"Reveal your face!"
"Reveal your face!"
At the concert site, the tide-like shouts were clearly transmitted to countless audiences all over the country through the live broadcast of the concert.
The live broadcast was free to watch, and it was more than nine o 'clock in the evening. Most people had free time.
They also used their own ways to interact with the audience at the scene.
The barrage of the unveiling has completely covered the live broadcast screen, leaving no room for it.
"Do you want to know the true identity of this mysterious dancer?" Xu Ninggong, who changed into a classical palace dress, walked to the middle of the stage and stood with the mysterious dancer.
The shouts of unveiling gradually stopped. Since Xu Ninggong did not prepare for the next song, it means that she has to interact with the audience for a while first.
He will definitely reveal his face.
"I guess he is Lang Han!"
"Ninggong is really interesting. Let's guess who Lang Han is."
The audience below almost laughed until their stomachs hurt. How did Xu Ninggong become so stupid? Is there a need to guess?
Just like no one can lock the 100-meter dash in 9.58 seconds except Bolt, just like no one can imitate Vitas' high-pitched voice. The internationally famous dance master, Lang Han, of course, also has a very strong personal style that no one can imitate.
Xu Ninggong smiled and handed a microphone to the mysterious dancer next to her.
"Mysterious guest, what do you think of the audience's unanimous agreement that you are Lang Han?"
Taking the microphone, the mysterious dancer made a nerve-racking action.
Because of the mask, the audience couldn't see his expression, and of course, he had no expression.
"If I say I am not Lang Han, would you believe me?" An electronic synthetic voice that couldn't even be distinguished between men and women came, and the audience was stunned again.
What's the situation? At this point, how can you still play with mystery and use a computer to process the voice?
"Are you going to take off your mask or not? If you don't, I'll go up and grab it?" The audience who was already impatient couldn't stand it anymore.
"Well, in order to prove that I am not Lang Han, I will dance a dance for everyone that Lang Han can't dance at all."
The mood of the audience instantly improved. Compared to the mysterious Lang Han, they preferred Lang Han's dance.
Whether it is the audience at the scene or the audience in the live broadcast room, many of them came specifically for Lang Han. On weekdays, Lang Han is a very low-key person, and the audience has never seen Lang Han dance other than the national dance.
"Hurry up and jump, I can't wait any longer."
"Forgive the organizer. It's definitely a historical breakthrough to be able to invite Lang Han to dance another dance. I'll admit it no matter how mystifying it is."
"You know other dances?" Xue Ninggong also pretended to be surprised. Then she quickly stepped back and gave the stage to the mysterious dancer.
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"Then let's do a street dance for everyone!" The mysterious dancer suddenly raised his finger and said to the microphone, "Give me a more dynamic dance!"
"What's the situation?"
"This Soaring Finger is so familiar?"
Before the audience had time to react to the sudden change in style, the familiar dance music came out of the surround sound system.
Isn't this "Sex VE"?
From abroad to within the country, it was a very popular dance background music among young people.
The very rhythmic percussion music made the audience unable to help but shake along with it.
Three, two, one!
Program running!
The mysterious dancer on the stage began to jump with the music in place as if he had been electrocuted.
His hands swayed, his feet seemed to be running, and he seemed to be cheerfully stepping on the invisible beat on the ground. But no matter how he jumped, the position of his body remained the same.
It was similar to Jackson's moonwalk and shuffle dance. Every time he took a step, it was as if he was stepping on the hearts of the audience, making the audience inexplicably restless.
"It's over, I can't control my body."
"I'm going to jump up from the wheelchair, who's going to hold me down?"
"My mother asked me why I was dancing and typing at the same time? I said I couldn't control it. "
The strong appeal made the audience around the stage and watching the live broadcast room, as if they had been electrocuted, involuntarily follow the steps of the mysterious dancer with their feet.
Neither too fast nor too slow.
Neither too fast nor too slow.
The golden mask became a beating note, and the cloth strips on the white dance costume became feathers that tickled the heartstrings. The audience followed the dance, and the audience in the live broadcast room followed, either shaking their legs or twisting their waists.
Even the reporters at the scene were shaking their heads as well.
This is the charm of dance, this is the appeal of a top master.
When the accompaniment gradually fell, and the mysterious dancer returned to his original position, the audience was going crazy.
What is this situation?
Asian Dance King Gu Zhaosi?
Isn't this kind of brisk rhythm, which makes people doubt that there is a problem with their cerebellar movement system, the Asian Dance King Gu Zhaosi's specialty?
But Gu Zhaosi can never dance the beautiful and sad dance of Lang Han.
Then Lang Han …
Can he jump out of Gu Zhaosi's cheerful rhythm?
Yes!
Didn't Lang Han just jump!
"News, big news. Lang Han actually danced a street dance, and he danced as well as the Asian Dance King. "
"This is a world-class dance master. From now on, I will be a hardcore fan of Lang Han."
"It's so cool, Xue Ninggong's concert has become a feast of music and dance."
"Everyone wait, tomorrow's news headlines will definitely explode, and the Asian Dance King Gu Zhaosi will definitely cry because the World Dance King has taken his job."
"How was this dance?" The mysterious dancer picked up the microphone again and said in a synthetic electronic voice, "Lang Han can't dance my style of dance, can he?"
"Haha ~ Lang Han, you not only dance well, but also crosstalk well."
"Lang Han, I love you."
At the concert, no one answered his question at all. They all looked excited and expressed their inner admiration.
"Do you want to know who the mysterious guest is?"
Under the spotlight, Xue Ninggong, who seemed to have come out of a painting, showed a charming smile: "Then we will use the warmest applause to invite our mysterious guest to take off his mask!"
The audience was boiling in an instant, knowing that it was one thing for Lang Han to return, and another thing for the mask to be taken off.
This meant that Lang Han would throw away all disguises and appear in front of them as a world-class dance master.
The audience's voices were completely boiling, and even if they left the stadium and walked to the busy road, they could still be heard clearly.
"Shua ~ shua ~ shua ~ shua ~"
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