Aurecia is about thirty-five years old, with her blue eyes and ordinary appearance. Her figure gradually becomes distorted in her comfortable life after retirement for a few years. However, her movements are still as light as an angel, and every step is deeply rhythmic.

Not to mention Peng Minqin, apart from the inevitable wrinkles on her face, you will find that her figure is convex and concave, her breasts are enlarged, her waist is slim and buttocks are raised, and her skin is delicate, just like a girl in her twenties. She can truly be called the word "王子".

"Life is always spent in mediocrity. You have achieved extraordinary achievements in your respective fields. Do you want to leave something when you are bored and dazed?" Lao Liao sat down without looking at him, leaned his shoulders on the sofa and asked them, sending cigarettes to Mitchell, but the other party politely rejected them.

Aurecia smiled and said, "Of course, I'm writing a passionate memoir, recalling the glorious moments of winning the world championship that year, and that's what I'm going to stay."

Mitchell said: "Sir, in the face of great and eternal time, people are small, so there is no point in leaving anything."

Peng Minqin said: "Mr. Liao has any instructions and we will do whatever we can." Her son is currently working as a manager in the network department of Yintian Company, so he naturally has to rely on Lao Liao to do his job.

"I have a student whose genius in dance is as good as Einstein in physics, Balzac in literature, and Sun Bo in directors. Your career is already brilliant enough. If you jointly teach an outstanding student, let him carry forward your skills and shock the world from now on, isn't it a good thing?" Lao Liao repeated the words of boasting Zhou An before. He praised Sun Bo for a little, and the latter was indeed secretly happy.

The three famous coaches didn't know that the bragging king Liao Xuebing had always been exaggerated and were all a little surprised. Aurecia said: "If what Mr. Liao said is true, I really want to meet him."

Xiao Liu knocked on the door and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Liao, the person you are waiting for is here."

Everyone stretched their necks, looking forward to the "genius student" he said. Even Peng Minqin, who was old, couldn't help but show the anxious and longing expression of the little girl, while Mitchell couldn't sit still. He couldn't keep his etiquette anymore. What was it like to see the legendary genius? Besides, they were dancing geniuses, they were like gamblers waiting for money, and the powerful people looked up to the throne, admired, yearned for, and couldn't wait.

The subtle and slightly shattered footsteps were getting closer and closer. Everyone wanted to guess what a genius looked like, whether he was a young man or a handsome man, or a unique vision, all had enough room for imagination.

"Teacher!" Zhou An was led in by Xiao Liu. The boy looked uneasy, with green hair on his lips. Two huge acne on his left face showed a burning light, his nose, eyes and mouth were all extremely ordinary. He was not tall or short, he was thin, his legs were not long, his shoulders were not wide enough, he was a little thrusting when walking, and his back was a little hunched. From his posture along the way, he could see that the person's waist was stiff and his steps were dull and heavy. He did not feel light at all.

A wool vest with wool balls was not covered with coats, the shirt had faded, the collar and cuffs were black and shiny, I didn’t know how many days I hadn’t washed it. A pair of sweatpants were short to the ankles, and they looked extremely stupid.

Is this the legendary genius student? Why do you feel like you can catch four such people in a public toilet with five squat seats? It's so ordinary, so common!

The lounge can also be used as a reception room, about 30 square meters, two rows of sofas and small coffee tables, an open space in the middle, no carpets are laid. Only very clean wooden floors.

"Zhou An, go to the middle to stand. These are the teachers I have invited for you. You will answer whatever they ask you. Everyone, he is the genius Zhou An. A name that is destined to awaken the world."

Seeing Zhou An shrinking his head, looking rustic and restrained, as if he had just been released from prison, Aurecia couldn't help but nodded to Liao Xuebing, and asked first: "Zhou An, what age did you start practicing dance? Which master is the master?"

"Uh, I was sixteen years old, and I started practicing the land last time. My master was the coach of Tongcheng Road International Dance Center, but I don't follow him anymore."

To become a leader in the industry, you will be 99% sweat and 1% genius. Many famous dancers in the world often start to train their body steps and postures under the guidance of famous teachers at the age of six. The basic skills are very solid and their bodies are unimaginable. Some people even let the back of their heads touch the heels without bent their knees. They have been walking on the toes for more than ten or twenty years. The heels do not touch the essence at once, and they can easily support the whole body with their toes for twenty-four hours. At the same time, people who have been trained for a long time in childhood are at least ten times more flexible than ordinary people. In the jargon of martial arts novels, ordinary people can shake out two sword flowers with one sword and stab a fly, and they can instantly shake out ten sword flowers and stab ten fly.

