Chen He was also stunned, and after a while, he immediately smoothed the game: "It seems that we have other candidates for Xiaoji, and Xiaolu may be sad, haha..."

He clearly used a mocking tone, but Ji Zeyu's heart seemed to be grabbed by a small hand.

Lu Nanyun's eyes did not fluctuate, he slowly retracted his hand, whispered "it's okay", and then turned back to the red team.

Ji Zeyu looked at Lu Nanyun's tall and straight back, and suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had accomplished an extremely difficult task.

Wei Yichen looked at Lu Nanyun who was rejected with a thoughtful expression.

Lu Nanyun stood in the corner with no expression on his face, as if this matter had little effect on him.

"Then next, who is number two?" Chen He asked.

Ji Zeyu became nervous again, he swallowed, and prayed that No. 2 would never be Wei Yichen, because he no longer had the right to refuse.

In the crowd, a tall and fair young man came out and waved the red sign in his hand at will: "Me."

The person who drew No. 2 is named Luo Ming. He was ranked ninth in the last stage. He has been ranked near his debut position in the previous rounds. He performed very well in the last performance. In addition, he has a sense of variety show. This time he rushed directly in. top eleven.

Luo Ming dyed a warm and unruly dirty orange hair, with a black ear stud in his left ear. He looked like the temperament of a senior next door. He was thin and had dimples when he laughed. He was called the orange little sun by fans.

However, in reality, Luo Ming was not a gentle senior, with a somewhat arrogant personality in his rambling, but rather like a poor student sitting in the last row in the school.

Chen He asked, "Luo Ming, please choose your partner."

Ji Zeyu breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the player on the red side and found that Qi Aodong was also inside, looking straight at him.

Ji Zeyu thought to himself that it would be a good choice to be in the same group as Qi Aodong for a while, and it might help him rise in the rankings.

Just when Ji Zeyu was thinking, he didn't notice a figure walking in front of him, and the next second, a magnetic and pleasant voice sounded:

"I choose him."

Ji Zeyu regained his senses, widened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the orange-haired boy in front of him. After a while, he said, "You, you choose me?" He was not familiar with Luo Ming, and he didn't expect that the other party would choose him.

"Yeah." Luo Ming raised the corners of his lips, the corners of his eyes were slightly curved, and the dimples on the corners of his lips added a bit of playfulness to him.

The next second, Luo Ming stretched out his hand, holding the red sign between two slender fingers, and casually put it into the pocket of Ji Zeyu's uniform shirt.

"Congratulations," Luo Ming looked at Ji Zeyu and smiled casually, "You are the son of Luo Xuan."

The players on the red side never thought that Luo Ming would choose Ji Zeyu, because the two of them might have said no more than ten sentences.

Is it because Luo Ming wants to rub off on Ji Zeyu's popularity? It's possible.

Wei Yichen also looked at the two in astonishment, and Qi Aodong frowned tightly for a moment, clenching the red note in his hand.

"Because Xiaoji has already refused once, he will automatically become teammates with Luo Ming this time." Chen He said with a smile, "Let's congratulate the two of them."

Lu Nanyun stood alone with no abnormal expression, and applauded the two of them together with the crowd, but there was a flash of loss in his eyes.

After the team was successfully formed, Ji Zeyu and Luo Ming sat aside. He did not reject this teammate, and asked Luo Ming curiously: "Luo Ming, why did you choose me?"

"You despise me?" Luo Ming put his hands on his chest and raised his eyebrows casually to look at him. Obviously, he is a familiar character, or in other words, he has this loose attitude towards everyone.

"Uh, I mean...the others are pretty strong too."

Luo Ming said calmly: "I'm just afraid of trouble. There is a risk of being rejected if you choose someone else. If you choose you, you will not be rejected."

Ji Zeyu was stunned for a while, he didn't expect to hear this answer, but based on his understanding of Luo Ming's "little bully" character, it seemed that such words were quite in line with his character.

Soon, all 22 people on the field formed a team, Lu Nanyun and Wan Taki became teammates, Wei Yichen chose Gu Weicheng, Qi Aodong chose Bai Shengjie, Xiao Huai and Feng Yan were together.

At the end of the selection process, the director team announced the final songs, which are mainly divided into vocal songs and dance songs. Ji Zeyu and Luo Ming selected a modern dance song with a strong style called "Healing Marks". , which means that he is going to do a duet dance with Luo Ming.

The song and dance demo of Healing Marks were played on the big screen in the room. The movements shown by the dance teacher made the eyes of all present widen.

The lyrics of the whole song describe the story of the two comrades in the apocalypse healing and supporting each other. There are many interactions in the dance moves, which not only express the sympathy between the teenagers, but also express the rebirth of adversity in despair.

only……

The more interaction there is, the more ambiguous and sexual tension the dance seems to be.

The other players couldn't help but started talking.

"Is this a comrade-in-arms? I think wrong."

"Brotherhood, I understand."

"Why are you still pulling the other party's tie?"

"It was a quarrel."

"It looks like a ** no matter what!"

Ji Zeyu's roommates' eyes became a little subtle, and their expressions were not very good at the moment.

It doesn't matter to Ji Zeyu. He has experienced this kind of dance a lot in his past life. The advantage is that the interaction between the two makes the stage more attractive.

Luo Ming was a little uneasy. He looked at Ji Zeyu and said, "Damn, I want to dance this dance with you?!"

Ji Zeyu's eyes widened: "What's the matter, are you aggrieved?"

"Of course, I'm such a handsome boy..." Luo Ming glanced at Ji Zeyu up and down, "You can't gossip with others."

"Then you change teammates now." Ji Zeyu resisted the urge to roll his eyes, "I don't want to dance with you either, so that everyone can stare at your hair."