I Run a Gas Station in the Northwest

Five days later, it is the preliminary date of the Little Sun Dance Competition.

The bus that Chen Mu contacted was waiting in front of the gas station early. The children were sent by their parents and got on the bus under the leadership of three teachers.

Although the game time was in the afternoon, the gas station was too far away from City X, so I had to rush to prepare early. Chen Mu even contacted lunch and a place to rest, and would not return until tomorrow morning.

Chen Mu, the leader of the team, must be accompanied. Anal Guli heard about this, and unceremoniously offered to ask for help, saying that he was going to help.

Chen Mu felt that this person didn't want to help. It was simply that it was too boring to stay at the gas station, so he came together to watch the excitement. However, there were many places on the bus and there was not one more than her, so he didn't say anything.

After the children sat down, Xiao Aimu took a good position and was sitting behind the driver.

The children seldom ride in the car, and they all want to sit in this position of Aimu. After all, they can see the road ahead clearly, but Aimu has taken up the place next to his small bag and said " This one is for Brother Xiaomu."

The children all knew that Aimu was Chen Mu's little attendant. Hearing her say so, they had to sit in another place obediently, and did not dare to compete with Aimu.

When Chen Mu said goodbye to the children's parents and got in the car, Aimu immediately waved, "Brother Xiaomu, come and sit here."

Chen Mu glanced at Aimu. Today, this little girl is dressed pretty, her hair is tied into a ponytail, and her eyebrows are still red, which is very cute.

This made Chen Mu's gaze a little warmer, but he still tried to stretch himself, pretending to be serious and unsmiling.

Just kidding, what Ga En'en said that day is not over yet, this little girl needs to be tuned up... well, just a lesson.

The little girl didn’t know that Xiaomu’s brother was angry. After Chen Mu sat down, she immediately opened her little baby, took out two small pockets, and handed it to Chen Mu: “Brother Xiaomu, you eat, this is Appa let me take Raisins and dried apricots, well, dried apricots are delicious, very sweet."

Chen Mu looked at the little girl, and saw that she was holding raisins and dried apricots in her small hands. She felt so hard that she couldn't hold her breath anymore. He could only take two pieces of dried apricots and put them in his mouth. Li, while saying: "Ayimu is really good!"

The little girl suddenly smiled sweetly when she heard Chen Mu praise her, and said: "Last time Teacher Ga gave me several exercise reference books and copybooks, saying that Brother Xiaomu bought me. Thank you, Brother Xiaomu. "

Chen Mu stopped chewing the dried apricots, then nodded, and said solemnly: "You have to practice the calligraphy and the questions, try to finish them as soon as possible, and I will buy them for you later."

The little girl thought for a while, and tentatively said: "Brother Xiaomu, can I write slowly? You bought too much, too soon I...I can't finish it."

Chen Mu wanted to laugh, but still sternly said: "You can't do it. Teacher Ga said that you are not good at writing Xia characters, and it is not good at composing words and sentences. You must practice more, so you can't be lazy, you must work hard... …Well, if you let me know that you are not studying well, I will punish you."

The little girl asked timidly: "What is the punishment for me?"

Chen Mu said, "You are punished to do more homework."

When the little girl heard this, her face suddenly became painful, which is equivalent to an infinite loop, and she won't be able to finish her homework afterwards.

Chen Mu smiled slightly, eating raisins and dried apricots, no matter what the little girl thought, he was finally at ease.

...

A group of people rushed to the place of the preliminary round, which was a university auditorium, and there were already many people waiting outside the door.

The competition has actually started in the morning. It is said that it is a preliminary round, but it is actually an audition.

All dance teams that have signed up must perform once in front of the judges, and only those who are promoted can get the qualifications for the preliminary competition.

Chen Mu didn’t know about the Little Sun Dance Competition before. He found a big security guard and handed a cigarette. After chatting for a few words, he quickly got specific information. It is said that more than 400 people came to sign up this time. There are only 20 places in the preliminary round.

In other words, it's 20 to one, the elimination rate is quite high, very cruel.

The security guard didn’t know much. After talking with the security guard, Chen Mu walked towards the crowd again, and said one sentence when everyone met: “I heard that more than 400 teams have signed up for the competition. Ten teams."

Then after walking around like this, he got more information.

Although he said this sentence is known to everyone, but he is a bit of truth with the effect of spitting, it can resonate with others around him, and it also arouses the desire of others to share, so he is very A lot of information was successfully collected.

"Many of them are children trained in dance studios. They participate when they have competitions. They have very rich experience in competitions..."

"There are all kinds of dances, such a small child, popping, breaking, log..."

"This game is in cooperation with the satellite TV of our province. After the audition, the game will be broadcast live in the studio of the TV station. If it is good enough, I can recommend it to CCTV..."

...

Chen Mu doesn't know whether the information is true or not, but it should be true in cooperation with Provincial Satellite TV.

Because he has seen the words of Provincial Satellite TV on the advertising banner at the door, and also saw people from the Provincial Satellite TV come to film the audition. As for whether it will be recorded and played, let's talk about it separately.

The teacher and the on-site staff will arrange things like changing clothes and makeup. Chen Mu doesn’t need to take care of it. His main job is to pay, and he also arranges lunch and water, and then he can be thrown away. The shopkeeper.

I sneaked into the auditorium alone to see the audition. In fact, there were not many people sitting in the auditorium.

In addition to the first few judges and those staff, there are some scattered parents watching the excitement.

He quickly found a place and sat down.

The performance is a group of boys, they are dancing with very strong drumming music, popping, whether it is physical coordination or rhythm, it is very good, the vibration of the body muscles can not be practiced in a short while.

Chen Mu looked at the dances of these boys and thought it was very beautiful. When I think about the dances that Aimu usually dances for himself, I can’t help but feel that there may not be much results this time. After all, in such a TV competition, those Dances with more traditional styles really can’t be compared with these trendy dances. In any case, the audience is small.

But what he didn't expect was that after the little boys finished jumping, the judges unanimously criticized them.

One of the judges even directly criticized the teachers of these little boys as mischievous children, saying that the teacher did not teach the children the basic skills well, and would only let the children do some actions that were harmful to their bodies.

Chen Mu didn't quite understand it. He thought it was very good, but the judges could still find out the bad points, and they all felt very professional.

A few more teams performed on stage. Most of them picked some trendy dances. The judges’ opinions were more pertinent. The good ones were good, the bad ones were bad, and they wouldn’t just because the dances were trendy. Give high scores, and don’t give low scores just because dance is more traditional.

This is good news for Chen Mu, but the situation is still not optimistic.