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Hip Hop Group Camp

Upon returning to the team, Zou Kai took the initiative to welcome the returning members and gave each of them a high-five.

This performance far surpassed previous training sessions, especially the impromptu solo on number 1.

A high-speed rap performance in both Chinese and English amazed the audience.

The blonde punk girl number 9, who was criticized by Guo Linlin, is in top form right now.

She just gave an impromptu performance, wildly dissing Gao Linlin on stage, finally getting her revenge.

At this moment, the number 9 delinquent girl was panting heavily, her pretty face flushed, but that didn't stop her from speaking.

"Hmph...hmph...you've got to pretend, you've got to look down on me!"

"Gao Linlin, let's see how you win this time!"

The other group members eagerly handed towels to the team leaders, smiling and echoing their sentiments:

"With the team leaders performing so well, this round of square dancing is definitely not going to be able to continue."

"I was so worried just now, but now I really can't think of any way they could turn things around..."

Upon hearing this, the young delinquent number 9 immediately became unhappy.

She patted the group member on the chest and said with a disappointed expression:

"What are you worried about! When has our team ever lost!"

"A lack of confidence makes you look really low!"

Other group members quickly chimed in, seizing the opportunity:

"That's right! They just haven't seen that dance before, there's no way there will be a second round."

"What's that idiom again... the front donkey... the front horse... oh well, that's the gist of it!"

"Everyone, please listen to me..."

Just as the group members were having a heated discussion.

Zou Kailai wanted to give a concluding speech in front of everyone.

Boom...Boom...Boom...

Just then, a deep yet clear drumbeat came from the front desk.

The crowd gathered around to see what was happening, and there were several old men dressed in yellow brocade robes, some playing gongs, some playing drums, and some even with suonas (a type of Chinese wind instrument) tucked into their waistbands.

In this situation, the young delinquent number 9 couldn't help but swear.

"Holy crap, what new thing are they trying to come up with this time...?"

"You're not planning to do a folk dance on stage, are you...?"

In this dimension, the students of the Eastern and Western music departments at Kyoto Academy of Fine Arts do not get along. The hip-hop group also feels that these traditional musical instruments are not trendy enough, and therefore looks down on them.

DJ Parker chuckled and clapped his hands, saying jokingly:

"Oh Jesus! I love Yangko dance so much!"

"It would be even better if there were a few amazing stilt walkers on stage!"

"This saved me a circus ticket."

Ha ha ha ha...

As soon as Parker finished speaking, the hip-hop group burst into laughter.

...

Since this round was scored by the judges, their evaluations were postponed.

But this does not prevent the judges from having private discussions.

This part of the broadcast can also be viewed in the live stream room.

As a man in his forties, Dong An'an was not very accepting of this art form.

But the rapper on the other side really showed his skill.

Therefore, he praised her generously.

Zhang Wenhui, on the other hand, highly praised the coordination and choreography of the group dance.

And analyze the strategic positioning of hip-hop groups from a more professional perspective.

After all, the professional skills of the hip-hop group are beyond doubt.

As a die-hard fan of the hip-hop group and Parker, judge Brown Sugar Girl's comments were the most lengthy.

Her praise was like a short essay, so much so that the other two judges were distracted and looking ahead.

She only snapped out of her own world of consciousness when the drumbeats on the other side began.

After suppressing her lingering joy, Teacher Hongtang looked at the screen and saw a completely new scene.

On stage, there were many more traditional musical instruments, as well as a group of elderly people dressed in short robes of white or orange.

The same question couldn't help but slip out.

"Is this... a plan to do a Yangko dance...?"

Due to limitations in costumes, props, and manpower, some of the costumes were indeed borrowed from other dance troupes and yangko teams.

Therefore, everyone mistakenly believed that this performance of Yangko was indeed reasonable.

Zhang Wenhui frowned slightly and offered her evaluation:

"Could it be that the opposing team is planning to replicate their strategy from last round? Winning through unconventional tactics..."

"But this time the preparations were too clumsy."

Because it was a live broadcast, she deliberately changed the word "stupid" in her mind to "clumsy".

