Yuan Xiaofu spent a day learning several dance movements. After sleeping, she was not very skilled again.

    When she accidentally made another mistake, she subconsciously apologized: "I''m sorry, I''ll do it again."

    Wu Meini was still thinking about the breakthrough said by Nanyue. She was very easygoing: "it''s all right. Practice slowly. The more nervous you are, the less you can do."

    "Well, ok..." Yuan Xiaofu was much more relaxed. As soon as her eyes turned, she saw Nanyue by the door, "ah, Nanyue, you''re here!"

    Wu Meini also turned and looked at South Vietnam. Her eyes were bright and eager to try.

    Nanyue smiled at them, and then walked forward: "it''s not good to dance by rote."

    Hearing this, Yuan Xiaofu said dejectedly, "but I really don''t have any talent for dancing. When I was in a group with them, they didn''t let me dance too much. I didn''t think I could hide this time."

    Wu Meini said, "if you don''t have talent, you just rely on practice. When you practice with music, your body starts to move. Remember with your body, not your brain. "

    That''s right, but now they have only four days left. They have rehearsals during the day and semi-finals at night on Saturday. I''m afraid they don''t have so much time to practice muscle memory.

    Nanyue looked at Yuan Xiaofu''s bleak eyes, didn''t go on, but instead asked, "are you hungry now?"

    "Fortunately, I''m not very hungry." Yuan Xiaofu shook her head.

    Wu Meini frowned and looked at her: "didn''t she say that I should wait for you here?"

    Then they should talk about the so-called breakthrough and how to do it.

    "It''s no use talking. You have to practice."

    Nanyue looked at the time on his cell phone and said, "go out and run for half an hour and come back to make breakfast for you."

    With that, South Vietnam took the lead in going out.

    Yuan Xiaofu was used to being dominated by South Vietnam in the group of three, so she immediately followed up.

    "What would you do in South Vietnam? I''d like an egg roll. "

    "Yes."

    "I love you."

    Watching the two people talking and laughing out of the practice room, Wu Meini stamped her feet to keep up, although she was a little upset.

    The factory where they live is very secluded. There are few cars, few people and many green plants in the front and back roads.

    Cultivation is useless, but for ordinary people, the environment is still very good. It''s very comfortable to just run.

    And suddenly proposed to run is very casual, really run, South Vietnam is still very casual.

    Running very slowly, I chatted with Yuan Xiaofu while running.

    Wu Meini felt silly at first, so she simply walked behind and rolled her eyes at the two people in front.

    At the back, when I heard them talking about timbre, pronunciation and singing, I jogged along and got closer.

    Yuan Xiaofu''s voice is very prominent, so that when others see her, they will only think of the four words "sweet and lovely".

    Although she sings well and can sing high notes, she is always easy to be ignored after she makes a sound.

    One of the judges, Mu Jiaxuan also specially commented on Yuan Xiaofu.

    She said that if she made a successful debut, she would definitely be a lovely shoulder in the regiment, and her voice was unforgettable.

    But it also attracted the ridicule of netizens.

    Some people say that Yuan Xiaofu is cute and her voice is too whiny to sing. She sings with her throat. She has no strength and depends on her voice for promotion, etc.

    However, many people like her, and the mockers don''t insist so much.

    Compared with the almost whole network blackness in South Vietnam, it can only be regarded as a piece of cake.

    Wu Meini thought while listening. She didn''t understand for a moment, so she couldn''t help asking, "do you want Xiao Fu to sing in a different voice? How is that possible? "

    "No, South Vietnam wants me to sing another way."

    Nanyue looked at Wu Meini with a smile of connivance. She didn''t seem to mind. She wasn''t listening to her speech carefully.