Wang Xiao came to the Dance Academy with a very rigorous and academic exchange attitude.

After getting off the car, Wang Xiao looked around.

When he entered the school, Wang Xiao was still urging his mouth at the many handsome men and beautiful women coming and going.

Li Zixiao couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

Wang Xiao responded with emotion, "It's true that it's time to buy a car."

The woman couldn't understand it for a while, and didn't know what Wang Xiao meant.

Su Ruoxue, who was standing beside her, was already smiling and leaning back and forth.

"Assistant Professor Wang, in terms of your salary, you probably can't afford a luxury car. It's useless to drive a car worth tens of thousands of yuan to the school gate."

Now Li Zixiao also came to her senses and glared at Wang Xiao angrily and amusedly, "I have many good cars there. If you are interested, you can lend them to you."

Wang Xiao looked lonely and full of regret, "I haven't taken the driver's license yet, it's a mistake."

While chatting and joking, the three of them came to the dance classroom. There were already a group of beautiful girls dancing in dance uniforms.

Wang Xiao put his shoes on his face and sat cross-legged on the floor, and he was so interested in seeing it.

Li Zixiao and Su Ruoxue muttered for a while, and went up to chat with the girls. They looked and felt that these people knew each other, and they also pointed at Wang Xiao from time to time while talking and joking.

After a while, a group of girls came over to surround Wang Xiao.

"I heard you dance well?"

Wang Xiao waved his hand modestly, "Overall, the third in the world."

The girls were laughing, and it was obvious that they didn't really regard him as a master.

"The one I danced in the bar last time, please do it again." Li Zixiao encouraged her.

Wang Xiao shook his head repeatedly, "That is a dance to worship ancestors, how can it be used lightly?"

Li Zixiao narrowed her eyes, was it so unpretentious?

Su Ruoxue squatted down and whispered a few words in Wang Xiao's ear.

Wang Xiao turned his head and stared at her, "Keep your word?"

Su Ruoxue smiled charmingly, "If you don't believe it, forget it."

Wang Xiao immediately stood up on the floor with one hand, "I am trying to promote our Chinese traditional culture. The things of our ancestors are no worse than those from outside. Let you see the beauty of Chinese dance."

The girls sat in a circle and looked at Wang Xiao standing in the middle to prepare with a smile.

"Further shirt first!"

Su Ruoxue shouted in a trumpet-shaped hands.

Wang Xiao's face turned dark and he looked at the clothes he was "very expensive."

Li Zixiao curled her lips. She only opened many specialty stores at home, and the set of Wang Xiao was only a few hundred yuan to death.

"I'll buy you new ones and choose whatever you want."

Wang Xiao nodded, grabbed the lapel of his clothes with both hands, closed his eyes and adjusted the rhythm of his breathing.

The change in momentum has calmed down the girls who were still laughing and joking before.

After a moment, Wang Xiao opened his eyes. There was a hint of murderous aura in his eyes!

In ancient times, most of the sacrifices for ancestors were after the victory of the war. The sacrifices used for sacrifices were not just three or five animals.

"This guy is definitely not simple." Li Zixiao whispered in her best friend's ear, "He has no such momentum. I don't know what secrets are hidden in him."

Su Ruoxue stared at Wang Xiao without blinking, "It's okay, if you have contacted too much, you will know any secret."

The burst of tear open the shirt reveals a strong and perfect muscle line. The girls around him suddenly exclaimed.

The business in the gym is so good, not because men want to exercise with sweat, but because girls like to watch it.

Thick and grand, solemn and dignified.

Even without the soundtrack and dance, as Wang Xiao danced, the girls' minds were still attracted by his dance.

Unlike the popular dances of demons or soft young meat dances, the dance with a solemn sense of vicissitudes and solemn atmosphere makes everyone amazed.

Li Zixiao leaned against her best friend's shoulder and whispered, "This guy is so many young people, and he can do so well. This is not something that ordinary people can do. I think hey, have you listened to me again?"

Su Ruoxue looked at Wang Xiao with a confused look, and his saliva was almost flowing down.

As for what my best friend said, I didn't hear anything.

She likes sunny and generous boys.

After the dance, Wang Xiao relaxed his muscles and stood there to adjust his breathing.

This kind of classical dance pays great attention to the breathing rhythm, and those who cannot keep up with their physical fitness can't even jump down.

‘Smack!’

