After Transmigrating into a Book, I Have an Entire Family of Cannon Fodder

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"I, I'm going to the bathroom. You play first. Don't wait for me."

Qi Xingchen suddenly stood up, threw down a sentence, bowed his head and left the activity room.

Bai Ye looked at his back, frowned, and continued, "But my face is the position of the star. Brother Yang, you draw my hand."

Zheng Yuyang opened the lid of the pen. Bai Ye watched him finish painting and said, "If Wei Qin's face is allergic, have a good rest. Let's stop playing. Let's go and see the students' situation."

After saying that, Bai Ye took the lead in leaving the activity room and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

The thin man turned into the practice room and locked the door.

As expected, Class F was particularly scattered, and almost every group in the twelve groups had it. Fortunately, Qi Xingchen finished learning the remaining four songs after the recording, or he really couldn't guide them.

At 10:30 p.m., the students returned to Class F one after another. Qi Xingchen was afraid that they would stay up late to practice and couldn't keep up with their physical strength. He prepared porridge and vegetables early, stayed at the door, and came in and sent a copy by himself.

The assistant followed the shooting assistant holding the shrimp cake he gave him and said in a vague voice: "It's so late, the other tutors seem to have left. How long are you going to stay?"

Qi Xingchen didn't say the idea of preparing to accompany him until the end, or when it was broadcast, it was inevitable that someone would think that he was a show.

"Look at the situation," he said. "If there is nothing wrong with everyone, I'll go back to bed."

However, how can Class F be OK?

When I got the porridge, everyone was not in a hurry to eat it. They sat cross-legged against the wall one by one, as if they had not passed the make-up examination for five consecutive years.

Qi Xingchen was curious: "What's wrong? Tell me about it."

"... There's nothing to say," Wu Qian lowered his head. "Mr. Xiaoqi, you're right. We've delayed the team."

Qi Xingchen sighed. He thought that after giving them a preventive injection, their psychological gap would be smaller, but unfortunately, the children were still hit like this.

"In the current situation, mourning is the most useless emotion," Qi Xingchen said. "If you mourn for one more second, you will waste one second of time to practice and catch up with the progress of the army. Do you want to waste time blindly?

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"No!"

"I don't want to eat quickly!" Qi Xingchen clapped his hands and said harshly, "Eat quickly. After eating, get up and train!"

"..."

The students were stimulated by him. They swallowed the food and stood in line in front of the mirror.

Six songs, six sets of completely different dance movements. In order to show the diversity of music styles, the arranger covers almost all the current song elements. trap, r&b, blue, jazz...

In order to cooperate with the arrangement, the choreography is even more diverse. At the moment before the training began, the students of Class F were a little worried.

I'm not only worried that I can't learn, but also worried that if I ask a question, Mr. Xiaoqi will stop me. Being recorded by the camera in the practice room, it will have a bad impact on Mr. Xiaoqi.