This so-called genius started practicing only at the age of sixteen, and his bones have begun to be stereotyped. What else can he do?

Since it was Liao Xuebing's recommendation, Aurecia barely kept a little suspicious and said, "Mr. Zhou, how many steps do you take to show me, is it okay?" The dance coach with deep vision does not need the other party to do any extra fancy movements. He can only judge whether a person has a good and outstanding foundation by relying on his or her walking manner, the distance between the toes and the toes, the degree of knee bend, the swing of his hands, the shoulders, and the frequency of his head and neck. It is like a wine master who can only smell the fragrance of the wine to know the raw materials, advantages, age, and even the brewing process of the wine.

As everyone watched, Zhou An was very nervous and took a step like a zombie. Due to brain cramps, he stepped out his left leg, swung his left hand forward, his right leg forward, and his right hand also swung his right hand forward. Even the duck was not so ugly when walking.

Mitchell had the urge to squirt blood directly. If he was in the British royal court, he would have to go to jail if he walked like this. Peng Minqin and Aurecia were also disappointed. He was not a genius, but he was obviously similar to a clown.

Seeing that everyone was not good-looking, Lao Liao said angrily: "Zhou An, you think you are Chaplin. Come on to show your enthusiasm for running errands by the Mongolian army before, don't act like a dead end."

Zhou An was frowning. Even if he walked for another seven days and seven nights, he would not be able to meet the requirements of the three top coaches.

Murong Bingyu quietly pulled Lao Liao and said, "There is no one with worse congenital conditions than your students. I believe that even epilepsy will not look like "Yishun".

Liao Xuebing scratched his head, covered his embarrassment with laughter, and said, "Haha, are you satisfied with me, a student?"

"He seems to be too nervous. An excellent dance performer must have strong psychological qualities, because he may be facing tens of thousands of audiences, and any unnatural look needs to be avoided. Is he really a genius?"

Liao Xuebing laughed and said, "Of course not now, but in the future. Everyone, I will leave it to you, the student."

The three of them looked puzzled. It was very difficult for such a student who started at the age of sixteen to become a talent. At best, it was a little better than ordinary people. They practiced for two or three years and then danced with a star in a certain party and made a living. However, the three coaches had a very high vision, and all the disciples they trained had achieved great success. If the disciples went to dance with others under the table, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

"What? Is it difficult? I think you will train him for a month or two first. I will pay as much as the tuition fee. If I don't teach well, I can hire someone else."

Aurecia lit her nose: "I...you said I didn't teach well? I taught all the young artists who danced "The River Dance" by the Irish Dance Group. Mike Friley, the world tap dance king who danced thirty-two steps in one second, also learned the coordination of his waist from me. Colin Donn, who won the world championship at the age of nine, is my senior brother..."

Liao Xuebing interrupted her: "No need to give her qualifications anymore. Use facts to prove everything. I admit that Zhou An started training a little late, but this does not prevent him from becoming a great dancer. How about it? It should be enough to use two months to infer whether a person can achieve success, right?"

Aurecia thought to herself: "I have now inferred that he cannot achieve anything." But for Lao Liao's face - of course, it is more likely to be Lao Langming's face - he had to nod: "There will be a dance for the China Overseas New Year banquet to be rehearsed, but I will try my best to make time."

Xuebing said seriously: "From today, you can throw away all the appointments and invitations from all other students, and only be responsible for Zhou An. And Mr. Mitchell and Mrs. Peng, what do you think?"

Aurecia's face changed. The Zhonghai New Year banquet invited one of the best political and business tycoons in the entire South, and the organizer was also a well-known figure. It is very important for her to arrange that dance and cannot be missed. How can she give up for a talentless student?

"This...Mr. Liao, I have promised the organizer of the New Year banquet that I cannot refuse innocently, otherwise I will lose my credibility."

“Who is the organizer?”

"General Cao of the Cao Group." Aurecia said to herself: "Cao Shengchao's name and power are always much greater than that of Lau Langming, so you have nothing to say, right?"

Unexpectedly, Liao Xuebing took out the black and white screen, and the heavy mobile phone with a patch of patent leather was worn out and called: "Hey, Lao Cao, it's me, Liao Xuebing. You are a bitch, you don't say hello to hold a New Year's banquet. What does it mean? Don't you take me seriously?"

Bei Shixiang was blind and paralyzed. The Bei family lost their backbone. The Cao family rose again at the Ullambana meeting. The situation was incomparable. Cao Sheng smiled and said, "It's Mr. Liao, it's easy to say. I'll send you an invitation immediately. On January 1, it's on the 66th floor of Yunzhong Tower. Don't be late at that time."
Chapter completed!