The applause rang out, but it was not the girls. It was a middle-aged teacher standing at the door of the classroom.

"Teacher Fang."

The girls hurriedly stood up to greet them. The one who came was Fang Chuan, a senior teacher from the Dance Academy.

"Young man." Fang Chuan, who was probably in his forties or fifties, had a good figure. He stepped forward to Wang Xiao and asked curiously, "I look familiar to you in this part. It's not Song or Ming, and it doesn't look like Tang. What kind of dance are you dancing?"

"Teacher Fang." Wang Xiao nodded and bowed, "It's Dawu in Zhou Leli."

Fang Chuan nodded suddenly, "No wonder, I just said it doesn't look like Tang Le, it turns out it's Zhou Le."

After clapping his hands, Fang Chuan turned to the girls and said, "Please pay attention. The young man just now danced a very unusual dance. This is the Dawu, one of the six musics used in Zhou Yue as the music of the ancestral temple and the sacrifice of ancestors."

"Dawu is a war dance with weapons in hand, praising King Wu's great martial arts in defeating Zhou. There are six sections in this set of dances in total, including team dances and solo dances. The whole dance is magnificent and magnificent. Qin Shihuang pacified the world, and only Dashao and Dawu still exist among the six generations of temple music. This is not something that ordinary people can learn."

"Young man." Fang Chuan turned around and patted Wang Xiao's strong shoulders. "You have excellent physical fitness and a very solid dance foundation. You can express the spirit of Zhanwu by one person. OK, very good. Which level are you?"

Wang Xiao scratched his chin, "I am not a student of the college, I am an assistant teacher at the college of art."

"What?" Fang Chuan obviously didn't believe it. "Drawing? Stop joking. How could those guys who like to play with pens understand the charm of dance? Their thin arms and legs, let alone dance the battle dance. They have to breathe even if they dance the sunset."

The girls laughed so hard that the industry competition was really everywhere.

Wang Xiao spread his hands helplessly, "I am really an assistant teacher at the Academy of Fine Arts. This time I came here for academic exchanges."

If he had said this before, Fang Chuan could ask the security guard to throw Wang Xiao out.

When you learn how to draw, we will communicate with each other.

But after watching Wang Xiao dance with a big martial arts, Fang Chuan's thoughts were different.

"How much salary will the Academy of Fine Arts pay you? I'll give you extra money, and you will jump to our jobs. Now there are too few young people who understand traditional culture and can still dance so well."

Wang Xiao looked embarrassed, "This is not a matter of money."

Fang Chuan nodded repeatedly, "I understand."

Turning around and signaling to the many girls around, "Look carefully."

Well, girls from the dance academy are all pretty and have a good figure. They are exciting and difficult to curse~

Li Zixiao and Su Ruoxue ran over with dark faces, clamping Wang Xiao from left to right, and even didn't want the clothes still on the ground.

The two of them knew Wang Xiao very well. When they looked at him, they knew that this guy was moved.

This time I came here to do a test, not to give out the target.

Many people in the luxury cars outside looked at the two top beauties, running out with a strong man in their bodies, and directly got on a cool Maserati.

Looking at Maserati running away like a gust of wind, these people were covered in mist.

What is this situation?

When he arrived at a men's clothing store, Li Zixiao got off the car and went to buy clothes for Wang Xiao.

When she returned to the car with a few clothing bags, she saw that her best friend was leaning against Wang Xiao.

"This is my car!"

This test operation ended with a slash of anger.

Su Ruoxue generously fulfilled her previous promise to Wang Xiao in her best friend's car.

Although Wang Xiao was unable to communicate with the girls in the Dance Academy and complement his dance skills, he did not come in vain.

The only one who was angry was Li Zixiao, which was her favorite car.

Wang Xiao was just running back and forth between the modern world and the Dream of Red Mansions world, and at the same time he was confused about which world the second world anchor should be used.

Before I knew it, it had been more than half a month since I came back this time.

On this day, Wang Xiao got home from the Academy of Fine Arts. While waiting for the bus at the bus stop, a middle-aged man wearing glasses hurriedly got on the bus, but forgot his handbag on the chair.

Wang Xiao looked at the bag with a tangled look on his face.

He was determined not to meddle in other people's business, but his inner moral sense kept reminding him to be a good person.

Helplessly, Wang Xiao could only take the bag, open it and check it out, and saw that it was 8,000 yuan inside, and took out his cell phone and dialed the police uncle.
To be continued...