Han Lan's body coordination is not bad, and is even better than that of many people, but due to his fighting habit, his dancing is easily biased towards killing moves. It's like cutting vegetables with a Nepalese army knife, but there is no kitchen knife.

So easy.

Xiao Yuchen was the only one who had the patience to help him correct each movement. Of course, it could not be ruled out that it was because he wanted to show his good temper in front of the camera. After the class, she was very tired, but she still had to keep smiling in front of the camera.

After dinner, it was already dark.

Han Lan returned to the practice room and turned on the light, but there was no one inside either.

At this point, the trainees are either applying facial masks for maintenance, or brushing their scarves and interacting with fans. Basically no one will come here after a tiring day.

Looking at the mirror in front of him, Xiao Yuchen's figure seemed to appear in it. He silently turned on his mobile phone to play music, and continued to correct his movements one by one according to the figure in the mirror.

"Dance is not for killing people..."

"I am an idol trainee now, not a mercenary..."

He has been working hard to integrate into this new world and new life. Many people think that mercenaries are handsome and dashing, but this is based on the daily fear of licking blood from the tip of a knife. If he can live a stable and comfortable life

Who is willing to risk their lives in this life?

But now, God has given him this chance to start over.

He cherishes this opportunity.

Another figure seemed to appear in the mirror. Han Lan, who was wearing desert camouflage and holding a sniper rifle, stood aside and looked at him with a sneer.

"You are used to the feeling of adrenaline surges when you are desperate. This kind of life is too boring for you."

"Are you in charge?"

"Shanfeng, I am you and you are me. Which one of us follows which one?"

Han Lan ignored him and followed the rhythm of the music tightly, keeping every move in mind.

"Admit it, Shanfeng, the best job for you is to kill people, not to sing and dance here to make those idiotic audiences happy. Think about it, how long has it been since you woke up? More than two months! Just over two months.

How much strength have you regained over time?"

"Eighty percent! Hahaha, Shanfeng, this body seems to be more suitable for killing than in our previous life. Don't you think this is the thief God is hinting at you?" He smiled and handed the gun over, "Touch yours.

Baby?"

Han Lan glanced at it and didn't want to stop dancing.

"Is it so ruthless? You have already killed nine hundred and ninety-nine people with it. Don't you think it's a pity to kill one more to round up the whole number?"

"call"

The fist wind is roaring!

Han Lan trembled and suppressed her inner strength. She was slightly stuck and couldn't keep up with the rhythm, and the dance slowed down by half a beat.

"Think about the pleasure of the bullet lifting the Tianling cover? Don't you miss it?"

"Hey, Shanfeng, do you still remember how we were sent to this damn place? Those American soldiers really can't afford to lose. If they can't fight with their guns, we'll call for artillery fire."

"Shanfeng, are you willing? Can you swallow this breath?"

"call"

The boxing wind roars again!

Han Lan's breathing became a little confused, and she tried hard to adjust her emotions, but she couldn't keep up with the dance, and there was a chaos.

The door of the practice room was opened from the outside, Xiao Yuchen's figure disappeared in the mirror, and Han Lan's dance also stopped. After practicing for how long, beads of sweat already appeared on his forehead.

"Hey, where are you practicing dance?" Bai Yu walked in with a smile and walked straight through the shadow of Han Lan in camouflage uniform.

Han Lan silently turned off the music and ignored him.

"I just watched you dancing outside, haha, it was a complete mess."

"Shanfeng, listen, this bitch is mocking you! Can you bear this?" The shadow suddenly flashed to Han Lan's side and encouraged: "Break his neck, and then let's go back to North Africa."

Bai Yu obviously didn't know how dangerous his current situation was. He still hugged his arms and looked disgusted: "I saw it during the personal talent show. You have no dance foundation at all. And I heard that you tired Xiao Yuchen very much today.

?”

"Haha, you dare to come to the show after practicing for two and a half weeks. I advise you to quit and go back and practice for another two years. If you go on stage like this now, you will only make jokes and even hurt others."

"Shanfeng, kill him! There are only two of you in the practice room now. After killing him, you still have at least three or four hours to escape. With your strength, you can escape outside the country smoothly."

Han Lan narrowed her eyes slightly and clenched her fists quietly.

Bai Yu had no idea and continued: "For a boy band, dance skills are more important than music skills. No matter how good you are at singing, you can't make it if you can't dance. Staying here is just a waste of your own time and a waste of your mentor."

I hope you can have some self-awareness and quit the competition as soon as possible."

"What are you still hesitating about? Kill him quickly!"

Han Lan was silent for a moment, her frown suddenly relaxed, and she said calmly: "I don't need others to make choices for me."

"You!" Bai Yu and Xuying both pointed at him angrily.

Han Lan shrugged and turned around to face the mirror, ready to dance again.

"I have never seen such a shameless person like you!"

"Thank you for the compliment. If nothing happens, you should go back and rest early."

"You care about me? The practice room is not owned by your family! What? You are the only one who can practice dancing here?" Bai Yu snorted coldly, then stood next to Han Lan and also faced the mirror.

Han Lan glanced at him, ignored him, and played the music again.

The two started dancing to the music.

Bai Yu is worthy of being in Class A, and his dancing skills are obviously much better than Han Lan's. He also just learned the dance today, and he can dance almost as well as Xiao Yuchen, and he can definitely perform on stage!

"Are you a wave?" Bai Yu looked at Han Lan in the mirror and couldn't help complaining, "It's a bit harsh on the eyes."

"..."

"If you dance like this in class tomorrow, Xiao Yuchen will be mad at you."

"..."

"Move a little smaller!"

"..."

"Don't step so hard! You're going to break the floor!"

"..."

"Snapshot!"

"..."

"Oh my god, why don't you quit? Do you want to piss me off?"

"..."

"Twist your waist, but don't move your butt! Are you sunset red?"

"..."

"Follow my beat, one, two, three, four..."

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The next day.

"One, two, three, four... Han Lan, follow my beat, don't rush!" Xiao Yuchen still stood at the front and led them to practice dance.

Han Lan's performance in the mirror is obviously much better than yesterday, at least the strong wind will not blow behind her.

"Very good. It seems that my teaching to you yesterday was not in vain. Han Lan dances much better today."

"Haha, thank you teacher."
Chapter completed!