Juvenile Medical God

Jiang Xueqing just painted a little makeup, dressed in national clothes, not only youthful, but also pure and moving.That's right, Jiang Xueqing's first impression is pure, and it is not the kind of deliberately pure, but a pure natural carving.

As these admissions teachers of the Central Conservatory of Music, they recruit students all over the country every year. It can be said that they have seen countless beauties, but girls like Jiang Xueqing are rarely encountered.

However, Qin Lang found that Jiang Xueqing on the stage seemed a little nervous.

Qin Lang sensed Jiang Xueqing's tension, so he quietly got up and waved at Jiang Xueqing.

Qin Lang's action naturally fell into Jiang Xueqing's eyes, and she saw Qin Lang's existence, and her mind suddenly settled down.At this time, Jiang Xueqing realized that the uneasiness in her heart was not because of the tension on the stage, but because of Qin Lang's absence.

But now that Qin Lang appeared, Jiang Xueqing found that his nervousness had disappeared.

Elegant ethnic music sounded.

Jiang Xueqing dancing on the stage danced gracefully like a butterfly flying in the flowers, so light and so beautiful.

Qin Lang is a martial artist and a "thick man". He didn't know how to appreciate music and dance, but when Jiang Xueqing was dancing, he had to admit that he was attracted by her beautiful dance style. With her graceful and varied dance posture, Qin Lang seemed to see the blossoming spring, a butterfly danced in the flowers, and then attracted another butterfly to chase, her dance made people feel immersive .But as the rhythm of the music changed, her dancing movements became more and more rapid, making Qin Lang feel that the bright sunny days turned into stormy weather, and the two dancing butterflies began to thunder and thunder. Struggling in the storm, but no matter how the wind and rain are violent, these two butterflies seem to be trying their best to protect each other. From her stage, Qin Lang seems to see a cruel beauty.

The hurried music finally slowed down, and it seemed to be coming to an end, but a slight sadness appeared in her dancing posture, because from her dancing posture, Qin Lang could only "see" a butterfly that appeared to be hanging alone after the storm.

End of dance.

There was a moment of silence, and then a warm applause broke out.

There aren't many audiences here. The applause is so warm that it can only explain one problem: That is, Jiang Xueqing's dance really moved these people deeply.

There is no doubt that Qin Lang is the one who applauds the most.

Jiang Xueqing got off the stage, quickly changed clothes, and then walked towards Qin Lang.

"Sorry, I was almost late." Qin Lang said to Jiang Xueqing.

"No need to apologize, I will be content if you can come." Jiang Xueqing said sincerely, "I know that you are a career, aspiring person, you can take the time to see me retest, I am really moved."

"You say that, I'm not embarrassed." Qin Lang smiled. "However, your performance just now was really wonderful, even if I am a big boss who doesn't understand music and dance, I can see it intoxicated."

"I'm so drunk, so exaggerated?" Jiang Xueqing didn't seem to believe it.

"Really ... but you don't have to swear about this kind of thing." Qin Lang laughed. "Speaking of it, your dance gave me some inspiration and made my understanding of my own kung fu more profound."

"What a joke? What is the connection between dance and kung fu?" Jiang Xueqing obviously didn't believe it.

"Different paths lead to the same thing, and seemingly irrelevant things may not have no connection. I saw the dancing mood of butterflies in your dance. So, what can you see from my punch?" Qin Lang A few punches were made against the void, these punches were quick, they should have given people a swift feeling, but they did n’t know why, but they were unusually light. Jiang Xueqing felt like Qin Lang was not punching, but seemed to be playing Butterfly among flowers.

Qin Lang's kung fu has already passed the realm of "practicing consciousness", so one stroke and one style can naturally hit the punch. At this moment, the punching intention of Qin Lang can be felt even by the layman Jiang Xueqing.

"It's really interesting," Jiang Xueqing said in amazement. "I didn't think that punching can actually create the mood of dancing. Qin Lang, you are a genius!"

"I am indeed a genius, but my punches are not the artistic conception of dancing, but the boxing intentions." Qin Lang explained with a bitter smile. "I said that before, and the same path is the same. Dance can show the artistic conception of animals, and the boxing method is the same. But , Your dance gave me another revelation that it is not perfect to strike a punch, but also needs emotion. From your dance, I can feel the joy of two butterflies chasing among the flowers and feel them Helplessness and fear in the storm ... Well, you can incorporate emotions into dance, I think maybe emotions can also be incorporated into boxing. "

"Qin Lang ... You really feel what my dance expresses!" Jiang Xueqing said excitedly.

"Uh ..." Qin Lang rubbed his nose, his face surprised. "Don't you think I am a rough man, can't understand dance?"

"I don't mean that." Jiang Xueqing hurriedly explained, "I mean you understand the mood expressed by my dance, which is really great! This shows that the dance I composed myself is still very successful, it should be possible Let ’s try again. "

"Must pass." Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing said, and had reached the door of the Conservatory of Music.

At this time, there were more and more luxury cars in front of the Conservatory of Music, and probably a lot of "goddies" and "god brothers" started to move again.

When Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing appeared at the gate of the school, Qin Lang immediately saw a lot of strange eyes. He knew what these eyes meant. It seemed to many people that as long as they were beautiful women who came out of the Conservatory of Music, they must have been Baby lover, mistress and the like.

However, Qin Lang can also understand the gaze of these people, because now it is indeed the world.

Qin Lang did not want to stay here for a long time. After all, Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing had a little trouble here last time.Therefore, after Qin Lang and Jiang Xueqing got on the train, Qin Lang planned to leave immediately, and then asked Xiao Wei to drop Jiang Xueqing to the train station.

Who knew Qin Lang didn't want to cause trouble, but trouble took the initiative.

As soon as the two got into the car, they suddenly stopped a car in front of them, and just stuck Xiaowei's car in the middle, because the distance between the workshops was too small to pull the car out.

Qin Lang did not act, because he knew that Xiao Wei must have a way to deal with this situation.

Sure enough, Xiao Wei got out of the car and made a theory with the owner of the car in front.

The owner of the car in front was a bald head. At this time, he had turned off and got off. Hearing Xiaowei let him move the car, he said disdainfully, "Don't drive if you have poor technology. If you can't drive it, then wait for Lao Tzu to leave , You go again! "

"Good." Xiao Wei actually gave up the theory with the other party.

Bald snorted dismissively, and left with the car key.

But without taking a few steps, I heard a loud knocking sound behind him.