The staff counted the number cards one by one. Jiang Zhe's number was 45, which was considered a relatively good number.

He didn't feel happy. He had a strong sense of superiority since he was a child. The only time he lost miserably was in the sixth competition. He thought he would win the championship, but he didn't expect to be won by a little girl. The average score was only higher than him. 01.

It was like a thorn in his heart.

He remembered her appearance, remembered her name, and saw her again in more than two years, but she didn't recognize him at all.

He smiled coldly.

People are always like this, those who are one step behind are not reconciled, and those who are in front of them are unhappy, but they have no impression of who he is.

The thorn in my throat couldn't swallow it, couldn't spit it out, and it was blocked.

And Ning Zhen's soft and waxy appearance is too far from what he imagined, and it is completely different from the people on the stage.

Jiang Zhe was even more annoyed, glanced at her, the light was turned on, her curled eyelashes cast shadows, and her skin was so fair that it was almost transparent. His face was not very good, and he went back to the hotel by himself.

On the second day of the semi-finals, everyone came to the dance hall early.

Ning Zhen was carrying a backpack, which contained the clothes she was going to wear. She was not sure whether she could make it to the final, so she decided to perform MODEN JAZZ directly in the second round. The semi-final was much more formal than the preliminary round, and almost everyone would Choose to change into dancing clothes.

She looked around, and several girls had already put on various performance clothes, including the girl who asked to change the number plate with her yesterday.

It seems that almost all the players who put on their clothes are the players with the highest number plates.

She turned her eyes and saw the boy who was dancing in the corner.

He was still dressed casually, with a black shirt and camouflage pants, standing in the corner with his arms folded. When the staff spoke, the expression on his face was impatient and bored.

As if feeling her scrutiny, he looked over and happened to meet her gaze.

Jiang Zhe's eyes were not good, so he almost wrote hate on his face.

He was so obvious that Ning Zhen was embarrassed to look at it again.

Inexplicably hated by others... She sighed, feeling a little helpless.

The time for the semi-finals is relatively free, but the individual performance time should not exceed ten minutes. The judges will score on the spot, and the results will be announced one hour after everyone's performance.

These advanced players can choose to watch in the audience, or they can choose to stay in the waiting room to practice by themselves.

The waiting room is very spacious and the game starts at nine in the morning. At exactly nine o'clock, music could be heard faintly in the background.

It is estimated that Ning Zhen's number plate will not be able to perform until noon. She had eaten breakfast, but still chose not to eat lunch for the sake of lightness.

At eleven o'clock, she felt hungry and took a piece of chocolate from her backpack and nibbled at it.

She eats delicately, like a little hamster.

Ning Zhen seemed to feel something, raised her head and saw the boy who was dancing the street dance looking at her with complicated eyes.

She was a little embarrassed.

Does this mean... he also wants to eat?

In order to show friendship, she took another piece of chocolate from her schoolbag and approached him: "Are you hungry, do you want to eat?"

Jiang Zhe gave her a cold look, ignored her, walked to the sofa in the entire waiting room, and went straight to sleep.

The people in the waiting room secretly looked over, and many people were laughing.

Ning Zhen retracted her hand, put the chocolate back in her bag, and found a seat to sit down. She was even more embarrassed when she was slapped in public, and her face was a little red. Ning Zhen calmed down for a while and didn't care, and she didn't do anything bad.

One after another, players came back from the front desk with expressions of joy and worry.

Most of the people who finished the game did not choose to leave, and sat anxiously in the waiting room waiting for news.

Although it is possible to practice in the waiting room, everyone will not choose to dance here, usually watching the dance video and waiting quietly.

Ning Zhen listened to the music silently to find the rhythm, and suddenly there was a commotion in the waiting room, the music in the headphones was muted, Ning Zhen raised her eyes, and was startled by the scene not far away.

A girl in blue fell to the ground, everyone around was chatting and talking, Ning Zhen quickly took off her headphones.

Arguments are clearer.

She heard a girl's voice: "It depends on what I do, I didn't touch her, she fell down by herself!"

It was the girl who asked to change numbers with Ning Zhen, called Zhao Mengying.

The gossip always spreads fast, the crowd is noisy, and Ning Zhen almost immediately guessed what happened in general.

Zhao Mengying brought the takeaway into the waiting room. The food tasted too much, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the girl in blue. They argued for a few words, and the girl in blue suddenly fainted.

The boys and girls around were all looking over there, a few people wanted to go there, and they hesitated a bit.

If this happens during the game, it will be bad if it is misunderstood or the game is delayed.

Jiang Zhe was woken up.

He frowned and looked at the crowd, just in time to see Ning Zhen trotting over.

She was a little flustered and didn't dare to touch the girl on the ground, she was calling 120 with the phone in her hand. Ning Zhen had never encountered such a thing before. She didn't know what to do. The girl on the ground was motionless, she said anxiously, "Everyone, go to the staff to have a look."

