"Teacher..." Zhou An looked at Liao Xuebing blankly, and finally stopped talking but said nothing.

...About ten years later, he won the championship of five consecutive international dance competitions, with countless awards. He was known as the "genius of the century", which attracted countless girls to be crazy about it. He claimed that his dance posture was superb and could defeat everything. The dance prince Zhou An, who was born a miracle, stood quietly on the podium of the Berlin Stadium and looked down at all.

Holding the lifelong achievement trophy awarded to him by the President of the International Dance Federation, this huge and exquisite trophy is carved from a whole piece of impurity-free crystal, covered with diamonds and gold, and is a symbol of madness for all dance enthusiasts. At this moment, he became the authority and emperor of the dance world.

After hugging and shook hands with the chairman, hundreds of reporters flocked to the flashing flash and the screams of the audience. A reporter reached out to the microphone and asked, "Mr. Zhou, do you feel what you have achieved success at this moment?"

Zhou An showed his always confident and charming smile and white teeth and said: "Of course, thanks to the International Dance Federation and all those who care about me and love me."

Another reporter said: "Mr. Zhou, you seemed to be a mystery ten years ago. Can you talk about who led you on the road of dancing?"

Zhou An suddenly fell silent, his amiable smile disappeared in an instant, and his face was full of nostalgia and yearning.

The noisy scene was silent, and everyone was looking forward to what touching words he said. Everyone noticed that his fingers were trembling slightly, as if they were very nervous and uncomfortable. A prince who could complete the dance freely and freely in the face of millions of audiences suddenly became like this, which was beyond the reach of everyone. "Yes. He must have something to say!"

"In my heart, he is my god, he is my earthly God, and all my world was created by him. For me, he is the greatest existence..." Zhou An burst into tears after saying this. The audience was shocked, and breathing sounds were everywhere. Who could make the prince who is famous in the world admire him?

"I would rather use everything I have. My honor, my reputation, my property to exchange for seeing him, and then crawl in front of him and kiss his shoes toes. Because he gave me everything, without him, I am just a dog..." Zhou An was already sobbing and knelt on the podium.

Everyone was even more surprised and said nothing. It took a long time before someone asked boldly: "Who is he?"

“If you met him ten years ago, he would have become your God.”

Time went back to December 12, 2007, ten years ago. The supreme god in Zhou An's mind, Liao Xuebing, a rogue teacher at Tulip High School, had just left the ridiculous "International Dance Center" and returned to the Moon God Manor.

Sitting on the sofa in a big way, enjoying Murong Lanluo's massage, gently pinching his shoulders with his boneless fingers and tapping his waist and back, the lightness and weight were appropriate, and he was comfortable and happy as a god. He praised: "What a good little girl, oh... go down a little further, go down..."

"Teacher, I don't know who spread the rumors, saying that you and Li Xinghua from Class 1 in 3 years... are so angry." Murong Lanluo asked suddenly.

Lao Liao has already practiced to be as calm as water in his long twenty-eight years of career. He was so calm that he could not be calmer. He said lightly: "Don't believe such rumors out of nothing. I don't even know who Li Xinghua is."

Murong Lanluo looked at him, trying to tell whether it was true or not, and finally believed in Lao Liao's sincere, pure and innocent eyes. He smiled and said, "Okay, you have made progress, and you will be rewarded with a kiss." As he said that, he leaned on Lao Liao's face, kissed his beautiful cherry lips.

"I have a friend who got married today and has to support you. You can take good care of your sister at home and ask Ai Ziying and the others to come to play at home. Don't run around, there are many bad people outside." Liao Xuebing saw that it was almost eight o'clock and was about to go to Murong Bingyu's date.

Murong Lanluo was extremely unhappy. He finally had time to spend the time with his teacher and enjoy the joy of family. He was about to leave again and said, "Would it be good for me to go with you? If you bring one more person, your friends will not have any objections. I think they usually respect you very much."

"No, no." Lao Liao quickly refused: "If you want to drink alcohol in that kind of occasion, you have to go to the bathhouse to take off all your clothes and take a shower together. It is not suitable for girls, so you can stay at home obediently."

"Hmph, I clearly find an excuse that I don't want to take me there. How can I go to the bathhouse for a wedding ceremony?"

Lao Liao had already put on his coat and slipped out.

During my passionate love, I didn’t see my girlfriend for a few days. I missed her so much that the car rushed around the streets and rushed to the "Fairy Tale Kingdom" of Xuanwu Street like a flying one.

