Ghost step dance is a first-class dance technique, and it is called the two basic dance skills together with social dance. Social dance trains the upper limbs, and ghost step dance trains the lower limbs. The first step of the dance is to practice the basics, and ghost step dance and social dance are one of them.
If you can dance, you will have no worries; if you can master both, you will be gifted.
When jumping, the legs are flexible, fast and powerful, and at the same time, there are "after-images" corresponding to the social flower-waving hands. A small one can have three after-images, and a large one can have six after-images. When the jump is at the extreme, the six after-images flicker, and the viewing quality is even comparable to that of the third-level dance.
Skills.
"Three afterimages are not bad."
At the viewing platform, Lin Tianzhu smiled and nodded. The more outstanding these juniors were, the more pleased he felt.
"Who is he fighting against?"
"Lin Gan, son of Lin Ku" the elder next to him replied in a low voice.
"Queer"
Lin Tianzhu was stunned, with some memories flashing in his old eyes, looking for that figure in the audience.
At this time, on the stage, the leaping Lin DaDao's breathing gradually became heavier, and the wavy fat with strange beauty became heavy.
Because Mu Su didn't move at all, strange conversations gradually began to sound in the audience.
On the side, Zitansu clenched her hands, her little face full of worry.
The referee Lin Shengdun on the sidelines frowned. If Lin Gan didn't move again, he would be sentenced to a loss.
Amidst the anxious, concerned, or eager comments, the stage finally changed.
Mu Su suddenly squatted down slightly, spread out his hands on his chest, and sang softly:
"Listen to me and thank you. Because of you, the four seasons are warmed."
A smile appeared on Lin Zitan's delicate face. In the audience, Lin Ku's clenched fists under his sleeves gradually loosened.
The slightly childish singing echoed over the dance floor.
"Is this why you invited me here?" The head of the Chai family stroked his long beard: "Although I am still young, I have seen music theory and I have never heard of this dance step."
The head of the Chai family suddenly stopped and said in surprise: "Could it be that he created his own dance skills!"
Lin Tianzhu chuckled like an old fox but said nothing.
He shook his head and said with a smile: "You have a Qilin son in your family. You may be able to see this kid on stage at this year's dance competition."
Lin Tianzhu nodded first, but then remembered the failure many years ago. That failure caused him to lose his son who was at the peak of his talent, and also interrupted his extravagant hopes.
Will it be different this time?
"I'll give you a little heart and a flower."
The duel on the stage is coming to an end. Lin Gan's aura is endless, and although Lin Dadao has more visual impact when dancing due to his size, his endurance is a flaw that cannot be ignored.
"No, I won't fight!"
I saw Lin Dadao stop panting, sweat dripping like raindrops, and out of breath: "If this continues, I won't be able to dance before you finish singing. You win!"
Lin Shengdun came to the stage and declared: "Lin Gan vs. Lin Dadao, Lin Gan wins!"
As soon as Lin Shengton finished speaking, there was a loud round of applause and cheers in the trial hall.
Everyone could see that Lin Gan was "taking some tricks".
But no one will criticize this kind of trickery, because it is the wanton release of talent!
"Brother Gan, can you teach me to sing this song?" Lin Dadao grinned.
Mu Su stopped: "Want to learn? I'll teach you."
When Lin Dadao heard this, he raised his hands seriously and said, "My Dadao is convinced that I have lost!"
In the audience, Lin Gong felt that this scene was full of déjà vu, and a hint of haze flashed in his cold eyes.
"With your virtue and talent, I'm afraid your Lin family is going to ride on the wind."
When the head of the Chai family saw this, he couldn't help but be envious. He didn't see Lin Tianzhu next to him like an old fox, smiling so hard that he could hardly see his eyes.
"Brother Lin Gan, that's awesome!"
Looking at Mu Su walking back to his seat, Lin Zitan gave him a thumbs up.
In the field, after Mu Su's competition ended, new competitions began one after another. But after all, it was a dance competition between juniors. The shock after the singer appeared in the first performance made people less interested in the subsequent competitions and dance competitions, and the cameras frequently took pictures.
But as the game progressed, the atmosphere gradually heated up, and the focus of the camera returned to the stage.
The four games are over, and it will be Lin Zitan's turn next.
"Brother Gan, it's my turn."
Mu Su high-fived Zitan and watched her step onto the stage.
"Lin Zitan."
Lin Zitan is still young, but her slim figure can already tell that she is a beauty.
The audience's attention, which had been slackened by the last boring battle, regrouped, making the atmosphere in the dance hall as lively as when Lin Gan won.
"Lin Gong."
Lin Gong, who unexpectedly became Lin Zitan's opponent, replied: "Lin Zitan, I will tell you next, how big the gap is between us!"
Clinton raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not stop the scene. He announced as before: "The competition has begun."
After the words fell, Lin Hong's originally lazy face turned cold, and he twisted his waist and hips as he said.
Lin Zitan's slender legs spread out in a social pose.
If Lin Zitan's society is shaking like a gurgling clear spring, exuding the vitality called youth, in contrast, Lin Hong is as quiet as a virgin and active as a rabbit, full of power and rhythm every time he stops.
The social turmoil of young girls is certainly pleasing to the eye, but anyone can see that Lin Zitan is at a disadvantage.
Lin Zitan was not willing to be at a disadvantage at the beginning of the dance, and followed Lin Gong to swing.
"Oops, Zitan has fallen into Lin Gong's rhythm."
Lin Ku suddenly shouted in a low voice. After all, Lin Gong was at the seventh level of body training, and Lin Zitan, who was only at the second level of body training, simply couldn't keep up with Lin Gong's pace.
Already aware of this, Lin Zitan was about to admit defeat when Lin Gong suddenly raised his arms above his head, touching his wrists in a fancy gesture!
There was an uproar in the dance hall. Because increasing the intensity when the opponent is about to lose means humiliation!
Lin Zitan's eyes were filled with water mist, she bit her pink lips lightly, and looked at Lin Gong unwillingly and turned up her flowery hands.
One turn, two turns, three turns, each wonderful turn of the wrist and palm was like a giant hammer hitting Lin Zitan's heart.
Four turns and five turns!
The audience gradually became surprised at Lin Gong's shamelessness.
If the after-image strength of the ghost step dance can be reduced to three after-images, and can be six after-images, then society's flower-hand power can also be transformed into a small one after three turns, and a big one after six turns. Especially when looking at Lin Gong's hands like lotuses,
It's perfectly round and doesn't seem to have any backlash at all.
"There is one, you Lin Tianzhu really didn't hold it in when you invited us here." The head of the Chai family snorted coldly, feeling depressed when he thought of the unfulfilling younger generations in the family.
Six turns!
At this moment, the pretty and pale Lin Zitan fell down and collapsed on the stage exhausted.
To the regret of the audience and the media, Lin Gong's hand was scattered and stopped at six turns.
Lin Zitan bit her lip and said in confusion: "Why are you doing this?"
Lin Gong jumped up suddenly, landed on his hands and knees at the same time, swung his hips, and continued the competition and humiliation with his butt-shaking dance.
Because Lin Zitan did not admit defeat, Lin Shengton had no choice but to continue the dance competition.
Lin Gong, who was lying in front of Lin Zitan, mocked harshly: "Look at your expression, this unwilling expression."
