The auditorium is dim, and even people with good eyesight but no nearsightedness are indifferent to humans and animals five meters away.

Song Ci, because of the light from the computer screen in front of him, made it clear to the people around him.

In the auditorium, the sound of music is still playing. In everyone's memory, this is a song that first mellows and then rises.

The first two minutes are relatively gentle music, and after two minutes, the rhythm gradually increases.

It is also a piece of music suitable for dancing.

But the music is ready, what about the dancers?

In the auditorium, whispers began to sound again.

However, Song Ci had no time to deal with these voices.

Her fingers tapped quickly on the keyboard.

She can't dance, but she can watch it.

Since I can watch dance, I still have the level of appreciation that I should have.

She doesn't know how to dance, so make something that can dance. Isn't it all right?

The music is slowly coming to an end, and it's time to start accelerating the rhythm.

However, the imaginary Song Ci has not come to power for a long time.

In the lounge.

"Senior Chu, is Song Ci really okay?"

Hua Sheng asked for the fifth time.

"Don't worry." Chu Rong replied still calmly, but his sitting posture quietly became straight.

He also began to worry.

However, Chu Rong comforted himself again, that he should believe in Song Ci.

"But, one third of the music has passed." Hua Sheng was still worried.

Just now she used her mobile phone to use the WeChat shake function to shake out the music that was playing.

With the music playing outside, the music on her own mobile phone is also playing simultaneously, so she naturally knows the progress of the music playing.

Chu Rong looked at the monitor, and just wanted to speak again to comfort the little fan of Song Ci, but when he opened his mouth, Chu Rong's words stopped because of a white spot on the stage.

If it were in a normal environment, such a white spot the size of a fist would not attract much attention at all.

But now is different. Now, when everyone is in the dark, the white dot is immediately noticed by everyone.

Even if someone is not watching the stage, the people around will deliberately remind it.

Then, everyone's attention was focused on the stage, on the small white dot.

"What's that?" Hua Sheng also saw the dot, but this is just a question that people naturally mutter to themselves when they are curious, and they don't really want an answer.

Chu Rong looked at the white dot in the center of the stage in the monitor with a dazed expression.

However, soon everyone could see that the white dot gradually grew larger and elongated, and finally, it became something like a stickman.

To put it simply, it is a circle-shaped head, and then a stick-like body.

Hua Sheng: "???"

Chu Rong: "???"

Everyone: "???"

What is this?

This problem emerged in everyone's hearts at the same time.

However, no one explained it to them.

When the white stickman took shape on the stage, the rhythm of the music had begun to be super fast.

Then, everyone saw the stickman on the stage and began to dance.

Damn it!

This is what everyone couldn't help but want to blurt out after seeing the stickman dancing.

None of them expected that in the end, instead of waiting for Song Ci to take the stage, they saw a stickman dancing.