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30 Little Bully
The lights dimmed, and the girl stepped onto the stage.
In the dark corner of the front row, Lu Zhi raised his eyes. The sky was very weak, and his cold face was a little tired, and his eyes were frozen when he saw her.
She is the person he thinks about thousands of times.
Under the black umbilical dress, the waist is slender and can be held with only one hand, and it is white and weak.
The moment the light shone on her, the sequins on the hem reflected colorful dark lights and flickered.
He heard her sweet voice: "My name is Ning Zhen."
Lu Zhi curled his lips.
Music plays.
It's JAZZ who is extremely happy, her temperament has changed almost in an instant.
Cheerful and enthusiastic dance steps, slender legs are looming.
He seemed to see Ning Zhen from the night before.
With dazzling self-confidence, once she stands on the stage, she will change from a little princess to a queen.
The body is soft and soft, and it is charming and charming.
At the moment when the music was high, her movements suddenly became sexy, her skirt twirled, her straight and slender legs were exposed, and most of her white tender|tender big|legs were exposed.
Beautifully overdone, charmingly overdone.
Lu Zhi heard several whistles behind him, and his brows gradually became colder.
Her skirt... maybe it wasn't a skirt.
His eyes were even colder, his fingers crossed, waiting for her to finish dancing.
The people next to her couldn't see it, but Ning Zhen on the stage was restrained and did not dare to go too far. She almost endured the dance and finished the dance.
When the music ended, the audience erupted into fierce applause.
She breathed a sigh of relief, after all, the dance was over.
Ning Zhen bowed to the judges seat and walked off the stage from the other side.
Lu Zhi got up and walked backstage.
He paused and went upstairs to the office.
The interim person in charge of the game was Wu Sheng, a young man in his twenties. He crossed his legs and watched the front desk monitor with great interest.
When Lu Zhi walked in, Wu Sheng tutted his tongue in surprise: "I don't have any eyesight, Master Lu?"
At the birthday party of the old man of the Jin family, he met Lu Zhi once.
The ten-year-old boy had a cold and indifferent temperament all over his body, and the people at the banquet were chatting and laughing.
Okay, the only heir to the Lu family, there's nothing wrong with pulling.
The key is that this Young Master Lu is a mess.
In other people's territory, he even made the Jin family's little granddaughter cry.
He looks good, the girl Sichun, went to talk to him, Lu Zhi opened his mouth and sneered: "Is there a shortage of men?"
Wu Sheng was beside him at the time, and he was dumbfounded.
A year or two later, heard that the little overlord who was growing every day was taken to City A, but didn't expect to be able to see him here now.
Wu Sheng was really surprised.
Then I heard Young Master Lu speak: "The surveillance is called out and I'll take a look."
It's rare for this guy to be so rude...
Well, he can't afford to offend people, so let's see.
Lu Zhi looked at the surveillance camera in the waiting room, curled his lips, and said, "Hey, this kind of person can't make it to the finals, right?"
Wu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then glanced at Zhao Mengying on the monitor, not sure what Lu Zhi meant: "The judges rate..."
"Well, then give it a good grade." Lu Zhi interrupted him, half-smiling, "Just be fair."
"..." Wu Sheng could clearly hear the threat in his words.
Lu Zhi continued to look down, and after watching Jiang Zhe cutting the gauze curtain, he sneered: "Those who destroy public property, you can bear it, it's so generous, or I smash this place, you stand next to it and give it to you. I applaud?"
Wu Sheng's eyes were subtle, and he didn't know what kind of madness this little tyrant made.
He coughed lightly: "This, we will let this classmate compensate."
"No, I'll pay for it."
"what?"
Lu Zhi said slowly: "I said, I will pay."
Wu Sheng thought that this little bully was driven out of the house because of his mental illness...
After thinking about it, but looking at Shang Luzhi's dark and cold eyes, he felt that it was better not to say it.
The results of the semi-finals will be announced at 8pm.
Ning Zhen had already changed into her own clothes. All the contestants had left the waiting room and concentrated under the stage to wait for the result. She saw Zhao Mengying at a glance.
Zhao Mengying was in high spirits and looked in a good mood. When talking to another girl, their voices were not small, and she could faintly hear the words "score, promotion".
Ning Zhen hated such people, and after one glance, she didn't want to look again.
In all fairness, Ning Zhen felt that she didn't play well in the semifinals.
A lot of dance moves have been temporarily changed. Although the connection is smooth, the tension is also multiplied.
She looked around and saw Jiang Zhe on the far right.
She should thank him. After thinking about it, Ning Zhen planned to thank him after the results were announced, and by the way, she went to pay for the yarn curtain.
Should she pay for it?
Ning Zhen sighed in distress, her heart trembled.
Since there are only ten people in the promotion, most of the people present are very nervous.
Zhao Mengying was relatively relaxed and comfortable.
Ning Zhen herself wasn't sure whether she would be promoted, but before she came, she never thought that she had to win an award.
