Finally, our Youth Tennis Department is about to appear.
In the backstage just now, the candidates had already worn different styles of white non-mainstream T-shirts, black cropped pants and red and black plaid-like canvas shoes. They wore cool baseball caps.
They are not nervous at this moment, but are more excited.
The curtain was pulled open, and the teenagers on the stage formed a formation. They all wore baseball caps and lowered their heads, and others couldn't see their expressions clearly. In an instant, the explosive and cool DJ music sounded, and the teenagers on the stage immediately followed.
Danced with the music. The scales, high or low, were brought by them one by one, rotating and jumping, and each movement made the scene scream. This kind of dance move was something that everyone had never seen before, with little or no
Longing makes the young men on the field shine brightly and shine. They are confident, they expect that they have infinite vitality. They are as dazzling as the rising sun, making Mohen unable to look directly and give up chasing.
Everyone couldn't help but admire the choreographer and the gang of dancing boys.
Finally, the mechanical dance began, and their joints began to stiffen, as if they were really robots. A group of sweeping legs, backflips, and then jumped up, and nine hats were thrown into the air. The audience burst into warm applause.
Even the vampire and the King of Throne could not help but applaud.
The finale performance finally began. It was Mo Hen's singing.
The curtain that had just been pulled down was unveiled again. Under the dim light, a beautiful girl stood in the center of the stage. She was wearing a princess-sleeved top with a novel design of short ink jeans, with bare face and long ink color on her buttocks.
Her hair was casually draped over her shoulders. She was holding a bracelet with a skull on her wrist and a pair of black canvas shoes on her feet. She was so simple, but full of temperament.
Holding the microphone in his hand, a faint expression, a pair of ink-colored eyes, as if it was a lifeless desert.
The princes twitched. Even the princes who were not familiar with Mo Hen and the princes of Yinglan were the same. Why did this girl have such indifferent eyes? It was not cold, but it was also frightening. It seemed like a tiny color of ink.
The ocean, covered with something, could not be seen clearly, but it also made people not have the courage to explore. They began to have some interest in her.
Bingdi and others felt distressed. Did the punishment for Mo Hen was too severe, making her so indifferent? Did they do something wrong?
Jiulanshu of the Night Tribe was also distressed, but there was a little excitement in his eyes. Finally, I found you, Mo'er!
Qingxue and others were puzzled. What did Xiao Mo experience? Why is he so indifferent and so... sad...