The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

   Chapter 577 The more you pull the more you love the principle 128

  Shu Linghan changed from the typhoon of the past, hot and charming, and screamed on the stage.

   Panting when she stepped off the stage, she supported her waist and sighed: "I'm old, I can't dance anymore."

   All the trainees thought she was Versailles: "Mr. Shu, if you can't jump, are we frog running?"

"You are young, this is all capital, I can't compare it." Shu Linghan said with a smile, just when he saw Shen Qingzhuo standing in the backstage watching the performance on stage, her profile was flamboyant, she whistled, "God, Can I dance?"

  Shen Qingzhuo rolled his eyes and said casually: "I can see that you are indeed getting old."

  “????”

  Shu Linghan held a mouthful of old blood in his heart, his anger was cold, and he pointed at Shen Qingzhuo: "I said I can do it myself, you better have some eyesight, my sister is only twenty-seven this year, do you understand when you are young?!"

   "Eight years older than me." Shen Qingzhuo sat down with his legs spread apart, his back slightly arched, his slender hands crossed, lazy and seductive, looking at the stage on the big screen, adding, "Auntie."

  How amazing is 19 years old! !

   When she was never young! !

  No one will stop her from beating Shen Qingzhuo to death today! ! !

  Shen Qingzhuo is the one who owes the most in private, unable to spit out a single human word.

   Shu Linghan gritted his teeth and called his cousin, and asked him tearfully if he could fire Shen Qingzhuo.

  As the ace agent, Mei Toufa said kindly: "My dear, don't provoke my family's cash cow. If he's not happy, you can ask him to scold him a few more times, and he can't be too meaty."

  Who is your cousin? !

  Shu Linghan was so sad and angry that he couldn't even maintain the character of his confidant eldest sister. He rolled his eyes and suddenly approached: "Hey, then you say me and my junior sister, which one dances better?"

   She obviously wanted to gossip.

  Jiang Li'an just entered the backstage when she heard such a sentence, her fingertips paused, thanks to the Internet, she has been very sensitive to the three words "little junior sister" recently.

   "You are not the same style." Shen Qingzhuo said calmly.

   Shu Ling gave a cold cut, turned around, saw Jiang Li'an, and said hello, "Little Li'an~"

   Jiang Li'an corrected her: "You might as well just call me by my name."

   "It's so cute~" Shu Linghan suddenly turned his head with a smile and asked Shen Qingzhuo: "That goddess, who do you think is the best dancer between me and Jiang Li'an?"

   Shen Qing moved her eyelashes and finally gave her a straight look.

   His eyes were bright and cold.

  Shu Linghan smiled gloomily, and slipped away after finishing things: "I still have something to do hahahaha..."

   A clear voice sounded carelessly behind him.

   "She dances cute, you dance witch, can you compare to you?"

   The whole backstage was eerily quiet.

  Shen Qingzhuo obviously didn't feel what he said, sitting in a cold and sinister posture, and his side face was calm.

  Jiang Li'an raised his head and glanced at Shen Qingzhuo, his eyes were somewhat stunned.

   "Don't stand there, blocking my eyes." Shen Qingzhuo moved a little to the side of the sofa, patted the position beside him with clean fingers, and said to Jiang Li'an, "Sit here."

  Shu Linghan took a deep breath, took a deep breath.

  You are lofty, you are amazing, you coax your wife to step on me!

  Shen Qingzhuo has the best temperament and can't catch up with anyone in this life! !

  The stage performance continued, and the atmosphere reached its climax.

   Shu Linghan and Qiu Huo have both finished their performances. Shen Qingzhuo is the treasure of the show team. Of course, the director will appear in the finale.

  The third group was led by Tan Junxi.

  The lights on the stage are no longer dazzling and become extra dim.

   The first piano sounded.

   broke the silent silence.

   It was like the sound of rain finally falling at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, after a long cloudy weather.

  I opened the curtains, and rain streaks fell mottled along the windows.

   The man was sitting in front of the piano, wearing a white shirt, his slender fingers resting on the black and white keys, his face was in the dark, and there was a hazy beauty that caught the soul.

   He looked at a certain void, and his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the bottom of his eyes. Those eyes showed an innate sense of melancholy, accompanied by the keys, and confided his mood.

   The singing sounded.

  The stage of the eight trainees turned from soft to hard, and the atmosphere pushed from a slump to a climax.

  Tan Junxi stood up from the piano and walked towards the center of the stage. The queue changed again, and everyone surrounded him. Once the dance style started, it was a climax!

   The screams of the audience shattered the sky, and the silver-gray light signs waved violently.

  Tan Junxi's stage is different from the gentleman's surface he gives, even the opposite.

   His stage is despair, madness, and a huge sadness that sweeps and drowns people and has nowhere to hide.

   He fell infinitely in the abyss.

The sense of despair that the    dance broke out was shocking.

   He seemed to be saying.

   "Give me a hand."

   is like saying.

   "Push me down."

  The extreme contradiction always makes people shudder.

   Once a fan came to describe Tan Junxi's stage with such a sentence——

   "I saw the moon in the gray world, and later I found out that it was the illusion of drowning in the deep sea."

   Choking is fascinating, he enjoys despair.

   was also asked.

   "Why is such a gentleman and polite as jade as pine and cypress can stand on the top and dance such a sad dance?"

   No one can answer this question.

   Therefore, many fans took this to make fun of Junxi.

   "Have a good life."

   "Be a good person."

   The one who formed the ultimate sense of separation from Tan Junxi was Shen Qingzhuo, and there was only one Shen Qingzhuo.

  Tan Junxi fell in the abyss.

  Shen Qingzhuo walked out under the fire.

  Shen Qingzhuo's stage is unruly, invincible, invincible, youthful and clean, and the power of nineteen!

   is comparable to the sky and the moon!

  There is a strong explosive force in him. It is the fire burning in the cold snow, the ice colliding with each other in the whisky, the smoke, the wine and all the strong things.

  Easy to hit the soul and control your heartbeat.

   The wildness in the bones is fascinating, and the strong breath invades the heart.

   and even thrilling.

   The last piano key is down.

   All the trainees on the stage withdrew, and only Tan Junxi stayed there.

   He didn't seem to have come out of the dance just now, the whole person was enveloped in a strange stillness, and the pupils seemed to be very deep, like black jade.

   "Next, there's the last team." Tan Junxi paused for a moment, the voice lingering between his lips and teeth was stained with a bit of a dark smile, and he read each word clearly, "Shen Qingzhuo."

These three words were not on the card, but he read it out. After stepping back from the stage, he didn't leave. He stood at the closest place to the stage and looked up at it. It seemed that the lights were a bit dazzling, and he squinted impatiently. He glanced down, but didn't look away.

   "Boom--"

   The sound of the drum kit sounded.

The dull and shocking percussion sound of    echoed in everyone's ears.

   Tens of thousands of people at the scene held their breath involuntarily, and countless pairs of eyes stared at the stage, lest they miss the slightest detail.

   (end of this chapter)