The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

The training base implements an apartment system, so Song Jiu and five other people live in the same apartment. The apartment is very spacious, and everyone has a separate bedroom, so it is not crowded.

When Song Jiu limped to the apartment, laughter and slapstick could be heard inside. It seemed harmonious on the surface, but the moment he walked in, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

There was only silence.

They each sat back down, fiddling with something as if nothing had happened, pretending to be busy, as if they hadn't seen the living person Song Jiu.

There has never been a precedent for joining a new class in the training base, and Song Jiu is the first one in history.

Those who can enter the Huanyu headquarters basically have some background, but background alone is not enough.

They have gone through countless hardships and passed through layers of selections to stand out, and then they are qualified to be assigned to be trained and polished under the chief instructor.

The person in front of me did not check anything, and simply parachuted directly into the optimal class.

Naturally, the other roommates couldn't stand this new trainee.

The physical exhaustion prevented Song Jiu from noticing anything was wrong. He just wanted to rest quickly. He nodded in the direction of his roommates and returned to his bedroom.

It wasn't until a slight slam of the door was heard from upstairs that the atmosphere in the hall became lively.

"Tsk, it's different when you have a backstage. He has a cold temperament and is too lazy to talk to us. He is probably a young master with a good relationship who came to experience the feeling of being a star on a whim."

"Someone was born in Rome. Why is it so embarrassing? If you have the ability, why don't you airborne?"

"My manager is Zheng Yang, a gold medal manager in the entertainment industry. The resources in his hands are unimaginably rich. With the resources, he is willing to come and train hard."

"It's not like someone who can't bear the pressure on his legs every day..."

"you!"

The conversation ended unhappily.

When Song Jiu woke up the next morning, his whole body ached, especially his inner thighs.

Because he was a transfer student, his progress fell behind a lot, so he could only stand aside and watch the others train. The postures of the other five people were professional and standard, and there was no fault in them.

Song Jiu was a little ashamed as he danced gracefully. He felt that he was not very good.

It's like a newbie who sneaks into a group of big guys.

"Stop! What are you dancing about? It's uneven. You don't hold back where you should, and you don't exert strength where you should. It's so soft. Didn't you eat?"

There was a coldness in the pearl-like voice.

Gu Qianzhi scolded him coldly, criticizing the results of the five people's hard work for a long time as worthless.

Even though I danced very well, I was still criticized and lectured.

The requirements are so strict.

Song Jiu was a little scared for no reason.

"Watch me demonstrate."

Gu Qianzhi took off his jacket. The moment he entered the state, his whole aura changed. He was elegant and majestic. He was worthy of being the chief instructor. He was well-controlled, vigorous and powerful, and every movement was done just right.

One more point is too strong, one point less is lack of agility.

Song Jiu stood aside, truly seeing what it meant to be as graceful as a startling dragon, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

The man has a slender figure, and his movements show strong explosive power and ultimate control. He has profound skills. Even after the entire dance, his breathing did not change and his breath was steady.

The last action ended gracefully, and those glazed eyes looked over, with a coldness and alienation in them, giving Song Jiu a bad feeling.

as predicted.

"Come and try it." Gu Qianzhi waved to the young man beside him.

In his opinion, the dance was already perfect, but it still failed to meet the instructor's requirements. Can he do this half-hearted way?

Song Jiu came over, looking a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, just try your best. As long as you can dance, that's all." Perhaps seeing the young man's worry, Gu Qianzhi said calmly.

This dance is recognized in the industry as difficult to dance, and it tests the coordination and flexibility of the body. The professional level is obvious at a glance. Even professional dancers have some difficulty, let alone a newcomer.

The other five trainees didn't speak, and laughed silently in their hearts.

I'm afraid I haven't remembered a single move. It's better to give up as soon as possible and just say that I didn't remember it to save myself from embarrassment.

To everyone's surprise, the person in front of him just closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his aura changed subtly.

The young man stretched his body little by little, stood on tiptoes, and stretched out his arms. His behavior was unfamiliar and green, and he slowly but firmly completed this difficult dance.

An ethereal temperament exudes from the inside out, elegant and calm. Although the movements are not standard, the charm is imitated vividly. Generally speaking, the flaws are not concealed.

The other five trainees looked at each other, and they all saw envy and jealousy in each other's eyes.

I have to admit that this new trainee has great potential and talent.

After finishing, Song Jiu had some light sweat on his forehead.

Breathing slightly.

He looked over with anxious eyes.

"It's okay, barely passed." Seeing the young man's watery eyes dimming, Gu Qianzhi pursed his lips and said lightly, "It's good to be able to do this for the first time. You will become more proficient after practicing a few more times."

Song Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on his lips: "Thank you, teacher, I will try my best."

Gu Qianzhi nodded calmly and continued to correct the actions of others one by one.

Before I knew it, today's training was over.

There were only two people left in the spacious training room.

Song Jiu pinched his fingers, consciously walked to the corner and started to press his legs. With his previous experience, he bent down easily this time.

The boy's legs were straight, and his legs were in perfect contact with the wall. He turned his head slightly, his face turning red from pain.

He narrowed his eyes and panted slightly, exhaling like a orchid.

The sound of slight breathing was particularly clear in the training room.

Gu Qianzhi lowered his eyes. His throat felt dry for some reason. On the grounds that his movements were not standard, he personally sat on the young man's lower back and gradually exerted force on his hands.

"It hurts, it hurts, teacher, please stop pressing me, wuwu, it hurts so much, wu..." The boy immediately cried out as if he couldn't bear it anymore, "Obviously they weren't pressing their legs when they were pressing them, why should I be pressed? "

The fingers with clear joints have been lingering on his waist, pressing back from time to time. Song Jiu never knew that his waist was so sensitive, and his body would tremble every time he pressed it.

"You are far behind in your homework, so the requirements are naturally more stringent than theirs in order to catch up." The man's voice was cold, without any emotion.

That's right, it will pass if you endure it.

Song Jiu thought like this, closing his lips tightly and not letting himself cry out no matter how painful his body was.

The training room became quiet. There was no soft groan of pain. It always felt like something was missing. Gu Qianzhi felt inexplicably unhappy. He thought to himself and suddenly exerted force on his hand.

The young man was unprepared and almost cried out in pain, but he swallowed back the scream that filled his throat.

No, I have to hold back and not upset Teacher Gu.

Song Jiuliang burst into tears, took a deep breath, and relaxed his body again.

After that, no matter how hard Gu Qianzhi exerted his strength, the young man lying on the ground did not make any sound.

Two hours later, Song Jiu was sore all over. He felt even more painful than the first time. Even after stretching, he had to hold on to the wall when walking.

Perhaps out of exhaustion, he bumped into a solid wall of flesh at the corner and was about to fall down.

A strong arm blocked his waist, and a low magnetic voice sounded above his head.

"Are you ok?"