"Reveal!"
"Reveal!"
At the concert site, the appeals like a tide were clearly transmitted to countless audiences across the country through the live broadcast room of the concert. The live broadcast room was happy to broadcast these appeals and it was more than nine o'clock in the evening, and most people had free time, for that they had also used their own methods to interact with the audience, as a result, the bullet screen had completely covered the live broadcast, and there was no room left.
"Do you want to know the true identity of this mysterious dancer?" Xu Ninggong, who had changed clothes and appeared in a classical palace dress, walked to the middle of the stage and stood with the mysterious dancer, and the shouts of revealing the face gradually stopped. Since Xu Ninggong did not prepare for the next song and she had taken the decision to interact with the audience for a while.
It will definitely be revealed.
"I guess he is Lang Han!"
"Gong Gong is really interesting. Let's guess who Lang Han is."
The audience below almost laughed and hurt their stomachs. Why has Xu Ninggong been changed so much? Is this a guess?
This was like no one could lock the 100-meter sprint at 9 seconds 58 except Bolt, just like no one could imitate Vitas' high pitch. Lang Han, the famous international dance master, of course, had a very strong personal style that no one could imitate, but Xu Ninggong smiled and handed a microphone to the mysterious dancer next to her: "Mysterious guest, what do you think about the audience's consensus that you are Lang Han?"
Taking the microphone, the mysterious dancer had made a nerve-wracking movement, but because of the mask, the audience couldn't see his expression, and of course, he had no expression.
"I say I'm not Lang Han, do you believe it?" There was an electronically synthesized voice that could not be distinguished if it was man or woman, and the audience was taken aback. Under what circumstances she had used this, why was she still playing with the mystery and used the computer to process the sound?
"Are you going to allow me to remove your mask or not? I'm in front of you, and can take it off." The already impatient audience could hardly bear it.
"Well, in order to prove I am not Lang Han, I will do a dance that Lang Han can't do at all."
The mood of the audience improved in an instant. They liked Lang Han's dance more than Lang Han, and this had made a sense to the mystery.
Whether it was the live audience or the audience in the live broadcast room, many of them had come specifically for Lang Han. On weekdays, Lang Han was a very low-key person, and the audience had never seen Lang Han dance other than folk dance.
"Hurry up, I can't wait."
"Forgive me, organizer. I can invite Lang Han to dance another dance. This is definitely a historical breakthrough. Would you like to introduce us to another style of dance?" Xu Ninggong had also pretended to be surprised, and then quickly stepped back and gave the stage to the mysterious dancer.
"Loading action program 02…"
"The program is loaded, it will run after tens of seconds, ten… nine…"
"Then do some hip-hop for everyone!" The mysterious dancer suddenly raised his fingers and said into the microphone: "Give me some more dynamic dance!"
"What's the situation?"
"Is this so familiar?"
Before the audience had time, they had reacted to the sudden change in the dancing style, and the sound of dance music that everyone was familiar with came out from the surround sound.
"Isn't this "Seve"?"
From abroad to domestic, dance background music was very popular among young people, the very rhythmic percussion music made the audience uncontrollably shake it.
"Three, two, one! The program runs!"
The mysterious dancer on the stage began dancing to the music on the spot like it was shocked by an electric shock, his hands were swinging, his feet seemed to be running, and he seemed to be happily stepping on the invisible beat on the ground, but no matter how he was beating, the position of his body remained the same, it was similar to Jackson's space-walk, it was also similar to a shuffle dance. Every time he stepped, he seemed to step on the hearts of the audience, causing the audience to follow inexplicable restlessness.
"It's over, I can't control my body anymore."
"I'm about to jump up from the wheelchair, who will hold me down?"
"Mom asked me why I was dancing while typing? I said I couldn't control myself."
The strong appeal caused the audience around the stage and watching the live broadcast room to follow the steps of the mysterious dancer with their feet involuntarily, just like the past.
Not hurriedly. It's okay.
The golden mask dancer had become a beating note, and the cloth strips on the white dance clothes became feathers that throbbed the heartstrings. The audience had jumped, and the audience in the live room followed suit, shaking their legs or twisting their waists, even the reporters at the scene shook their heads, this was the charm of dance, this was the appeal of top masters.
When the accompaniment had gradually fallen and the mysterious dancer had returned to his original position, the audience was going crazy. Who is here? The Asian dancer king Gu Zhao?
This brisk rhythm made people suspected that the dancer steps that had a problem with the cerebellar motor system were for the best Asian dancer Gu Zhao? But Gu Zhao had never been able to dance Lang Han's graceful and sad dance.
Na Lang Han… Could he jump the cheerful rhythm of Gu Zhao? Oh sure yes, hasn't he already jumped just now?
"News, Tianda News. Lang Han actually did hip-hop, and he was as good as King of Asian Dancers Gu Zhao."
"This is a world-class dance master. From now on, I am a big fan of Lang Han."
"It's so cool, Xu Ninggong's concert has become a feast of music and dance."
"Wait on everyone, the news headlines will definitely explode tomorrow, and the Asian dance king Gu Zhaosi will definitely cry because the world dance king robbed him of his job."
"How is this dance?" The mysterious dancer picked up the microphone again and used a synthetic electronic channel: "Lang Han can't dance my style of dance, right?"
"Haha~ Lang Han, you not only dance well, but you also speak well in cross-talk."
"Lang Han, I love you."
At the concert, no one answered his question at all, and all of them were excited and expressed their inner admiration.
"Do you want to know who the mysterious guest is?"
Under the spotlight, Xu Ninggong, as if walking out of the painting, showed a charming smile: "Then we, with the warmest applause, invite our mysterious guest to take off the mask!"
The audience had instantly boiled, knowing in their hearts that it was Lang Han's return, and it was another thing to remove the mask, this meant that Lang Han would throw away all pretense and appeared before them as a world-class dance master.
The voices of the audience had boiled completely, even if we left the stadium and walked onto the busy road, we could still hear it clearly.
"Whh~hh~hh~hh~"
When the audience's boiling sound had reached the top level, the dazzling lights on the stage went out one by one, and finally, the stage became completely dark.
