Chapter 165: The Audience Is Shocked Again

Shen Huan nervously held Qin Yaozhi's hand, "Ah, Yaozhi is so nervous, we will definitely win, right!"

Qin Yaozhi nodded heavily, "I believe in Sister Mang!"

"Classmates, listen to me." Xi Yan clapped her hands and looked at the students in front of her, "I've practiced dance for so long, just show it off well, relax, and pretend you're going to play tonight."

Gu Mang raised his delicate eyebrows.

In her eyes, this kind of petty play is really just for fun.

"Understood teacher." A group of people responded loudly, the light in their eyes was heart-pounding.

Xi Yan led a group of people to the entrance.

Gu Mang followed at the back of the team.

Gu Yin was very close to her, the corners of her mouth pursed slightly, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she was a little lost.

Gu Mang glanced at her, his cold voice was low and hoarse, soft and slow, and very deterrent, "You'd better stay calm, play your piano well, and don't mess with me."

Gu Yin tightened her fingers, raised her eyes to look at Gu Mang, and smiled softly, "Sister, why do you miss me so much? Of course I can play the piano well, after all, I'm part of the team."

Gu Mang twitched his lips, meaning unclear.

Those beautiful eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and they were lazily underfoot.

Gu Yin touched the blade in his pocket, did Gu Mang see it?

She wanted to cut her fingers and quit the position of playing the piano. As the competition was approaching, she wanted to see where Gu Mang went to find the piano.

At that time, the program that Mingcheng Middle School had high hopes for could not even be on the stage, and Gu Mang's end would not be good.

Has it been seen?

Gu Yin bit her lip slightly, but she was unwilling to play the piano for Gu Mang and let her stand out.

ten minutes later.

Ming Na's exciting voice sounded, "Next, it's the dances brought to you by Class 1 and Class 20 of Senior 3. I heard that this classmate who choreographed the dance became famous at a young age. At the age of 14, he was in the music world. The choreographer of Tianwang Shengting..."

The stage lights suddenly went black.

There was only a faint glow from the auditorium.

Suddenly, the lights went down.

Gu Mang was in the middle of the stage, all dressed in black, cold and cool.

The girl didn't look at the camera, her delicate eyebrows lowered.

But she didn't even do anything, just stood there like a painting.

Several people bowed politely to the audience.

Music sounded.

Gu Mang's dance is like a visual feast for everyone.

Wild but not ordinary, full of enthusiasm and freedom, it can better show the vitality of students, the movements are clean and smooth, and the strength is in place.

Great sense of rhythm.

Every body movement expresses the dance vividly.

Indescribable beauty.

Lu Chengzhou sat in the corner of the first row, with his arms casually draped, his eyes were dark, and he stared straight at Gu Mang on the stage.

Charming and pure, wanton uninhibited.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at the seven girls on the stage without blinking, and Gu Mang stood out.

It was not until five minutes later that the rhythm changed from fast to slow, and finally slowly dissipated in the air, and everyone came back to their senses.

Still looking at the stage, still unfinished.

They seem to know why Gu Mang is called the top choreographer in the entertainment industry.

I also know why Sheng Ting became popular all over the country with Gu Mang's choreography.

Watching Gu Mang dance is an absolute pleasure.

Gu Mang and others bowed politely to the audience.

The stage lights went out again, some figures left, and some took the stage to rearrange the stage for the next fashion show.

After a few minutes, the lights came back on.

Gu Mang went around to Lu Chengzhou's position from the backstage, and the man was always empty.

As soon as the girl came over, Lu Chengzhou handed her the mineral water, "Drink some."

"Thank you." Gu Mang whispered, and when he twisted the cap with a little force, he realized that it had been unscrewed ahead of time.

One eyebrow raised.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cold air in the audience. .

Reporters kept flashing lights and taking pictures, one after another.