Chart Topper Queen

This is the first time someone called Zhou good night after these few days of class.

Other teachers did not dare to put any pressure on her for fear of irritating her again. Even if all the staff had to sing a sentence, they would usually skip her on the grounds of "Good night, just here, you can practice again". .

Abe stood up.

Good night Zhou's personal skills tend to be dancing, and her dance foundation is not bad, but after the "aya girl" gradually entered the brink of disintegration, her fighting spirit was also worn down day by day, and she was too lazy to train. Whether dancing or singing, if a skill is not practiced for a long time, it will become unfamiliar. Without strict diet and physical data control, the muscles will not be able to meet the requirements of orgasm.

"Beautiful Girl ick" is a crash program for girl idols. The competition time is only a few months, and Zhou Wanwan couldn't recover to her best state in the first month or two.

If her ranking is in the middle, maybe the audience will accept her and give her time to recover, but she was "pulled and encouraged" by the company, fueled by fire, and she has reached the top as soon as she comes, which is in stark contrast with the girls in the same class a. In contrast, how could the attacking artillery not be aimed at her.

Abe stood up.

The training of the past few days has made her relatively used to the muscle composition of this body. She can't dance, but she can hunt. There is one characteristic in common. She walked to the open space left by everyone in front, stretched her limbs to warm up, and then made an "ok" gesture to Jiang Mu.

Jiang Mu pressed the music switch.

An electronic dance music style, the rhythm is very fast at the beginning. When Ai Bei made the first move, the fox eyes under Jiang Mu's hat narrowed slightly. Her strength was the same as before, soft and weak, and she obviously neglected to practice, but the rhythm at the beginning - the grasp was too good, better than every time before.

Several consecutive movements of twisting the waist and swinging the shoulders, the rhythm of the movement changes and the rhythm of the music are closely matched, which makes people have an indescribably comfortable feeling.

It's just that this feeling didn't last long. The girl, like a robot with an empty battery, suddenly slowed down and turned off the fire before the music ended, and she didn't stand still for a while.

Zhao Ziyu sat cross-legged not far behind, and when he saw this, he went up to support the person. She hugged Ai Bei's shoulders and felt that Ai Bei seemed to tremble, but it was like an illusion, and she didn't care too much.

Jiang Mu: "What happened to her?"

"She didn't eat much for breakfast, she might be anemic."

Aibe was put back in place, and the dance music ended in a scribbled way.

The girls in class C originally thought that Jiang Mu wanted to publicly execute Zhou Wan An. After all, Zhou Wan's current state was not suitable for "demonstration" of dance moves. Unexpectedly, Jiang Mu's evaluation of her was: "Very good."

Do you want to give Zhou a good night face?

Whether he gave Zhou Goodnight face or not, it was clear that Jiang Mu did not give them face. After seeing their performance, his expression became lighter and lighter, and he even yawned in the middle. This is also his consistent performance. As long as he encounters things that he is not interested in, he always looks like he can't lift it up. At the beginning, everyone would feel offended, thinking that the teacher's behavior was too mean, and the girls cried for this when they were in a bad state of mind. Jiang Mu was immediately scolded on the hot search, but he still went his own way.

Until one performance, Nan Qiao's group ignited the entire stage. Jiang Mu was imitated by the cue and danced a set of movements, causing the audience to scream. After the dance, he smiled and said "It's interesting", As an affirmation to Nan Qiao and the others.

That set of dance moves was created by the girls themselves, and he could learn it over and over again, so he was very fascinated by it.

After that, "making Teacher Jiang not sleepy" became the goal of their efforts.

But for now, no one can do it.

When it was time for lunch, Feng Qianqian asked Ai Bei, "Does Teacher Jiang Mu have a good relationship with you?"

"It's okay." She replied while thinking back, "I said a few words in class A. As long as it's a dance question, he will answer whenever you want to ask it. What's wrong?"

Feng Qianqian's tone was envious: "I didn't expect him to encourage you in such a way. I thought it was you who met him often in class a, and the relationship was better."

"He encouraged me?"

"I just called you up to demonstrate, and then complimented you."

Ai Bei: "Does Sissi think I'm not good at dancing?" So what I get is the encouragement from the other party, not the approval.

As soon as these words came out, Feng Qianqian immediately said, "Of course not!" Her expression looked very sincere, "This song Good Night is longer than the time we practiced, and there are indeed some inaccuracies, but You've been doing well."

