."
The audience was silent. No one made a sound.
"8 people, only 8 people." Qi Xingchen suddenly raised his voice. "Not even half of 29 people!"
He was young and was not a teacher. The students of Class F were not afraid of him and did not pay much attention to him.
Now that they heard him angry, they were stunned and stared at him with their eyes wide open.
Qi Xingchen stared back at them. "Yes, being placed in Class F for the first time is the worst possible start. It means that you have a very high chance of being eliminated. I understand your thinking β¦ but are you willing to leave just like that?"
"You entered the crew with the expectations of your company and family, shared the camera with 88 people, and in the end, only showed two or three faces in the post-production β¦"
"Maybe in less than a month, the audience will forget that you were here. Are you willing to accept that?"
These words were not pleasant to the ears. They almost perfectly pierced their hearts.
The trainee closest to him lowered his head. The face of the person in the back row gradually turned red.
"The reason why the program team did not eliminate the contestants in the first two rounds was to give the audience more opportunities to get to know you. They wanted to give you the opportunity to improve yourselves, pull votes for yourselves, and fight for the opportunity to advance to the next round." Qi Xingchen paused. "Unfortunately, I only saw eight people who grasped the opportunity today. They are all good."
"As for the rest, I don't know what you plan to do. I only have one thing to say."
He took a deep breath and glanced at the trainees in the four rows. "I believe that each of you came here to participate in the talent show with a yearning to be on the stage.
The stage is big, beautiful, and bright. Take advantage of the fact that only half a day has passed. If you work hard, you might be able to stand on it in time. "
"Class ends at 8 o 'clock tonight. I will stay and practice with you.
Those who want to go back to the dorm can go. Those who want to practice, I will try my best to answer all your questions. "
"That's all I have to say. Sorry to disturb you, teacher. Please continue with your class."
After he finished speaking, Qi Xingchen did not look at the trainees' reactions and directly left the practice room.
He turned into the bathroom and placed his hands on the sink. Only then did he realize that his breathing was rapid and his heart was suffocating.
Compared to the dark days of the acrobatic troupe, how could anyone easily give up the opportunity to go to a bright place?
The light was right in front of him, within reach. Why not strive for it?
He turned on the tap and poured a few handfuls of water.
The cold feeling in his stomach calmed him down. He wiped the corners of his mouth and slowly walked back to F class.
Perhaps the students were intimidated by him, for the entire afternoon, there was no sign of disorderly discipline or whispering to each other.
In the blink of an eye, the hour hand reached 8 o 'clock. The teacher announced the end of class.
Before leaving, he whispered, "Thank you for your hard work."
"You have worked even harder." Qi Xingchen shook his head and watched the teacher leave. Then he said to the trainees, "You guys go eat. I will wait here until 9 o 'clock. If there is no one at 9 o' clock, I will leave too."
After he finished speaking, he opened WeChat and sent a message to An Ran: [I will wait for a while. You and Uncle Qin don't wait for me. Go back to the hotel first.]
Putting away his phone, he looked up and saw that all the trainees were still in the same formation as before. They were motionless and looking at him eagerly.
"Teacher, Teacher Qi β¦" Wu Qian stuttered. "The movements of the chorus in the afternoon were very difficult. We didn't manage to learn it. Can you take us to practice a few more times?"
"It won't take up too much of your time. Just tell us the main points and we will take care of the rest ourselves!"
Qi Xingchen rubbed the tip of his nose and took off his jacket. "Why are you looking at me? Play the music!"
The progress of D class was faster than F class. They had finished learning all the dance movements today.
After half a day of consolidation tomorrow, they could change to vocal music class.
At 8: 30, Bai Ye arranged for the selected class monitor to lead the trainees in training.
He wanted to see if Qi Xingchen had left before he left. He found F class's practice room.
When he opened the door, he saw the room full of young men stretching their arms, kicking their legs, and wailing. The effect was comparable to a group of demons dancing.
Among the dancing demons, the person he was looking for was crossing his arms. His sportswear was tied around his waist. He shuttled among the trainees and his voice was on the verge of collapse.
"When you wave, use your forearm to move your forearm. Why are you fanning your arms?
"Lower your waist, lower it β¦ Yes, that's it. Don't be afraid of pain. You will get used to it!"
"If you didn't finish the previous movement, don't rush to do the next one. You can't do anything in a hurry.
Practice two movements first and then think about the connection. Do you think the audience can't see that you are slacking? "
"Yo, the splits are quite good β¦ What?
You said you didn't do the splits?
Then why are your legs so wide apart?
The trainee who was pointed out was not angry. Instead, he smiled happily. He coaxed Qi Xingchen and adjusted his posture according to his instructions.
The room was a scene of joy and harmony β¦ It would have been better if the smell of sweat was less.
Bai Ye's eyes followed Qi Xingchen as he walked around. After about five minutes, a sharp-eyed trainee called out loudly, "Mr. Bai!"
"β¦ Yes?" Qi Xingchen turned his head subconsciously.
When he saw the tall person standing at the door, he immediately put down his arms and stood at attention. He put away his "baring fangs and brandishing claws" face.
"Is D class over?" he asked Bai Ye obediently.
"No, I asked the class monitor to teach them." Bai Ye raised his eyebrows. "How much longer do you need?"
"I can't say for sure. They have a weak foundation. I will be stingy with them."
"Okay." Bai Ye took a step forward. "Then I will teach them with you."
Hearing this, everyone in F class screamed and almost blew the roof off!
They did not expect Bai Ye to personally teach Qi Xingchen.
It was no exaggeration to say that half of the people in the room were fans of Night Sky and Passersby.
They were so happy to be able to be in close contact with their favorite star!
Bai Ye had always been a man of action. He did as he said and immediately started to guide them from the first row.
Qi Xingchen did not want to eat, but he did not want Bai Ye to go hungry.
Fortunately, An Ran insisted on staying. He took An Ran to buy lunch boxes for D and F classes.
The practice room of F class was the largest. After bringing back the food, Bai Ye called the students of D class to F class and they sat in a big circle.
After the lunch boxes were distributed, Wu Qian, who was sitting opposite Bai Ye, looked at Bai Ye's lunch box and then at his own. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Eh, Mr. Bai's lunch box is so high-end. It's different from ours."
The people next to him quickly elbowed him. "How can the teacher's lunch be the same as ours?
Just stop and eat your food! "
"But, but Mr. Qi's is the same as ours β¦ The dishes are the same. Broccoli, cabbage, shredded pork with garlic sauce, red braised pork.
Mr. Bai's is quinoa and steak. I can't see the rest clearly β¦ Oh, there are prawns! "
"Tsk β¦ You're right. It's really like that."
Their conversation was not soft and all of it went into Bai Ye's ears. Bai Ye looked sideways at the little fan.
The little fan held the lunch box and used his butt as an axis. His feet were on the ground, and his back was facing him.
Bai Ye could not help but laugh.
Three minutes later, a hand reached out to Qi Xingchen's waist.
Before he could see what was in the hand, two bright prawns appeared in his lunch box.