Monster Factory

“Reveal! ”

“Reveal! ”

Live concert sounds, like the tide, are clearly conveyed to countless audiences across the country through concert booths.

Watch the live room for free, again around 9 pm, the vast majority of people have free time.

They also interact with the audience in their own way.

The unveiled barrage has completely masked the live feed, leaving no room.

“Would you like to know the true identity of this mysterious dancer?” The coagulation palace, which changed the long dress of the classical court, walked into the middle of the stage and stood with the mysterious dancer.

Revealed shouts gradually stopped, suggesting that since the coagulation was not ready for the next song, it would take some time to interact with the audience.

Definitely will be revealed.

“I guess he's Lang Ching! ”

“The palace is so interesting, let's go guess who Lang Ching is. ”

The following audience almost made my stomach ache. Why did Xu Jingu become so different? Do you have to guess?

It's like nobody can lock a 100-meter sprint to 9 seconds 58 except Bolt, just like nobody can imitate a Vitus treble. The internationally renowned dance master Lang Ching, of course, also has a very strong personal style that no one can imitate.

Xu Jingu smiled and handed a microphone to the mysterious dancer beside him.

“Mysterious Guest, how do you feel about the audience agreeing that you are Lang Ching? ”

After taking the microphone, the mystery dancer made a brain-wrenching move.

Because of the mask, the audience couldn't see his face, and of course he didn't.

“I said I'm not Lang Ching, do you believe me?” The audience was stunned when electronically synthesized voices were heard that even men and women could not discern.

What's the matter, it's all for this, how can you still play mystery and handle the sound with a computer?

“Are you going to unmask me or not?” The audience, already acute, is getting tired of it.

“Well, to prove that I'm not Lang Ching, I'll give you a dance, Lang Ching can't dance at all. ”

The audience was in a better mood in an instant, and they preferred the dancing of Lang Ching to the unconscionable Lang Ching.

Both the live audience and the audience in the live broadcast room, there are a lot of people who come at Lang Ching. On weekdays, Lang Ching is a very low-key person, and the audience has never seen Lang Ching dance outside the national dance.

“Jump, I can't wait. ”

“Forgive the organizer, can invite Lang Cold to dance another dance, this is definitely a breakthrough in history, so I also admit to making Xuan Fang. ”

“Do you know any other dances?” Xu Zheng also pretended to look surprised beside him, then hurried back a few steps and gave the stage to the mysterious dancer.

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“Then let's dance the streets!” The mysterious dancer suddenly raised his fingers and said to the microphone: “Give me a dance that moves! ”

“What's going on? ”

“Is this a familiar finger? ”

The audience didn't have time to react from this suddenly changing wind of painting, and a very familiar dance accompaniment was heard in the surrounding audio.

Isn't this Seve?

Dance background music is very popular among young people from abroad to home.

Very rhythmic percussion, so the audience can't help but shake along.

3, 2, 1!

Program Run!

The mysterious dancer on the stage, like the electricity, started to dance with the music in place.

With your hands swinging, your feet seem to be running and you seem to be joyously stepping on the ground in an invisible beat. But no matter how he beats, his position remains the same.

It's like Jackson's space walk, and it's like a trail dance. Each time he steps, it's like stepping on the audience's heart and letting the audience follow the unnamed agitation.

“I'm finished, I can't control my body. ”

“I'm going to jump out of my wheelchair. Who's going to hold me down? ”

“Mom asked me why I was dancing and typing. I said I couldn't help it. ”

Powerfully infectious, allowing audiences around the stage and watching the live broadcast room to follow the mysterious dancers' steps with their feet, just like they did with electricity.

neither fast nor slow.

Not tight, not slow.

The golden mask turns into a beating note, the fabric on the white dance dress, and the feathers of the heartstrings. The audience jumped, and the audience in the live room followed, either shaking their legs or twisting their hips.

Even the reporters on the scene shook their heads.

This is the charm of dance, and this is the infectivity of the top masters.

As the accompaniment slowly falls and the mysterious dancer returns to his place, the audience goes insane.

What's going on here?

Asian Dance King - Guzhaos?

This light rhythm makes you suspect that your cerebellar motor system is in trouble. Isn't that what the Asian dancer Gu Zhaos is good at?

But Guzhaos, there's no way to dance that beautiful, sad dance.

Nalang Cold...

Can you jump out of the happy rhythm of Gu Zhaos?

Yes!

Gangrong, the cold has already jumped!

“News, big news. Lang Cold actually danced the streets and danced as well as the Asian dancer. ”

“This is the world-class dance master, and from now on, I will be a fan of Lang Ching's irons. ”

“It was amazing, Xu Jingong's concert became a feast for music and dance. ”

“Everybody wait, tomorrow's headlines will explode, and the Asian dancer Gu Zhaos will cry, because the world dancer robbed him of his job. ”

“How was the dance?” The mysterious dancer picks up the microphone again and uses a synthetic electronic channel: “Lang Ching can't dance in my style, can he? ”

“Haha ~ Lang Ling, you not only dance well, but also speak well together. ”

“Lang Ching, I love you. ”

At the concert, nobody answered him at all, all excitedly expressing their inner admiration.

“Do you want to know who the mysterious guest is? ”

Under the spotlight, as if Xu Jingu had stepped out of the painting and revealed a charming smile: “Then let's invite our mysterious guests to unmask with our warmest applause! ”

The audience suddenly boiled down, knowing that Lang Ching was the same thing, and the mask unmasked was the same thing again.

This means that Lang Ching will abandon all disguises and appear before them as a world-class dance master.

The audience's voices are completely boiling and can be clearly heard even when they leave the stadium and walk to the main road of the water maroon.

“Phew, phew, phew, phew.”

When the audience's boiling voice reached its peak, the dazzling lights on the stage went out one by one, and the stage eventually became completely dark.