"Like This…"

"Hey, I saw Nan Qiao and the others. Are you going to say hello good night?"

The girls in class A were wearing pink training clothes and coats, and their auras were very different. Before Ai Bei could speak, Nan Qiao saw her first. The other party was also joking with the girl next to him, his eyes stopped, and he naturally greeted everyone to come together, "Good night."

"Good night, why don't you come to play with us!"

"That is, did you forget us when you went to another class?"

"This is your new friend? I remember you, Feng Qianqian, right?"

The rule of "ick beautiful girl" is that class A forms a group of its own, class B is divided into two groups, class C has three groups, and so on, so as long as it is not demoted or promoted, everyone will form a relatively closed circle. Many people have met, but have not spoken much.

Right now, it's just a very natural greeting. In the training base with distinct levels, an invisible sense of oppression is formed. On the one hand, he is unscrupulous and has no taboos.

Even Feng Qianqian's seemingly carefree personality felt restrained and embarrassed.

After the brief exchange, Feng Qianqian decided to go back to the dance studio to practice hard. After Ai Bei took a proper rest, she went to the gym provided by the program team to exercise. Fitness is a basic project, and when everyone is practicing day and night because of dancing and singing, this room is almost empty.

But this is very necessary for Aibe, the muscle composition of this body is completely unsatisfactory to her, and there is not much time left for her. If she remembered correctly, there was a commercial event for the music festival before the performance, which required them to perform. Good night Zhou, who is responsible for traffic, is also on the invitation list, which has been set a long time ago.

She also just took the opportunity to make some small arrangements.

Time passed in the practice day by day, the only change was that after that day, the girls in Class C vaguely felt that Jiang Mu had appeared more often. Class times are the same, but he seems to have increased the amount of time he spends coaching around each class, which is certainly a good thing.

The girls are all competing to perform in front of him.

Jiang Mu's eyes always seemed to fall on Ai Bei.

He found that she was a little quieter than when she was in class A, but still laughed a lot most of the time. He said that she was quiet, especially when she was dancing, she was blue-grey under her eyes, and she was always weak when dancing. Sometimes her rhythm was like the opening that he cared about that day, and most of the time it was still a mess, not much different from the level of the other girls in class C.

Jiang Mu initially asked her to perform, just to reassess her ability.

He always thought Good Night Zhou was a pity. Based on what he knew about the students, he had seen her early performance videos. She was in good physical condition and had excellent expressiveness. Her ability to interpret music and dance was even better than Nan Qiao. At that time, she should still have the purest love for the stage and performance, and her infinite enthusiasm can be seen from her body language.

If she can keep walking, she will not be worse than him.

He gave her the last chance out of the idea of ​​cherishing talents. He didn't have any hope at first. After all, after entering the base training, her level fell sharply compared to before. Later, she was frightened by the high position and lost her self-confidence. Not even the first shadow could be seen.

But he didn't expect him to see another characteristic in her: rhythm. Rhythm is the breathing method of dance. Only the most suitable rhythm will make the whole dance music look the best. If a person is full of energy, but each beat is earlier or later than the rhythm of the music, if the dance cannot be seen for ten seconds, it will make people violent.

The word "harmony" is simple to say, but it is not something that anyone can do. Even if you dance a dance hundreds of thousands of times, you may not be able to comprehend it. Maybe you can dance a trillion times. Suddenly realized at some point. In addition to hard work, talent can also.

Some people are born knowing how to breathe in dance. Good night Zhou is not.

However, she may be the one who jumps on it ten times and understands, such a talent is equally enviable.

But it's useless if Kong has talent and can't use it. Jiang Mu is not a nosy person, and the greatest help he can give is to pay more attention to her and give some guidance. And this kind of guidance, the other party may not appreciate it.

After he pointed out Aibe's problem again, she lifted her eyelids and said, "Got it."

Jumping in the next round is still the same state.

Jiang Mu directly helped her adjust her posture. He occasionally gave some movement demonstrations, or reached out to help them correct their movements. But I was worried about the scandal between the male tutor and the female student. Usually, it was all the points, at most only the shoulders and arms.

This time again, he touched Abe's shoulder during the correction. At this moment, he felt her shrinking extremely quickly, and then it was as if nothing had happened. His gaze stayed between her arms for a moment, then turned away carelessly.

