Beautiful mother uses 18 martial arts to teach the whole network how to be a good person

"Crab, rabble", scattered applause suddenly broke out at the scene.

The screenwriters and assistant directors who were stunned by the dance and music came back to their senses, looked at Director Wang, whose eyes were shining and clapping, and started clapping as well.

"What is the name of this song?" Wang Mou asked curiously. He had never heard of this song before.

Han Bingbing handed the long flute to the assistant director who came forward and replied in a steady voice: "Qin Wang Pozhen Music."

Wang Mou nodded and said no more. Seeing this, others also started to give scores.

Ou Chen standing by had only two words in his mind - "crush"!!!

When Han Bingbing turned around to get the cloak, she whispered to Ou Chen who was nearby, "Come back to your senses, Ou Chen, come on."

Ou Chen looked at her deeply, took a few deep breaths, and tried hard to get rid of Han Bingbing's dancing figure from his mind.

"No. 39 Ou Chen."

Ou Chen took off his suit and walked forward steadily.

After seeing the words on the note clearly, she breathed a sigh of relief, "The girl welcomes the spring with dance."

She followed Han Bingbing's example and walked to the prop table and chose a prop peach blossom.

However, she did not choose to stand in the middle of the venue, but instead walked to the wall and sat with her legs tucked in.

As the flower branches fluttered, Ou Chen stretched out his arms and began to dance.

After Ou Chen stood up lightly as she danced and turned halfway, the audience only felt that the girl in the dance had a rosy face, charming eyes and a cheerful expression, as if she was spinning lightly among the falling petals of spring.

Suddenly, the girl stretched out the flower branch and climbed up with one hand. Her eyes turned into a loving look, as if she was holding a delicate flower bud in her hand, swaying it slowly.

Placing the branch gently on the ground, the girl yawned, stretched and bent her long legs, used her arm as a pillow, lay on her side next to the branch, and slightly closed her eyes.

Ou Chen stood up and bowed, "Dear directors, my performance is over."

One of the assistant directors nodded and asked, "Which dance troupe recommended you?"

Jin Chen pursed her lips and said, "I didn't join the dance troupe. Currently... I'm a variety show actor."

The assistant director who asked the question looked down at the resume again, nodded, and glanced at the assistant director.

The assistant understood and called the next person, "Number 40 Jiang Duoer."

Ou Chen quickly put down his props and walked to Han Bingbing, feeling annoyed.

The next moment, the back of her clenched left hand was gently patted by the person next to her. When she turned around, she saw Han Bingbing looking at her with indescribable warmth in his eyes.

Han and Ou, who were both saying "go back and wait for notification", walked downstairs one after the other. Han Bingbing, who was wearing sunglasses, tilted her head slightly and waved, "See you the day after tomorrow!"

Ou Chen suddenly caught up with her in two steps, "Sister Bingbing!"

Han Bingbing stopped and saw her lowering her head, holding the handle of her bag tightly with both hands, "I'm sorry! In the last variety show, I..."

Han Bingbing smiled indifferently, "It's okay, I've learned a lot from you! Keep it up!"

Ou Chen raised his head abruptly, staring blankly at Han Bingbing's departing back, "Continue...keep...what?"

Of course it’s tea talk!

Han Bingbing happily clicked the reward for the Green Tea Identification Record while getting in the nanny car. A sense of coolness flashed through her mind, and she instantly had a deeper "interpretation" of Zhong Jinxiu's tea talk today.

"Bingbing, how did the audition feel?" Wang Yong couldn't wait to turn around and ask as the car drove out of the parking lot where the audition was located.

Han Bingbing looked at the private messages on Weibo that were about to explode on her phone and frowned, "It's okay."

Wang Yong's heart instantly sank. He turned back dejectedly and silently asked the dance teachers of the other two new artists under him to practice overtime.

Han Bingbing didn't know that she had become the nightmare of her fellow juniors. She shook her phone at Wang Yong and said, "There are too many private messages. I can't read them all. Can you or Manman help me?"

Manman volunteered, "Sister, leave it to me!"

Han Bingbing nodded, not forgetting to be serious and said, "Just help me screen private messages, and don't let the company interfere with my Weibo."

Wang Yong, who wanted to complain about her not giving up power, swallowed his saliva and responded helplessly, "Okay, ancestor!"

Han Bingbing suddenly remembered something and leaned forward, "Did Director Guo tell us whether we still need to dance next time?"

Wang Yong shook his head. He had a lot of grievances to complain about.

Director Guo has lost his mind. It would have been fine if he just live-broadcasted the show on the Internet instead of recording it, but the original singing and dancing competition on the stage has also become a promotional foil for traditional culture.

It seems that most of the energetic songs and dances he had previously tailored for Han Bingbing are of no use now.

Han Bingbing thought for a while, then calmly dropped a bombshell, "If I really sing in the next episode, I might lose fans."

Wang Yong turned around suddenly and his neck was almost cramped from being twisted.

"What's wrong? Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Han Bingbing shook his head and laughed dryly, "Please arrange for a teacher to give me a quick lesson!"

Wang Yong looked incredulous, "I remember you used to be a good singer!"

Han Bingbing hesitated, "I haven't used my voice for several years. My vocal cords must have degenerated..."

Wang Yong turned around and gave the new vocal teacher an urgent task - immediately clear the vocal room and be ready to test Han Bingbing's singing ability!

The test results proved that Han Bingbing's worries were not unfounded, but they were not beyond repair.

After looking at the course schedule arranged by the vocal teacher, she thought of the orange fox in Lingwu Realm who often sang in front of her.

Han Bingbing sighed, blaming herself for only appreciating at the beginning and being too lazy to work hard. But now, she has to work hard.

Han Bingbing, who quickly mastered the breathing technique, was allowed to rest for a quarter of an hour. She walked out of the vocal room and planned to go to the vending machine to buy some meat to reward herself for her hard work.

Passing by the adjacent dance studio, she heard a rhythmic piece of music faintly, and she stopped to listen attentively.

In the dance studio, Chen Fangjue, one of Wang Yong's newcomers, was practicing the twentieth time in the afternoon.

Chen Fangjue is a male singer and dancer who was recently signed by Qiu Shui Media. It is said that he debuted in Country K where boy bands are popular, and only returned to China this year.

For him who is familiar with hip-hop, the rhythm of this song is actually very easy to master, but he is used to training his body to develop muscle memory before he feels at ease, so he keeps practicing with the song.

Only after hearing the end of the song did Han Bingbing walk to the closed door and knocked.

Seeing the familiar dance teacher, Han Bingbing raised a social smile, "Teacher, what was the name of the piece just now?"

The teacher asked with a smile, "This is the song I gave him to practice. It's a new song composed by a friend. The lyrics haven't been written yet. The name of the song is "Diabolo."

Han Bingbing looked at the young man who was sitting on the ground gasping for breath and asked softly, "My dear brother, do you mind if I am a spectator?"

Chen Fangjue quickly stood up and bowed, "It is my honor to have Senior Han watch me practice."

The teacher introduced Han Bingbing, "Several practice rooms are reserved by Brother Yong this afternoon. This is Chen Fangjue, who signed up two months ago."

Han Bingbing nodded, said nothing more, and walked to the handrail beside her and stood still.

Seeing this, Chen Fangjue got ready, signaled the teacher to play dance music, and began his 21st practice.