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Rong Yuheng always felt that there was a slight threat in Wen Zezhen's words, but he quickly rejected it from the bottom of his heart-they had no grievances and no grudges, how could Wen Zezhen target him.

Thinking of this, Rong Yuheng regained his spirit, put on the arm of the former, with a sincere attitude, "I will work hard."

"..." Suddenly Wen Zexang had an illusion of bullying.

The lights around the stage dimmed, leaving only one beam falling from the top of the head and hitting the two embracing people. Under the bright and white light beam, you can even see the fine dust floating and hovering clearly.

They did not look at each other, both of them tilted their heads in the same direction, their chins were slightly raised, arrogant as a king patrolling the territory.

In the judges' seat, Jin Zhiyao couldn't help but shine—

Two beautiful boys, too seductive!

On the online video, the barrage was cleared for a few seconds, and everyone held their breath, waiting for Wen Zezhen's rare dance show.

There is Wen Zezong on the stage this time, and they can no longer accompany them backstage. As soon as the music sounded, several lights spread out from the center to the two sides.

At the same time, their feet moved.

Tuck your abdomen, take a step, cut your legs. The lively jumping background music set off the two sharp-edged figures on the stage. Wen Zezheng's footsteps are steady, his eyes are like broken bamboo, he turned back shoulders and turned with a sense of calmness, abruptly jumping out of a sense of high-level.

On the other hand, Rong Yuheng, with the background music, he seemed to have put wings on his dream, and his whole person drifted with his soul...

His "gone" is really the physical "gone".

No matter how steady and composure Wen Zezhen is, Rong Yuheng can leap and toss on his side with his arm, and even put his leg on the waist of the latter to spin around.

Qiao Tan, "Hahahahahahaha!"

Qiao Tan felt that although Wen Zezhen looked unsmiling, he had a very good heart, and he didn't throw Rong Yuheng out like this.

After a moment of silence, the barrage also seemed to erupt as a volcano:

"Hahahahahahahaha I burst into laughter!"

"I was jealous of this player, but now I choose to sympathize with Wen Zezong!"

"Hahahahahaha, the key is that they both danced differently, and they both danced so seriously and were drunk..."

"My brother has been innocent for more than 20 years, and since then I also have black material/doge..."

After the song was finished, Wen Zezheng supported Rong Yuheng's lower back, and the latter fell obediently, pointing one leg high in the sky!

Pose fixed it for three seconds, and the performance ended. Wen Zezhen raised his palm, and Rong Yuheng took advantage of his strength to support it. The two stood still, their chests rising and falling slightly, and both of them panted.

Rong Yuheng's panting was mainly exhausting. He was spinning and jumping on the stage, and he also circled the human body. The physical exertion was too great.

Wen Zezhen is different, he was mainly caught.

Rong Yuheng's leg was clamped around his waist and turned around. If he hadn't been physically strong, he might have lost his breath now.

Song Tang applauded first, "Wonderful and wonderful..." He couldn't help but smile after he finished speaking, and then restrained his expression with restraint, "Thank you, our teacher Wen, and thank you No. 13 contestant Rong Yuheng. Please step down and rest. Right."

Wen Zezhen nodded, and was about to lift a step when he saw the young man beside him bowed to him, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Ms. Wen has good stamina, it's really exciting to dance!"

Qiao Tan didn't think it was too much to see the excitement, and joked, "Mr. Wen is already not a few years older than you kids, but it's just becoming famous."

Jin Zhiyao was inexplicably felt by the connotation of the phrase "good physical strength", and he smiled with his lips pursed.

The scene at the scene just caught her, and the barrage was full of joy:

"Jin's smile is my current smile."

"It seems that I'm not the only one who thinks that'good physical strength' is terrible, this player is really funny TMD..."

However, neither party was aware of it. After stepping down, Rong Yuheng returned to the previous waiting hall. As soon as he came out, almost half of the players in the hall turned their eyes to him.

Zou Yi ran over holding his hat with a shocked face, "You...you did a tango with the actor!"

Rong Yuheng took the hat and thanked him, then asked, "How do you know?"

"After you got up, I turned on my phone and watched the live broadcast. Damn... you are really awesome."

Rong Yuheng received the compliment and reciprocated, "Fortunately, you are also very good at grabbing the ground with your head."

Zou Yi reluctantly resisted the wording of the former, shook his head and explained, "This is not the same kind of awesome, I am technical, you are..." He searched the wording in his mind.

"Destructive."

"..."

After confirming that he passed the primary election, there is no need for Rong Yuheng to stay here and wait for the result. After bidding farewell to Zou Yi, he returned to his temporary residence-the villa of dog friend Lu Minghuan.

Lu Mingxuan had been waiting at the gate early, and when he saw Rong Yuheng yelling, he rushed up with a thunder hammer.

"Fuck, you can actually dance tango! How dare you dance tango! You still dare to pull Wen Zexang to dance tango!"

Rong Yuheng watched Lu Minghuan helplessly as if he was tolerating a mentally retarded man.

After the latter had enough vent, the two calmed down and exchanged ideas that belonged to the human category.

Lu Mingxuan led Rong Yuheng into the house, "When did you learn Tango? My friend hasn't seen you perform for us for so many years."

Rong Yuheng was silent for two seconds, "Why should I perform this kind of thing for you?"

"...Also."