At the end of the fitness exercise that day, Ai Bei saw Jiang Mu on the way back to the dormitory from the dance studio. The other person was still wearing the hat, the bluetooth earbuds in his ears, and he was standing with his hands in his pockets. When Abe was about to pass by, he heard him ask in a low voice, "What's wrong with your shoulder?"

"Did the teacher call me?" She looked confused, "What's the matter?"

nbs "Why do you hide when I meet you?"

"Oh, that... Maybe I was a little shy at the time. Does the teacher even bother with such a question?"

"Really?" Jiang Mu stood in front of her, his eyes fell on her face, "Is it embarrassing or painful, I can't understand?"

Ai Bei took a step back: "I just twisted my shoulder, so I'm afraid of pain. It's none of your business, Mr. Jiang."

If she had given this reason as soon as she came up, Jiang Mu might not have doubted it, but whether it was the language and body of her resistance, or the obvious traces of her lying, he had doubts. Thinking of her lack of energy for the past few days, his expression froze, and he lifted her short-sleeved sleeves unexpectedly.

Although Ai Bei's overreaction was immediately shot down, it was enough for him to see the dense needle eyes on the snow-white skin. "How is this going?"

"I said I don't care about you." The smile was no longer visible on her always smiling face, and she turned cold, "Is Teacher Jiang doing this to sexually harass female students?"

"Sexual harassment?" Jiang Mu's peach blossom eyes lifted lightly, "Compared to the news about your drug use, what is sexual harassment? If you like it, I'll advertise it now, and then the second most popular search is Jiang Mu's sexual harassment. , No. 1 in the hot search, good night drug use Zhou."

She clenched her hands into fists and glared at him: "I'm not on drugs!"

"Then what are these?" His tone also contained anger, as if he was about to grab her to ask her guilt immediately, but in the end gave her a chance, "Good night Zhou, if you take drugs, you must retire."

Her face was as white as snow, but she repeated: "I don't take drugs."

"Then what are these?!"

"These...I pricked with needles myself."

Jiang Muyin's angry expression couldn't change in an instant, and he looked a little stunned: "What did you say?"

"I said, I used a needle myself." She said softly, closed her eyes slightly, and hot tears fell down, "I can't dance well, I can't dance well at all. I don't I'm on drugs, and I don't want to self-harm, I just want to be more focused."

The training clothes are very short, and the thighs and arms need to be exposed for a long time, so she can only tie them on the arms. The sharp pain can keep her sane and awake for a short period of time. But just like drug addiction, once you find something useful and you become psychologically dependent, you will use it day after day.

Jiang Mu understood this better than her. He tried to calm himself down and asked her, "There are so many ways to concentrate, why do you use this one?"

"…"

"Because this is also your self-punishment, right?" he whispered, "You want to gain psychological comfort by hurting yourself."

"...I did it so badly," she murmured, "I let them down. People like me shouldn't be on a show like this, and maybe shouldn't be alive. But I...but I can't even give everyone a death. trouble."

Jiang Mu suddenly grabbed her hand and woke her up from her own world: "Good night Zhou, look at me."

She was not well at all. Everyone thought that she finally gave up the idea of ​​jumping off the building because she had withdrawn and timid. He also felt that she was not seriously ill, but she was not well at all.

"You look at me. Tell me, do you want to retire?"

"…"

"You want to quit the entertainment industry?"

"…"

"Or, do you want to say goodbye to the stage completely?"

The last question made her feel resistant, Jiang Mu could feel the struggle between her wrists.

He said: "If you don't want to, give up this behavior and go to a doctor to take a good look."

"I can't cure it, I can't do it." Her muscles were tense, like a hedgehog with thorns on it. "When the game is over, I will go to the doctor."

"You must go immediately, you can't delay any longer." He paused, "You can do it, you have to believe in yourself."

"Jiang Mu, don't force me."

"Good night Zhou!"

"I can't, I said I can't, I really can't!" Her repressed heart finally broke out at this moment, her eyes were full of tears, and her whole body was suppressed and trembling: "Don't force me, you know that I do No, I can't turn into a good sparkling person right away, it will only make them even more disappointed."

"Obviously I also want to show them the best of myself."

Jiang Mu suddenly took off his hat and buckled it on her head. The shadow of the brim formed a small safe area. He lightly clasped her head, lowered his head and asked her, "You keep talking about other people, so what about you? Do you really hate yourself that much?"