The other two judges' eyes fell on her.

Brown Sugar Girl asked:

"Teacher Zhang, why are you so clumsy?"

Following up on Brown Sugar Girl's question, Zhang Wenhui analyzed the situation in a serious tone:

"Although Yangko dance is a product of the working people, it has beautiful connotations and a festive atmosphere."

“Performing in this kind of setting would be too ordinary, not fashionable enough, and the movements would certainly lack originality.”

"Why don't you just say it's rustic?"

Dong An'an rolled her eyes at Zhang Wenhui, inwardly grumbling.

"Of course, their real fatal mistake was the order in which they performed."

Brown Sugar Girl nodded in agreement and chimed in:

"I think so too. After the hip-hop group finished performing, the audience's emotions began to wear off."

"Square dance groups need more novel or more emotionally stimulating methods to activate the audience's emotions."

Just as the judges were exchanging their remarks, the host, Ou Xiangrong, walked onto the CCTV stage and announced:

The hip-hop group's performance got our blood pumping.

Faced with such a formidable opponent, how should square dance groups respond?

Let's wait and see...

As soon as the words were spoken, a group of young girls dressed in various colorful traditional Chinese gauze dresses took to the stage one after another.

They were like fairies in mythology.

They each held a erhu, a pipa, and a guqin...

The crowd stared, bewildered and confused.

So it wasn't a Yangko dance after all...

New doubts began to spread, and discussions arose among the audience and in the live broadcast room.

Are they... going to put on a theatrical performance...?

[Shall we play a piece in the ancient Chinese style...?]

[But none of this content has anything to do with square dancing... This is totally off-topic!]

Once on stage, these girls in white struck poses with a very classical charm.

They were all Gao Linlin's junior classmates and business partners.

Although Gao Linlin has a bad temper and poor interpersonal relationships, she has many admirers who admire her musical abilities.

She is passionate about music and enjoys discussing music-related issues with these younger female students online.

Therefore, with just one sentence from her, the younger students worked overtime and completed the program in half a day.

Although the time was short and the preparations were rushed, Yang Xue's assessment was "it doesn't matter".

The exact words he said to Gao Linlin at the time were:

Their main goal is to create a good image; even if it's subpar, it doesn't matter, because the main sound source comes from our equipment.

Since Gao Linlin has already completed the post-production part of the music, everyone can just put on a show and demonstrate their abilities.

...

But these people are not just for show.

Just as everyone was puzzled, a deep and resonant sound of a guqin (a traditional Chinese stringed instrument) rang out.

A woman walked slowly up from backstage.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the crowd erupted in an uproar.

She already possessed a near-perfect body proportion and a refined, aloof appearance.

Now, with a black martial arts outfit on her body, red silk ribbons wrapped around her hands and feet, and a pretty high ponytail, she looks like a female knight-errant traveling the martial arts world, both cool and beautiful.

This is Yang Xue, dressed up carefully.

Thump~...

Another heavy drumbeat struck, freezing the moment and drawing the attention of all the spectators.

Without needing to say a word, the noisy environment instantly quieted down.

Yang Xue spoke calmly:

Before the performance, I wanted to share some heartfelt words with the young people opposite me.

Especially those whose national borders are difficult to define...

In a flash, everyone followed Yang Xue's gaze toward the east stands.

The reason you can play music and dance so joyfully here is because of the boundless inclusiveness of our great nation, China.

As she said these words, Yang Xue stared sharply at DJ Parker.

She suddenly curled the corners of her mouth, making no attempt to hide her contempt and disdain.

All you know is that we perform square dancing.

[But what you may not know is that square dancing isn't just a dance, but a form of entertainment, and like this country, it's incredibly inclusive!]

Thump...thump thump...thump! Thump thump thump thump...

As Yang Xue finished speaking, the drums began to beat...

[Tonight on this stage, I'll show you that rap can also be rap! Rap that embodies the spirit of a great nation!]

This song, "Huo Yuanjia," is dedicated to you!

As the rhythm gradually intensifies, a gong sounds... and the battle song begins!