The hostess who hosted today announced the results of the competition. After the scene was finished, she began to read the list: "This time, there are the following ten contestants, Du Xian, Wan Fanzhi...Ning Zhen...Jiang Zhe."
The list was announced according to the order of the competition. Ning Zhen was stunned for a moment, and a faint joy flooded into her heart. She could participate in the finals.
She already knew that the boy who helped her was called Jiang Zhe, and he also advanced.
Zhao Mengying suddenly stood up from her seat, her face was pale, and her voice was a little out of control: "Impossible, did you read the list wrong?"
She was so rude, the staff hurried over and frowned: "Little classmate, the judges' scores are relatively fair, not to mention the average score after removing the highest and lowest scores. If you have any objections, you can complain to the backstage later."
"But my aunt clearly said that my total score is ranked eighth, why is there no name for me, you must be mistaken. I want to see the score!"
When Zhao Mengying made such a scene, everyone whispered.
Oh~ related users, it turns out that there is such an operation as watching the ratings in advance.
The fairness of the competition was questioned, and the staff were not polite: "Little classmate, I don't know who your aunt is?"
Zhao Mengying also regained her senses. Naturally, she would not say any more, but insisted again and again: "I want to see the rating."
In the office, Lu Zhi smiled and looked at the screen: "Show her, let her open her eyes and take a good look."
Wu Sheng's mouth twitched, he felt so vicissitudes, and he didn't quite understand the routines of these young people.
Zhao Mengying's aunt is one of the supervisors and has a good relationship with two of the judges, so Zhao Mengying's score has a certain amount of water. It's really hard to say whether I can advance or not.
Lu Zhi was also ruthless, he said, there is a thing in this world called clearing...
I wonder if Zhao Mengying will faint when she sees her zero score.
Anyway, missed the finals.
Wu Sheng tutted and looked at Lu Zhi. He was leaning on the sofa lazily, staring at the big screen, quite focused.
Wu Sheng followed his gaze and saw a group of lush teenagers and girls on the screen, and he didn't know who he was looking at.
What Wu Sheng needs to worry about now is that two of the judges have been removed because of Zhao Mengying. Where can he find two professional judges to make up for them?
Fortunately, this little bully didn't propose to be a judge, he somehow got involved in the dance competition, and he didn't know who he was for.
After Zhao Mengying and the staff left, there was quite a commotion at the scene, and some people protested that the rating was unfair.
Everyone has never doubted the fairness of the competition. After all, this is a national competition, but Zhao Mengying knew the scores before the results were made public. Bad guesses are like a snowball, and people are panicking.
Some people even think that the scores of the ten people who have advanced are adulterated.
Wu Sheng looked at the monitor and sighed. Now he was also blocked. This year's person in charge is him, and he has to take responsibility for accidents.
Now even he thinks that Zhao Mengying's clearing is good.
This is a player who has been promoted, and the score is not adulterated by half, it is all based on his true ability.
But it can't resist the malicious guessing associations of people's hearts.
Wu Sheng rolled his eyes and looked at the leisurely Lu Zhi.
Since there are people he cares about, he must be willing to meddle in his own business. Wu Sheng was so humbly able to reach this stage at such a young age. He asked Lu Zhi, "Master Lu, do you have a solution?"
The young man turned his head and looked at him half-smile.
Wu Sheng shrugged: "No way, we can't let people say we are unfair, otherwise we can only play again."
Lu Zhi frowned.
"Is there a radio over there on the stage?"
Wu Sheng nodded.
"The radio is on, give me the microphone."
Wu Sheng frowned, and he was a little worried when he looked at him like this: "Don't mess around." Wu Sheng was really afraid that as soon as the little bully opened his mouth, "anyone who doesn't agree will die."
But when Wu Sheng was in City B, he also heard a lot of Lu Zhi's ideas, and decided to believe him once.
Hand over the microphone.
Lu Zhi frowned, leaned closer to the microphone, and lowered his voice.
In the noisy hall, a low-pitched and pleasant voice suddenly came, and the crowd was quiet for a moment.
Ning Zhen's eyelashes trembled, she always felt that the voice was a bit familiar, she raised her head.
The voice was very calm, even a little casual: "If you don't believe in the score, choose a PK among the ten people, and the judges will give the score in public. If the PK wins, you will be promoted and a bonus will be added. If you lose... "
He paused and smiled lowly. Everyone's heart is hanged by this sentence, what will happen if you lose?
"If you lose, go back to your hometown and compensate for a 'disturbance fee' for delaying the judges' time. If anyone wants to try, just raise your hand."
Wu Sheng was startled by the phrase "go back to his hometown" and sweated... What the hell, Young Master Lu dares to say anything, does their organizer want to have an image?
Amazingly, as soon as these words came out, no one raised their hands, and everyone fell silent.
Although it was a mess, everyone knew that these ten people danced really well, and in case they didn't win...
The man's voice on the radio smiled: "Huh? No one, no one, just be good, don't talk nonsense."
Ning Zhen's heart started to tremble again, this tone... was too familiar, wouldn't it be what she thought?