Rong Yuheng took off his shirt as he entered the living room, his beautifully-lined shoulder blades shrugged twice, and the exposed back light was clean and flexible.

"It's too hot, I'll take a shower first."

"Go ahead, I ordered a takeaway, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"Don't be too dry, I'm thirsty."

"to make."

After a while, Rong Yuheng took a shower and changed his clothes. The two had eaten takeout together, and Lu Ming slumped on the sofa searching for information about sea elections.

"You're really lucky. It happened that Wen Zezheng came to deliver the phone and danced with him. Now it's spread all over Weibo."

Rong Yuheng's expression was shy, but his eyes were full of shamelessness, "It's okay, it's okay, it's worth it."

Lu Ming closed his eyes fiercely, not wanting to see his face, "You haven't said when you learned tango, and you can still sing bel canto."

"When I was studying abroad, I taught in music classes." Rong Yuheng felt tired when he said this. "I am really a Buddha, and our school is too strict. No matter the professional courses or elective courses are watered, I chose Tango and Bel Canto thought it could skip class because of the unpopularity."

"Little idiot, there are too many people in popular classes to escape."

Rong Yuheng lowered his head and wiped tears, complaining to himself, "I'm still too innocent..."

If the first test is passed, a short message will be sent the next day.

In the second round of assessment, all players who pass the preliminary rounds must participate in a two-month training camp, and they will continue to be eliminated and selected during the training process.

"At least there is no need to worry about accommodation." Rong Yuheng turned his head and said to Lu Mingxuan, "I will leave for City C in three days. The next meeting will be two months later."

Lu Mingxuan came over and glanced at the message, "Isn't two months the total duration?"

Rong Yuheng felt that Lu Mingxuan really didn't understand him, and wasted their friends for so many years, and he was unwilling to give alms even such a little confidence. Really stingy.

"Fool, I won't be eliminated."

"Rong Yuheng." Lu Mingxuan called out suddenly and earnestly.

Rong Yuheng looked up at him, "Huh?"

"Wen Zeleng's arm strength is very good, isn't it?"

"what?"

"A tango made you float to the present."

"..."

Rong Yuheng felt tired of not loving him. Not only did this grandson not believe in himself, he also attacked him personally. He was too lazy to explain, he just turned around to pack his luggage, and planned to go to training camp in a few days.

After the first primary election, Rong Yuheng already has a small wave of fans on the Internet who have been followed by him.

After all, the high-value and funny entertainers are really treasures of the entertainment industry, not to mention that he is fat enough to hold the actor's waist in circles.

"You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers." Lu Ming couldn't bear to be lonely, Rong Yuheng ignored him, he could make a compelling voice alone, "You dare to be on the same stage as Wen Zezheng. , Aren’t you afraid of being torn apart by his fans?"

Rong Yuheng sighed, "This is a society ruled by law."

At most verbal criticism.

As Lu Mingxuan said, the power of the fan group should not be underestimated for top traffic like Wen Zezheng.

However, unexpectedly, this time Wen Zezheng was forced to open business. Except for a few people who whispered "Is the 13th enthusiastic about our brother Zong", the reaction of the rest of the fans was unexpectedly good, and some even publicly thanked Rong. Yu Heng.

"If it weren't for this brother, I wouldn't have been able to see the beautiful scenes of our tango dancing in my life."

"Although Brother Zong didn't **** his butt, I imagined the scene for a moment. I was laughed at, thank you."

"There is no need for conspiracy theories. Most of the audition has been conducted, and many people are beginning to get tired of aesthetics. At this time, there must be a hot spot. Teacher Qiao also proposed to join the stage to adjust the atmosphere."

Then someone from several big fan groups uttered a reminder,

"Don't attack the amateur players! Our ‘Thousand Layer’ must maintain the position of the high-quality fan group in the entertainment industry. If the other party has done nothing wrong, don’t bring the rhythm, otherwise it will discredit Brother Yun."

"That's right, the little brother on the 13th is quite cute. We can praise the'Millennium', but we can't curse, lest others say that we are small."

Wen Zezheng's fan group is called "Thousand Layers", with the homophonic "Qianzheng". The main character became famous early, and his reputation in the industry is also good. In addition, he rarely interacts with fans. It depends on his works to accumulate popularity. There are also agents in the fan club to maintain order, so Wen Zezheng's fans are basically sensible fans.

Outsiders in the fan club’s conversations have no way of knowing it, but mixed comments on Weibo still remain.

Online comments Rong Yuheng has always been indifferent, but Lu Minghuan turned the hot search and worried, "You should be careful when you go to the training camp this time. Among the players who passed the initial test, although your voice is not high, your popularity is not low. Don’t be jealous."

Rong Yuheng pursed his small mouth, "Blame me for being so beautiful."

Lu Ming choked for a while, and then said earnestly, "You owe you, and you want to be the first bird. I heard that some people in the circle can do anything to make your debut. If someone targets you..."

"It's okay." Rong Yuheng retracted his small mouth and drew the gentle and smooth piece of Guanyin jade from the collar of his shirt.

Lu Ming's eyes constricted, "Are you praying for Buddha's blessing again?"

Rong Yuheng shook his head lightly, "It is better to help yourself."

He raised his chin and looked into the distance. The bright light of the crystal lamp above his head was reflected on his face, revealing a trace of piety and Buddhahood.

"I will save him."

"..."