"This..." Kim Jong-ki continued to speak in silence.

Applause, even warmer applause.

Judging from this situation, Song Baojun actually made the big star Kim Jong-ki speechless.

Lin Zhenxian's beautiful big eyes stayed on Song Baojun and said with a smile: "I agree with Mr. Song's statement."

Jin Zhongji's face turned from red to blue, from blue to white. He gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly stood up and said, "Mr. Song, do I have talent? You don't have to show your verbal benefits here. If you really have the courage, we can compare it."

"How to compare?"

"We will cooperate on stage for the performances of the two contestants on stage and do not participate in the ratings. The other judges will judge. Whoever gets a high score in cooperation with the contestants' performances will win. Those who lose will shut up!" Jin Zhongji pointed at Song Baojun's nose and gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "Do you dare?"

"Wow!"

The audience was sensational. The judges including Tu Fen and An Xujun and Wei Mingliang were also amused and crying. Unexpectedly, the quarrel between the two was full of gunpowder and evolved into a challenge again. It is unknown what impact the continuation of the violin duel will have.

Media reporters were particularly excited and trembled. It has been a long time since there was a big big news in the entertainment industry, which is very worthy of hype! Most of them followed from the Golden Hall and have seen Song Baojun's violin performance level, so they are particularly looking forward to it.

The majority of students here think that Song Baojun is competing with Jin Zhongji for talent. Although you are good at speaking, speaking and doing things are obviously not the same way.

Some people speak well and are clumsy when doing things. This is the truth that the so-called "high-mindedness is low-minded".

Those female fans had long hoped that Jin Zhongji could teach the arrogant Song Baojun a good lesson, and they waved their hands one by one and shouted: "Oba, let him see how powerful you are! Kill Song Baojun! The shameless scum Song Baojun got out of Chazhou University!"

If there weren't security guards present, they would probably rush up collectively to fight Song Baojun with a full fist, and it would be a pity to be a disabled person.

An company leaders and school leaders both believe that the showdown between the two will have a stronger hype effect on the Star Program activities, and this is happy to see it.

Lin Zhenxian leaned over and whispered in Song Baojun's ear, saying, "Mr. Song, if you don't want to compete with him, I can help you refuse."

Song Baojun felt the heat from the girl's cherry lips gently whirling in his ears, and he couldn't help but respond in a low voice: "The melancholy in my soul is your veil. This veil is waiting to be removed from the stage."

The romantic personality still drove Song Baojun's words and deeds in his body, and the poetic language instantly hit Lin Zhenxian's soft heart. She stared at Song Baojun blankly and found that she was about to melt.

Tu Fen was confident in the talent of his proud disciples and smiled and said, "Mr. Jin, if the next two contestants perform different events, how should they distinguish them?"

Kim Jong-ki said: "That depends on luck. No matter what the contestants perform, they have to cooperate. What is tested is on-site reaction, knowledge, talent accumulation and on-site performance. If they don't cooperate well, they will fail."

The host smiled and said, "Mr. Jin's proposal sounds so interesting. The talent showdown between the two judges and the contestants is full of expectations. Do you like it if you like it?"

The audience shouted: "I like it!"

The staff of the organizing committee in the backstage briefly discussed with the contestants who were about to appear and agreed to the judges' cooperation with their performance. The two contestants felt very lucky, excited and couldn't hold on, so they nodded and agreed immediately.

If you can play on the same stage with the judges, no matter how good the performance is, there will definitely be bonus points. For their sake, other judges will be almost impossible not to give a high score.

The remaining contestants also expressed envy to the two contestants.

Amid the warm applause of all the audience, Kim Jong-ki and No. 9 appeared together.

The No. 9 contestant is Wang Yin, a girl from the Art Academy’s dance major. She is not beautiful and is only 1.58 meters tall, but her body proportions are almost perfect. Her waist, legs, hands, and weight are like classic sculptures in the hands of masters of the Renaissance, which are the highest standards of people’s aesthetics.

"Hello, judges, I'm Wang Yin." The girl said with a smile: "My program was originally planned to be a solo dance, but after Oppa decided to take the stage, I had a new idea."

"I look forward to your performance and perfect cooperation." An Xujun said.

The girl and Kim Jong-ki whispered a few words, reached a consensus with each other, made a gesture to the backstage, and the music started.

The tango dance music "say" is as passionate and unrestrained as ever. The deep cello and lively violin are intertwined in the accompaniment of the piano.

Jin Zhongji grabbed Wang Yin's wrist with one hand and shook it gently. Wang Yin circled forward and rolled it out, her body was elegant, and her legs were as vague as clouds on the top of a mountain.

Jin Zhongji's arm was retracted again, and Wang Yin hovered back to his arms.

Screams followed, and many fans danced and seemed to see Kim Jong-ki reaching the top of the world.

