"Flexibility?" Wu Liang froze with fear. What is this? Is it sweet and edible?
Feng Lian looked at him in surprise. "You haven’t even practiced such basic skills as ligament pulling, have you?"
"That …" Wu Liang felt a drop of bean sweat gushing from his forehead and touching the back of his head and said, "Does doing sit-ups in the gym count?"
Feng Lian "…"
Dance refers to designing dance moves, which is also based on the physical fitness of dancers. There is no one like Wu Liang who has no foundation at all. What can he expect?
Do you want him to do a difficult 36-degree middle spin split?
It is estimated that when he landed, he was split in two!
So Feng Lian could think hard and finally Wu Liang designed a plan.
The plan is very simple, just let him dance with a nunchaku stage brush and a little difficulty, then forget it. It is estimated that by the time he learns to play with Yu, 32 concerts will be over.
It’s not so easy to play with flowers. It’s Feng Lian’s design that throws nunchakus and stunned Wu Liang.
"This, this, this …" Wu Liang’s forehead sweat has turned into a message and asked nervously, "Are you sure this won’t hit my head?"
"Plastic props are not available then," Feng Lian said naively. "You have neither martial arts nor dance skills. I can design this movement for you. Otherwise, if it were simpler, you might be able to sing with a microphone."
"Actually, I think dry singing is also quite good." Wu Liang hurriedly struggled to "how dangerous it is to fight and kill, even if plastic may break his head."
Feng Lian gave him a contemptuous look. "Is your head made of tofu? Can plastic be broken?"
Wu Liang pouted and stared at him with bitterness.
Feng Lian turned around and picked out a few people from a large group of dancers.
"You dance for him," he said, pointing to Wu Liangchong’s dancers. "He is a new teenager and doesn’t know anything. You should cooperate with him more."
Several dancers looked at Wu Liang’s eyes and immediately brought some smiles and nodded.
Wu Liang is very depressed. What do you mean by new hair?
I’m an old bird, okay?
However, in front of these professional dancers, he didn’t dare to ask for more than he could hold Feng Lian with full grievances. He specially prepared plastic nunchakus to rehearse with him.
"Hum, hum and haw, hurry up … ouch!"
Although it is a plastic stick, it still hurts to hit the head. After a few minutes, Wu Liang feels that his screen name is particularly accurate. "Measuring the Buddha" Isn’t it just like the Buddha now?
And several dancers behind him have laughed so hard that they almost can’t keep back. Looking at Wu Liang clumsily pumping these guys into his head, he really feels sorry for him.
How dare he play nunchakus at this level of physical coordination?
If you knock again, I’m afraid your brains will be knocked out, right?
A few dancers just laughed and watched behind them and regarded Wu Liang as a joke, so the dance level was still thinking about the concert with the king. This guy shouldn’t have come in through the back door, would he?
Wu Liang also heard the dancers laughing behind him. He was embarrassed but didn’t know how to resolve it.
This nunchaku looks fancy and plays like a flower, but it’s really hard to find it until you wave it yourself.
The hard part is to swing it around. If you are not careful, you will throw yourself.
Even if the plastic material can be hit many times, it hurts!
Wu Liang had no choice but to ask Tong for help. "Come out and give me a hand!"
How can I help you if you have a bubble?
Wu Liang quickly asked, "What can I exchange for mastering dance?"
The system replied with certainty that there is!
Wu Liang was overjoyed and quickly shouted, "Come on, come on, what price do I want to exchange?"
Tong said unhurriedly, "But you have to finish it before you can start the dance skill exchange."
"What?" Wu Liang was so anxious that his brains were almost knocked out. You still told me?
Nazhi system is worse than he thought, and the old god replied, you will know when you trigger it.
"I! @#￥%%……&*”
Wu Liang is angry and has been playing with me for a long time, right?
"Bang!"
He hit himself in the head and threatened Tong Dao, "If you don’t tell me again, I’ll knock myself to death, believe it or not?"
This time, there is no silence, but there is a more irritating way. The world is so wonderful, but you are so grumpy. Is this good …
No, my sister is dead!
Wu Liangzhen was angry and shook his chest with a stick.
"Don’t come out after you talk nonsense!"
This sentence seems to be more effective for the system. After a short silence, I finally said congratulations to the host for triggering the hiding-"enterprise" to master a basic dance, reward dance skills for failure, and punish the host for randomly losing a basic music skill for one month.
Wu Liang was stunned.
What does it mean to lose a basic music skill at random?
He asked Tong anxiously, "What do you mean by basic musical skills?"
Tong quickly explained that it is the most basic musical skills, such as intonation, sense of music and voice, which human beings usually call "talent"
Holy shit, this is a big game!
Tone, music, voice, what are these?
These are the basic conditions for singing!
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