"Bang"——

A sound.

The manager looked over following the sound and saw that the orange juice cup in Ji Shijia's hand was not steady and fell to the ground.

The orange juice in the glass also spilled all over the floor.

The manager stood up to get the mop, raised his eyes, looked at Ji Shijia's stunned look, and said casually: "Are you so happy to receive a greeting card?"

"Ah, no." Ji Shijia still held the orange gilded invitation in her hand and swallowed hard, "You'll know when you come over and take a look."

"Isn't it just a greeting card? What all the fuss is about?"

The agent put down the mop and said casually, looking over casually.

"Could it be that the blessings are well written..."

Then, before I finished speaking, the words were stuck in my throat.

My throat felt like it was blocked.

No more sound can be made.

!!!

This is……

Invitation letter from International Dance Association?

Damn it!

The agent's legs went weak, the palm of one hand suddenly supported the table on one side, and he picked up the invitation letter in a daze and read it.

The invitation letter is indeed stamped with the seal of the International Dance Association at the bottom.

At the intersection of light and dark light, there is also the International Dance Association's unique anti-counterfeiting mark.

A genuine invitation letter.

"Jiang Nan, how come there is an invitation letter from the International Dance Association?" The manager's voice could be heard trembling.

There are only five top dancers in the whole of China who can get invitations.

As a trainee who has not yet debuted, Jiang Nan was able to get an invitation letter?

"I don't know either." Ji Shijia's head was dizzy. "However, the invitation letter Yang Fanling showed off to me last time was gray. Why is this invitation letter orange?"

The agent didn’t quite understand either, “I’ll ask someone to ask.”

There are only a handful of people in China who can participate in the International Dance Association’s grand event.

Ji Shijia has never received an invitation letter, so naturally she doesn't know what the color difference is in the invitation letters.

The agent immediately picked up his cell phone and sent a message to someone in the circle who knew a little bit about the market.

Five minutes later, I finally received a reply.

[As far as I know, the gray invitation letter is the lowest-level invitation letter from the International Dance Association, followed by yellow, blue and orange. The orange one is the highest-level invitation letter from the International Dance Association, and they are all written by President Vincent himself.

of.】

Orange highest level invitation?

The agent couldn't help but rub her eyes. There was an indescribable excitement trapped in her chest, burning her body, and her entire brain felt this excitement and joy.

After a few seconds, the manager came back to his senses and turned his head to look at Ji Shijia, his eyes burning hot.

"Jiang Nan seems to be really no ordinary person."

Ji Shijia: "?"

Agent: "Come here and read this news. The orange invitation letter is handwritten by the president. Ordinary people can't get it."

Ji Shijia stared at the invitation letter over and over again, her heart trembling, "This is too expensive. I'll ask Jiang Nan about it."

***

Ji Shijia found Jiang Nan in the rehearsal room.

Until the two people walked to a remote stairwell.

Ji Shijiacai carefully took out the orange invitation letter from her bag with trembling fingers, "Jiang Nan, you..."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Nan raised his head and looked at Ji Shijia, "Don't you want this gift?"

Ji Shijia swallowed, her voice trembling with excitement, "Do you know what this is?"

Jiang Nan nodded, "Invitation letter from the International Dance Association."

The girl paused for a moment, with a calm look on her face. She leaned half against the wall and continued in a nonchalant tone, "I happened to hear you talking to Yang Fanling before, so I thought Teacher Ji wanted it."

Ji Shijia pulled her lower lip, her eyes burning, "Everyone in the dance circle should want this invitation, and I am no exception. I heard that the orange invitation was written by the president Vincent himself. It is too precious.

, or I’ll give it back to you.”

Jiang murmured "Ah", his eyebrows delicate and wild, "It's not expensive. Others gave it to me, but he still has a lot."

Although this orange invitation is rare, for Vincent, it is just a matter of hands.

"A lot...a lot?" Ji Shijia felt that her tongue was a little knotted.

-

On the way back to the lounge, Ji Shijia became even more distracted.

The manager was waiting anxiously. When he saw Ji Shijia pushing the door open and coming in, he hurriedly greeted him, "What do you think Jiang Nan said?"

Ji Shijia raised her eyes and patted her face, trying to wake herself up, "Jiang Nan said that this invitation was given by a friend, and that friend of hers also has many invitations."

Agent: "Ah???"

Invitations from the International Dance Association are very rare, and even internal members can only get one.

The person with many invitation letters is probably the association president Vincent, right?

Jiang Nan and Vincent are good friends?

As soon as this idea came up, it was immediately nipped in the cradle by the agent.

impossible.

Vincent is the president of the International Dance Association, and his friends are all top dancers at home and abroad.

I heard that the second choreographer Suo Wu wanted to get to know Vincent many times, but unfortunately he never even met Vincent in person.

People in China who are familiar with Vincent are probably just Yang Xi.

And it is even less likely that Yang Xi and Jiang Nan are related.

***

Six days later.

On the day of "Idol 101" Chang Chen's performance, the program team began to set up live broadcast equipment.

At the same time, a bombshell was released: Chang Chen will attend as a special instructor.

When the news was released, all the trainees were extremely nervous.

Ban Xia took a gulp of water and suppressed the anxiety in his heart, "Teacher Chang Chen is famous for his sharp tongue. During the performance, he will probably throw throwing knives on the spot."

Lou Shuyun's heart trembled slightly, and he felt like crying immediately, "This is too embarrassing. I dare not sing or dance anymore when Guan Gong is showing off his sword in front of him."

There was a wailing sound in the ears.

Jiang Nan felt a headache after hearing this.

The girl picked her ears, crossed her legs in a leisurely manner, and with a certain determination on her face, Anfu said: "Don't worry, he won't dare to stab you."

Unless Chang Chen really doesn’t want new songs.

otherwise.

In the team where J God is present, Chang Chen will only serve as an ancestor.

"Jiang Jiang, please stop comforting us."

Lou Shuyun pursed his lips and shook his head subconsciously,

"For so many years, Teacher Chang Chen has directly criticized everyone except God J. We have no relationship with God J, so why should he dare not."
Chapter completed!