Several judges looked at each other and saw the appreciation in each other's eyes. Unexpectedly, Kim Jong-ki acted well, played the violin well, and tango dance was so professional.

Some people gloated and looked at Song Baojun, feeling that no matter what he did, he could not surpass Oppa. Failure was destined at this moment.

Jin Zhongji held Wang Yin's waist with one hand and raised it upside down, then rolled down 720 degrees. Jin Zhongji gently caught her again, grabbed her wrist and swung it up. During the whole process, Wang Yin's body was in the air without any contact with the ground.

The audience burst into applause, so handsome!

This is a very difficult movement in tango dance, which requires the cooperation of the two dancers in a very tacit way. If you are not careful, you may fall your companion to a paralysis on the ground.

It was only the first time that Jin Zhongji and Wang Yincai worked together and made such a thrilling move, but there was only one reason: that is, their basic skills are extremely profound, beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Wang Yin is 1.58 meters tall and weighs only 85 kilograms. The strong Jin Zhongji can lift her up easily without any effort.

The two cooperated without interruption and stared at each other affectionately, but from time to time, they quickly turned their heads and looked around, as if they were wary of their misbehaving lovers.

The dance steps are gorgeous and elegant, enthusiastic and wild, and endlessly varied, and the music is fully interpreted.

Even Song Baojun, who had a tricky taste, was moved and followed the public to gently pat his hands.

Lin Zhenxian was absent-minded and watched the performance for a long time and suddenly said, "Mr. Song, I understand what you mean."

"how?"

"It is the melancholy in your soul that is my veil..." Lin Zhenxian's pretty face turned slightly red, her heart accelerated, and she chuckled: "My veil is willing to take it off for you at any time."

Song Baojun was picking up the mineral water on the table and pouring it into his mouth. He heard this and choked his chest so much that he was covered with water droplets and coughed continuously.

Lin Zhenxian hurriedly leaned forward, and gently massaged Mr. Song’s chest with his white and tender little hands, and said worriedly: “Drink slowly!”

"I... cough! cough cough!" Song Baojun's face turned red with a choke and was out of breath.

Lin Zhenxian took out a small handkerchief and wiped the water droplets from the corner of his mouth.

Jin Zhongji was whipping Wang Yin's slender waist with one hand and making a beautiful spin, preparing to give Song Baojun on the judges a provocative look.

Suddenly, he saw the goddess Lin Zhenxian rubbing Song Baojun's chest like a young wife. Jin Zhongji's breath suddenly ejaculated like a pierced balloon.

His hands were so soft that Wang Yin flew out of his hand, and the small skirt around his waist was spread like an umbrella, and the circling posture was gracefully shattered.

"Wow..." The audience was amazed.

Jin Zhongji was shocked. He was going to put his companion back to the ground, but unexpectedly he made the opposite action because of his mistake. This was an accidental performance accident. Wang Yin was thrown in mid-air and was more than two meters away from the ground. The consequences of falling down were unimaginable.

At work, a height of two meters is defined as "high altitude", which is a very dangerous environment, and is enough to kill people and break them.

However, the audience did not know that they had an accident, but instead thought that it was a thrilling action deliberately. They were extremely excited and screamed like killing a pig.

Kim Jong-ki was sweating profusely and reacted instantly, pounced forward, spread his legs and split them into a difficult split leg, which was in a straight line parallel to the ground.

With a "hiss", the crotch stitches were torn open, revealing the cartoon shorts inside.

Jin Zhongji was sweating profusely and had no time to care about it. He held Wang Yin's body upward with his hands, then suddenly twisted his waist and relieved the pressure caused by the sharp drop. With all his strength, the two of them twisted and stood up steadily.

"Crash..." The audience applause was so exciting, so perfect!

Jin Zhongji clamped his legs tightly with his crotch and held Wang Yin's hand and bowed to the audience.

"A wonderful performance, two outstanding actors." Yan Luohan walked up to the front stage and said, "Thank you Jin Zhongji and Wang Yin, thank you for the visual feast they brought us. The following is the scoring session, Teacher Tu Fen, how do you think they perform?"

"The last action, dangerous, intense, and enthusiastic, broke through my imagination. Full score, ten." Tu Fen said.

The other judges expressed their admiration and gave extremely high comments to Kim Jong-ki.

Jin Zhongji wanted to pass a microphone and said, "Son Baojun, what do you think? Sorry, I don't accept malicious comments."

The female fans were making noise and threw all the dirty words in the dictionary on Song Baojun's head.

Song Baojun gently pushed away Lin Zhenxian, who wanted to be tired of his arms, and said, "The movements were done well, the dance was clever, and the cooperation was very tight. It was a perfect performance even in international professional competitions, 10. But..."

"But what?" Kim Jong-ki asked unconsciously.

"The crotch is torn, and the shorts are all out! Nine points are deducted!" Song Baojun shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, I can only give one point! Because your shorts are so ugly!"
Chapter completed!