The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  Chapter 481 Cat-Eared Teen Idol vs. Draft Team's Petite Salted Fish 32

  Jiang Li'an felt that he was about to be torn in half, and he didn't choose either.

   In the end, I chose the one that seemed to be the easiest.

  Yuan Qian tilted her head to look at Jiang Li'an, who was surrounded by the middle, thinking that she was threatened yesterday... She was so cold that she trembled.

   She gritted her teeth and chose the song that Yu Shu had chosen in the previous life—the song with the best response.

   After the song selection session, the day's training officially began.

  Jiang Li'an, a group of nine people, discussed the captain and C position, and Yuan Qian's group chose the same song as them, and the two groups will pk on the stage.

   Their team C booked the same person, Yu Shu is the most powerful in their group or even a hundred people, no one has any objection.

   Jiang Li'an yawned beside him and almost fell asleep several times.

   Yu Shu's face was light, and after thinking for two seconds, he still said to Jiang Li'an, "The song you chose is the most difficult of the six."

   Jiang Li'an reacted for two seconds: "...?"

   has been deceived.

   "But don't worry, we will try to teach you well."

   "It's not necessary."

   As for the group with them in the ring, the C position moved between Yuan Qian and Yuan Shilan.

   No matter what Yuan Shilan thought, she took the initiative to give up the C position: "Let's give it to my sister, I believe my sister will lead us to do well."

  Yuan Qian did not refuse, she was obviously very confident in her ability: "You can trust me!"

   Their first class in the morning was dance class.

  The dance instructor is Tan Junxi, who is responsible for teaching them this song.

   There are two groups in the huge practice room, and the relationship between opponents is somewhat subtle.

  Lu Chi was a little disappointed and bit his ear with Jiang Li'an: "Zhuo Shen is teaching them to dance next door! I'm going to die of jealousy, why isn't our teacher Zhuo Shen?"

   Jiang Li'an sat cross-legged on the ground: "Isn't Tan Junxi also human?"

   "It's not the same." Lu Chi shook his head, "Zhaoshen is No.1 in my heart!"

   Okay.

  Black fans have no common language with her.

  Tan Junxi's dance is very good, and he was very patient when teaching them. When passing by Jiang Li'an, Wen Sheng said to her, "Did you sleep well last night?"

  Jiang Li'an raised his head and met those extremely deep eyes. His pupils were much darker than ordinary people's. It was purely bewitching.

   "Not very good." Jiang Li'an told the truth.

   "What's wrong?" Tan Junxi stopped beside her, and from the perspective of others, it seemed like he was teaching her to dance, and no one heard the conversation between the two.

Miss    said confidently, "I didn't get enough sleep!"

  Tan Junxi smiled: "It seems that the work and rest time is difficult for you, so go to bed earlier next time."

   "You can't fall asleep if you go to bed early." Jiang Li'an said lazily.

  Tan Junxi looked at her.

  Yuan Qian stood by the side practicing dance, looked at them expressionlessly, and slowly clenched her hands.

   During the intermission, Lu Chi looked suspiciously at Tan Junxi who was leaving, and then looked at Jiang Li'an: "Li Xiaoan."

"Um?"

   "Do you feel that talking about PD is kind of good to you?"

   "What's the matter?" Jiang Li'an's eyelids didn't move, she was familiar and indifferent. There were many people who were kind to her, one more and one less, it didn't matter.

  Lu Chi can't tell, let's say it's special, it's not too special, but he just thinks that the magnetic field is not the same: "I think too much..."

  Tan Junxi's requirements were very strict. After dancing, he was sweating. Lu Chi imitated Jiang Li'an's appearance and suddenly cheered up: "Li Xiaoan, let's go!!"

   "Do what?"

   "Look at the gods!"

"I do not."

   Jiang Li'an was dragged by her to the door next door, which shows that the power of chasing stars is powerful, and it can make a weak woman who can't even unscrew the bottle cap on weekdays pick up a person.

  The door next door was crowded with trainees, all of them looking in, not surprisingly—looking at Shen Qingzhuo.

   This posture.

  噫.

   "You better let me go."

   "No! How can we miss the gods!"

   Lu Chi took Jiang Li'an to the door of the practice room with his own strength. The door was closed and locked from the inside, and he could only see the appearance of the practice room through the inlaid glass window.

   In the confusion, Jiang Li'an accidentally knocked her forehead against the glass window, she gasped in pain, raised her hand to cover her head, and tears almost burst out.

   Surrounded by suppressed excited voices.

"I am dead!!"

   "Zhuoshen dances so well, it just jumped into my heart!"

   "I **** this waist..."

   "Why not Zhuo! God! Teach! Me!"

  Jiang Li'an listened to their words and couldn't help but look over, is it so exciting?

The training room is large and bright, with a whole floor-to-ceiling window. At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the sun shines through the cascading branches and falls in from the outside. Back light.

   Nearly 20 trainees are practicing dance, wearing the same training clothes, all girls in their twenties, full of vigor and sweat.

   And the slender figure in front of them, casually leaning halfway on the table, with long legs propped up on the ground, with stern lines, was looking at the dance trainees faintly, correcting their movements from time to time, very strict.

   "The action is not in place."

   "I can't see what you're expressing."

   "The first one in the third row on the right, when the explosive force should be closed!"

The    voice was cold and low, echoing in the huge practice room, like the sound of a cello.

Shen Qingzhuo leaned against the table and drank half of the mineral water from the bottle in his hand. He unscrewed the bottle cap with his phalanges and lifted his head to send it to his mouth. Sexy, white shirts, lazy and abstinence, people dare not think too much.

  Many trainees even forgot their dance poses and went to see him secretly.

   "Click."

He frowned at these trainees, screwed on the bottle cap, and threw the mineral water on the table, his slender fingertips brushed the remaining water on his thin lips, took the first two steps, and danced for them in person. action.

Shoulders, waist, legs, languid silhouettes, white shirts in the sun, subtle rubbing noises, the sound of stepping on the floor, every dance movement contains a powerful force of control, from the first second, it grabs everything human sight.

   Indifferent but seductive.

   Hormones just burst!

"do you understand?"

   The trainees recovered from their amazement, woke up like a dream, and looked at the young idol at the front with a blushing face: "Ming, I understand."

  Where he stands is the stage.

   is called the "God Effect" by fans.

   "Continue when you see it, why do you need me to say it?"

   "Oh, oh oh."

Time passed by, Shen Qingzhuo watched their actions, still dissatisfied, the frown became tighter and tighter, and the air was filled with low air pressure. The girl's eyes were red and she was about to cry, but he didn't move at all.

   "Come again."

   Those people outside were looking at the windows, each wishing to stretch their necks and stick their heads in, admiring the beauty of the teenage idols.

   (end of this chapter)