As if waking up from a dream, finally a few people moved and hurried to find the staff.

Someone took the lead in saving people, and several people surrounded them one after another.

Zhao Mengying is no longer where he used to be.

But no one cares about her at this time.

It's all a group of young teenagers and girls, and they are a bit confused when they encounter this kind of thing.

The staff rushed over immediately after receiving the news, and professional rescuers immediately checked the girl in blue.

After a while the people were carried away.

But the waiting room was no longer quiet, and they were all discussing what happened just now.

Most of them blame Zhao Mengying. Although she did not do anything to others, she hid the fastest when something happened, which always made people feel bad.

Ning Zhen frowned and sat back, hoping that the girl was fine.

In the end, her mood was affected, and her spirit was tense.

Only when she regained her senses, she was startled by the smell around her. She picked up her schoolbag, and there was a large red stain on it.

Ning Zhen quickly opened her schoolbag and took out the dance clothes inside.

On the off-white trousers, a large area was dyed.

It's hard to ignore in the bright light.

Zhao Mengying came over and bent down: "So what if it's me? Pretend, aren't you proud that you set me off so viciously?"

The second time Ning Zhen encountered such a thing, the anger in her heart could hardly be suppressed.

How can people be so bad!

Ning Zhen raised her hand and threw the oiled schoolbag on Zhao Mengying's body: "Mad!" She seldom scolded people, and this was the first time she had scolded and smashed people in public. She valued this competition so much, but someone could do it for their own sake. Destruction tirelessly.

Rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry.

Zhao Mengying's pale pink clothes were also stained with oil.

Her face changed and she raised her arms.

The wrist was caught.

Jiang Zhe smiled coldly: "Classmate, you are too much, the waiting room is under surveillance."

After he finished speaking, he let go, Zhao Mengying looked back, the monitor was indeed behind her, the small red light flickered, she let out a soft snort, and didn't bother.

What about monitoring?

She "accidentally" soiled a certain classmate's bag. The big deal was to give her a bag. Her competition was over, but Ning Zhen had no clothes for the competition.

Get out.

Zhao Mengying smiled and left the waiting room without looking at them.

Ning Zhen bit her lip and clenched her fists tightly. Destiny seemed to be joking with her, and it happened one after another.

Jiang Zhe frowned and looked at her without speaking.

There was a strong greasy smell coming from the pants around me, so definitely couldn't wear it like this.

The voice of the microphone came over, "The following is the performance of No. 31 students, please prepare for the No. 32 participating students."

Ning Zhen is number 34.

She suddenly got up and ran outside. She couldn't admit defeat so easily, and she couldn't end so easily.

Jiang Zhe put his index finger on his chin, thoughtfully.

After a while, Ning Zhen came back with a pair of scissors in his hand.

Since she chose to dance MODEN JAZZ, the clothing for the competition was a tight-fitting crop top, and the pants were very loose, similar to harem pants.

She lowered her eyes and cut along the oil stain, and the mid-length pants turned into shorts.

Picking up the base of the big|leg all the way, her scissors paused, and she clenched her trouser legs with one bite.

It's a little shorter than the ultra|shorts.

But finally able to wear it.

This kind of pants... She squeezed the fabric tightly in her hand, and it was a lie to say that she was not panic.

In case... it's exposed...

There was a voice from the microphone asking No. 33 to prepare.

Ning Zhen gritted her teeth and went to the locker room with her dance costume.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Zhe said, frowning: "You dance JAZZ?"

Ning Zhen looked back at him and nodded, she was upset at the moment. Jiang Zhe suddenly said, "Give me the scissors, wait for me for a minute."

On both sides of the hall of the bright hall, there are white double gauze curtains, the outside is a cloth curtain, and the inside is a thin layer of spun yarn, occasionally dotted with sequins.

Jiang Zhe took the scissors and cut a large piece directly.

Others in the waiting room: "..."

Ning Zhen was also a little stunned.

He walked back and handed the gauze to her hand: "I can do it myself."

Seeing that she was a little stunned, he added impatiently: "The skirt also has a skirt dance method. It's not flexible at all. It's better not to dance."

She is running out of time.

Ning Zhen hurriedly entered the dressing room, she changed her clothes in a hurry, glanced at the large white gauze curtain, picked it up and wrapped it around the outside of her pants.

She walked out of the locker room, and many people's eyes were a little surprised. Jiang Zhe glanced at it, then looked away.

Unexpectedly beautiful.

The black tight-fitting cropped navel showed a soft and slender waist, and the sequins on the outside of the makeshift "skirt" were dotted with colorful lights.

Is that okay?

No matter if it works or not, she pushed open the door, and the host's sweet voice happened to be heard.

"Let's invite classmate No. 34 to perform..."