That night, Lin Yuan went to bed relatively early.
He didn’t wait specifically for the rankings update.
It was only after he got up in the morning that he heard the news from his excited family.
He and Zhong Continent’s dancer ranked tenth on the dance chart, Wan Yi, both had their names highlighted?
He took the initiative to manage the stage effects for Qin Continent not just for a friend; he originally had the idea of leveraging the show’s popularity to make a big impact on the dance rankings.
If successful, it would be a win-win.
Unexpectedly, there was a bit of a result so quickly.
By the afternoon, Zheng Jing’s call suddenly came: "You heard about the dance chart, right? You and Zhong Continent team’s stage effect leader Wan Yi have their names highlighted, aren’t you going to take advantage of this momentum?"
Lin Yuan: "Who’s the opponent next round?"
Zheng Jing: "We drew lots this morning, the opponent next round is Qi Continent."
Lin Yuan actually hoped to meet Zhong Continent, so he could face Wan Yi directly.
Zheng Jing laughed: "You want to have a face-off with Zhong Continent, huh? Don’t be too disappointed; you’ll face them sooner or later. For now, let’s determine the plan for the next competition. There’s a small adjustment in the rules, and the theme for our next round against Qi Continent has been unified by the program group."
"Meaning love songs?"
"Yes, love songs are the easiest to write, but it’s hard to stand out. Luckily, I have some stock, some of which are quite good. Why don’t you help me choose which one would be convenient for you to choreograph?"
Zheng Jing sent Lin Yuan five music samples, with roughly written lyrics.
Lin Yuan immediately listened to them once; some had a lively rhythm, while others focused on melody with a melancholic feeling.
Though all were love songs, they still differed greatly in style, as relationships between lovers have different stages of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.
Upon hearing the fifth song, Lin Yuan’s eyes lit up:
"The fifth one is the best."
"Hahaha, I knew you’d choose this one. It’s also currently my most satisfied work; I’ve decided on the arrangement using string plucking combined with a synthesized main melody, and the song is called ’Far and Near.’ We’re settled on this. Do you have any ideas for choreography?"
"Alright, a lament song."
"Who’s the collaborating singer?"
"One of your harem members, Zhao Ying Ge."
"Not harem; it’s Yu Dynasty."
"Okay, got it, got it. Not Yu Dynasty, it’s harem."
Holding his phone, Lin Yuan showed an expectant expression.
Tango is one of the types of ballroom dance.
Ballroom dance comes in many forms, whether on Earth or Blue Star.
And tango was what Lin Yuan could think of, the dance most suitable for Zheng Jing’s song.
The most, most, most important part is:
Blue Star ballroom dance doesn’t have the tango type!
Teaching others to dance tango isn’t particularly hard; this dance is much simpler than the Peacock Dance. However, considering special circumstances, it’s better to lead personally and dance with Zhao Ying Ge, right?
After all, it’s a couple’s ballroom dance.
It would be strange if the singer didn’t participate.
With this in mind, Lin Yuan called Zhao Ying Ge.
Excited upon receiving Lin Yuan’s call, Zhao Ying Ge was inexplicably thrilled.
Lin Yuan directly asked: "You seem to have some dance foundation, right?"
Zhao Ying Ge immediately replied: "Of course, I came from a talent show background and studied dance for several years, though I haven’t practiced much in recent years."
"Having the foundation will do."
"Ah? Do I have to dance next time? I can’t do it!"
Suspecting Lin Yuan wanted her to dance, Zhao Ying Ge momentarily panicked: "I can’t do it at all! Although I can dance, compared to professionals like Yun Tingtong, I’m really not professional at all. Besides, my interest in dance is just mediocre."
"Then I’ll dance with Yun Tingtong."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!"
Zhao Ying Ge stammered: "The representative will also dance?"
Lin Yuan, puzzled: "It’s a double collaboration ballroom dance."
Zhao Ying Ge’s pupils shook, taking a deep breath:
"I can, I can, Representative, you might not know, but I actually have great talent for dancing, maybe a fifty-fifty with Yun Tingtong. Besides, I’m the singer, singing and dancing are definitely better. Anyway, this dance must only be performed by me! Please, Representative, please, help the child. I have a dream, a dance dream!"
Such great lung capacity.
She said it all in one breath without using any punctuation.
But where did you get this dance dream? Didn’t you just swear you were not interested in dance? Did something change to make you feel confident again?
Though unsure why Zhao Ying Ge suddenly regained confidence, this indeed seems better, for the charm of tango lies not in the technicality of the dance.
That’s how it was settled.
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