This is a large amusement park with a wide floor area, with a wide range of projects for fun. It is a place where every child dreams of it. There are western towns, elf forests, luminous cities, mushroom towers, flower swamps, dream valleys, etc. Each scene can bring endless wonderful experiences to tourists, enjoying the antique buildings of the seventeenth century, strangely shaped fairy tale mills, big water wheels, uniquely decorated forests and rivers, interesting dwarves and beautiful elf sisters, as well as hotels and hotels, so that tourists who are still in full swing for several days in a row

Wandering here, unwilling to leave.

Since it was a cold winter night, there were not many tourists. The colorful neon lights had already lit up in the park, flashing and dazzling. Here, every day is a festival.

Liao Xuebing was parked with a car and saw Murong Bingyu waiting at the door early, wearing a big knitted red hood, two small braids, a scarf around his neck, an emerald green short-waisted jacket and water-milled jeans, and his face was extremely cute and seductive. The only thing that was unhappy was that there seemed to be a tabloid reporter holding cameras in the distance corner of the street.

"Cousin!" Murong Bingyu shouted happily, wanting to pounce on him and hug him, but remembering that their identities cannot be made public, they could only hold back their emotions and gracefully hold Lao Liao's arm and said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here at this time? Let's go buy tickets."

The ticket seller was a young woman. He recognized Murong Bingyu and immediately smiled and said, "Miss Bingyu, why do you have time to come to the fairy tale kingdom?"

She immediately saw Liao Xuebing beside Murong Bingyu and screamed: "Oh my God, isn't this a cousin? It's so unexpected, so surprised. Cousin, can you please sign an autograph for me?" While shouting, he greeted his colleagues who were selling tickets at the other window, "Look, look, it's cousin!"

"It's really my cousin!" Several young ticket sellers were so excited that their cheeks flushed, and they covered their mouths and shouted in disbelief.

The post-production of "Fengqiao" has not been completed. The promotional and hype has reached a new level under the full operation of Yintian Company. TV trailers, program interviews, newspaper topics, website highlights, actor information, and video stills, bombard the eyes of readers and audiences. Especially the taboo love between cousins, Liao Xuebing was melancholy, affectionate, vicissitudes, loss, and loneliness, which almost touched every woman who had seen that photo - of course men hate him very much.

Most wedding studios respond to the trend and specially launch "Groom's Cousin Style", dirty and shabby canvas jackets, patent-skinned old guitars, and then make-up artists mess up the groom's hair, plus stubble and lit cigarette butts, becoming every couple's favorite.

Heshui Cigarette Factory has made a lot of money because of this, and senior leaders have also considered offering high prices to make Lao Liao an image spokesperson.

The fake "Fengqiao" guitar has appeared on the market. The new guitar is deliberately broken. It is said that the sales volume is very high and is very popular among students.

The "Cousin Brand" jacket was snatched by a clothing manufacturer and was preparing to launch the latest styles when the film was premiered on New Year's Day.

Unlike all other first-class second-rate third-rate stars, Liao Xuebing has not had any fame before, has never sang songs, has never been a model, has never shown his face on TV, has never written books, has never published a photo album, and has not been released officially. It is amazing that just one photo can create such an effect.

One thing to mention is that people are already mentally following the crowd. In fact, most people don’t know Liao Xuebing, and they don’t like celebrities, but they see that their friends are smoking river cigarettes, wearing shabby canvas jackets, and holding a rotten guitar to show off. They do so as to do so. So, with the popularity of a small number of people on "Maple Bridge", it gradually becomes a trend.

When he saw someone dressed like this on the street, he might not know that there was the drama "Fengqiao". He just thought it was easier to please girls. So Lao Liao only had a market among a very small number of fanatical movie fans.

But the three ticket sellers are obviously Liao Xuebing's loyal fans. They even threw the real big star Murong Bingyu aside and asked him about his well-being, constantly exclaiming: "It's really much more charming than in the photos." "Cousin, do you have a girlfriend?" "Oh my God, his expression of non-smile smile is really cool. Compared to this, my ugly boyfriend is like a piece of feces!"

They didn't wake up until an old man with his grandson knocked on the window glass impatiently.

The signatures for them were written in a unified manner, "Murong Bingyu's cousin". Until they walked far away, they could still hear the excitement chirping.

Murong Bingyu stuck out his tongue and laughed: "I didn't expect you to be so popular, even me."

Traveling and exploring in the elf forest, eating delicious lamb roasted by chefs dressed as Alibaba in the dome tent in the lost desert, and feeling the unique barbarity of the cannibal tribe in the Stranglethorn Valley. The two of them were so happy that they lingered.

"Cousin, it's so fun here. I really don't want to leave. It's Saturday tomorrow, you don't have to attend classes. Why don't we stay here overnight? There are still many programs during the day tomorrow." Murong Bingyu was reluctant to leave.
Chapter completed!