Male God is Chasing My Brother

Ch 8

The afternoon training was still a dance class. An Xumo has been with a new dance teacher and has been practicing solo solo recently. His understanding was very good, and his sense of coordination and rhythm was very good. Coupled with his down-to-earth attitude, only a few days after turning around, the new teacher gave him the same evaluation as before.

An Xumo has signed a contract with Jindian for less than a year, and his age is actually not the youngest among many trainees. But in terms of progress and results, he is undoubtedly one of the best among thousands of trainees. The other leaders who are close to him are those who have been signed for three or four years and have been internally designated as the captain of the new combination. Only An Xumo, who has progressed too quickly and exceeded the running-in speed of the combination, is Tang Tang. Picked it up alone.

Both dance and vocal music require long and hard work, and there is countless days and nights of sweat behind the smooth display. For artists, hard work is also an essential skill. Since Jindian began to expand the market for the younger generation, thousands of trainees have registered in Jindian each week. The appearance condition is only the first step in the screening. The real brutal and decisive elimination is accomplished silently in daily training.

Trainees in Jindian generally need to go through six courses, but after the first course ends, less than 10% of the people are willing to persist.

Those who can stay to the end have undergone rigorous training that no one else can imagine. But as in many areas, hard work can only raise the lower limit on the road to dance and vocal music. What really decides the upper limit is the talent that cannot be changed by manpower.

An Xumo's hard work is undoubted, but most of the evaluations he got are due to his talent.

An Xumo is like a pearl. At this time, the clam shell has not faded, but the eyesight has already seen the light on him.

Jindian practice area is centralized, and several dance rooms are also on the same floor. An Xumo thanked the teacher. After a brief shower, he left the dance room while thinking about what to eat at night. There were other trainees in the hallway who finished the course. An Xumo walked alone. The mobile phone in his pocket suddenly shocked. He reached out and felt it was his personal mobile phone.

The name on the screen made An Xumo startled again, and he couldn't help but stop. After tapping the palm on the pants twice, An Xumo raised his hand and carefully opened the call.

"Hey……?"

The opposite voice had not yet passed, and An Xumo was suddenly hit by the power coming from behind him. He was stunned, so that he could not help the door to fall down. An Xumo turned his head in surprise, but several people behind him shoved and pushed him directly into the room next to him.

"Well……!"

"Bumping" An Xumo slammed onto the wooden floor, and he felt dull with pain | snorted, the mobile phone in his hand also slipped out, and landed half a meter away from him.

"Well, why did our superstar fall and walk so carelessly?"

An Xumo, who was clearly ridiculed, sat up with his arm on his arm and looked up: "... Lu Yingtu?"

A total of seven people followed, and the last one closed the door of the idle dance studio backhand. An Xumo glanced and found that these people were all trainees who were waiting for Han Ming in the hall that day, and their expressions did not converge. Looking at this posture, it became clear that they had no intention.

Lu Yingtu smiled "Haha": "I didn't expect that the big star still remembered my name, I was really flattered."

An Xumo was a little unclear, so: "Something?"