Before the party even started, there was a sense of tension in the studio.

Du Wenliang dragged the director and a deputy director of this performance together and was very excited:

"I object! These people are not professional dancers at all. How can such an important performance allow laymen to come on stage..."

"This performance is not a school song competition. If something goes wrong, can he, a child, be able to bear it? He is not sensible, and neither are you?"

"Dance has its own rules. Not just anyone can mess around with it. Real dance is not something just anyone can do..."

"Dancing is not a wild dance, and going on stage is not trying to cause trouble. He did this to apologize to the people of the city..."

Du Wenliang originally thought that Gu Xiaobai had found some professional dance group to help him dance, and originally wanted to see who the other person was.

If the other party is really on a top stage, then we have no choice but to admit it...

But after he saw Gu Xiaobai's dance troupe, he became furious and on the verge of going berserk.

Ordinary people may not be able to detect it, but people in the industry can tell at a glance that Gu Xiaobai's so-called dance troupe, their walking posture, temperament, and body shape clearly show that these people have not received systematic dance training at all!

We dancers who practice in the winter and practice in the summer and practice mopping, stance, body rhythm, and basic movements every day, if they can be replaced casually, what are we practicing for!

What qualifications does this kind of dance troupe have to be on such a stage?

Strictly speaking, what Du Wenliang said makes sense.

But the problem is, it was used in the wrong situation.

In this world, there has never been a standard that can be set once and for all.

On the other side, Gu Xiaobai seemed to have not heard what was said here at all, and was adjusting various parameters with the tuners next to him.

Every time he goes to a new venue, this is the project that Gu Xiaobai spends the most time on. After all, his vocal range and singing methods are too rich. When switching singing styles, the radio and tuning methods also need to be switched. This performance also requires him to be on the scene.

When walking around or dancing at any time, the headset microphone and microphone also need to be switched, which can be said to challenge the limits of the sound engineer and live sound recording at any time.

Everything next to him has been automatically blocked by him.

Without this kind of concentration, how can you be a top student?

It wasn't until Du Wenliang rushed to him angrily that Gu Xiaobai raised his head blankly: "Who are you? What's the matter?"

Du Wenliang: "..."

He felt as if he had rolled his eyes and was completely exposed to a blind man.

Did Gu Xiaobai not hear himself at all just now?

Of course I didn't hear it. If Gu Xiaobai wanted to listen to everyone, he might still be apologizing to the "retired old professor" now.

Being ignored, the momentum will naturally disappear.

Du Wenliang stuttered and told Gu Xiaobai his request again.

"Change dance troupe? Do you want to change songs?" Gu Xiaobai turned to look at the deputy director and director behind him.

"No no no."

"Nothing!"

Gu Xiaobai turned around and came back.

"Excuse me, we have to rehearse."

For Gu Xiaobai, rehearsal is not for the live performance effect, but to test the sound effect.

After all, walking back and forth in the venue may affect the signal.

Du Wenliang saw that Gu Xiaobai had no chance, so he went to pester the director and the others again: "At least let us perform it live for you to see..."

"This kind of performance on the stage is really more effective if performed by a professional dance troupe."

"We are doing this for this show. After all, it is broadcast live to the whole country and is a major event that the ten cities are concerned about..."

"Whether the performance is good or not is related to the image of our city..."

When Du Wenliang told them that they were on the line, the two of them felt a little guilty and couldn't help but look at each other.

Moreover, they actually felt that Du Wenliang was right. After all, Du Wenliang was also a leading figure in the Dongcheng dance circle.

"How about you give it a try? Let Xiaobai see your strength, maybe he will agree?"

After receiving this sentence, Du Wenliang was overjoyed. He quickly waved to the side of the stage, and a group of people immediately ran onto the stage from the side carrying silver-liang soft knives.

The dancers run with graceful posture and light steps, like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Across the stage, Jiang Wei was looking at these people coldly.

Just because Gu Xiaobai didn't hear it doesn't mean they didn't hear it.

Although they are not really a professional dance group, they don't like others to underestimate them.

Maybe other dances are yours.

But the Dance of Knives...is ours!

At this moment, seeing that they really wanted to go on stage, Jiang Wei suddenly squinted his eyes and waved his hand.

Brothers, copy guys!

On the opposite side, a group of dancers who had put on armor pressed their swords with one hand, and with a "boom" sound, they ran up from the other side of the stage with neat steps.

Jiang Wei was running at the front. As he was running, he suddenly shouted angrily: "Drink!"

With a "Clang" sound, forty-eight long knives were unsheathed at the same time!

With the sword in hand, in an instant, the light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are majestic!

Beside the stage, the deputy director and director even had their eyes popping out.

Let alone them, even Du Wenliang was stunned.

When Gu Xiaobai performed, he was not at the scene. All he had been watching were videos and analyzing the dance group's movements.

I have been struggling with why I have imitated the movements, but I don’t have that kind of beauty.

At this moment, two groups of people ran onto the stage from both sides of the stage, full of strong visual conflict.

On the right side of the stage are the professional dancers from the Du Wenliang Dance Company. They hold sharp soft knives in their hands and wear custom-made soft armor that does not affect the dance movements. They are also decorated with sequined gauze, which is gorgeous and light.

But on the other side, Jiang Wei led his forty-seven colleagues, wearing black armor, Chi Chan, and Zha armor on their heads. The armor may weigh dozens of kilograms. They held down the long waist with their left hands.

Knife, running postures are neat and uniform, and the footsteps are heavy.

What do you mean by being afraid of comparing goods?

The difference between the two groups of people on the stage was completely visible just in terms of texture.

This is probably the difference between 999 free shipping and 9999 original product.

When they reached one-third of the stage, Jiang Wei shouted loudly, and forty-eight people unsheathed their swords at the same time. The blades of the swords were pitch black except for the blades, which were as bright as snow.

In an instant, a bright sword light dazzled people's eyes, and a murderous aura rushed towards them like an overwhelming force.

That feeling is like staring at the tip of a needle, sharp, dangerous, and making your hair stand on end!

With a "swipe" sound, the dance troupe who ran onto the stage from one side were so frightened that they turned around and ran back again.

But Du Wenliang couldn't even say harsh words.

What can be said?

What else can be said?

At this moment, he finally understood where the gap was.

It’s not about basic skills, nor about beauty, body shape, posture...

This is not the dance he wants at all, nor is it the dance he understands.

In primitive times, when people prayed to God and made sacrifices, those who danced were the strongest warriors, wizards and leaders in the tribe, not professional dancers who pressed their legs, pulled their ligaments, and pressed their insteps every day.

In the feudal era, when people were inspired to draw their swords and dance, the dancers were brave generals, erudite literati, and even great kings, but not necessarily professional actors.

Dance is the language of body.

But the body never has only one language.

It's just one of the inner expressions.

"It turns out this is "Champion Overture"..."

"So this is the dance of swords..."

Behind Du Wenliang, the deputy director and director had numb scalps and chills standing on end.

Seeing this kind of performance in person and watching it on video are two completely different experiences.

They can't wait to see such a performance at the nearest distance!
Chapter completed!