The Magic Trading System

0Zheng Hao didn't know that Liu Xu would secretly say this to Zhang Lisha because he rejected Liu Xu.     0

    

However, even if he knew, Zheng Hao would still laugh it off.    

    

This was because he had never thought about how important this match was, nor did he value it as much as the other contestants did.    

    

"Zheng Hao, come over here and try it out. I washed your clothes clean, they're dry too." The moment Zheng Hao returned to the dressing room, Meng Wei shouted.    

    

In his hand was the shabby suit he had been wearing.    

    

Zheng Hao shook his head and walked over. He took the clothes and looked at them, then smiled and said, "It's much more comfortable than it was just now. At least it's a lot cleaner. To be honest, people asking for food right now would not wear such tattered clothes. "    

    

"This is the package, brother! If everyone else was dressed so splendidly, wouldn't you stand out if you dressed in such shabby clothes? Come and try it. " Meng Wei laughed.    

    

Zheng Hao shrugged and went to the locker room to change into the outfit.    

    

He looked at himself in the mirror and thought, truly, a man relies on his clothes, and Buddha relies on his gold. If I were to change my clothes, I would look like a beggar's disciple.    

    

The originally handsome atmosphere was swept away in an instant.    

    

Come on, let's do it! He shook his head.    

    

"Bro, it feels good wearing it! But sit down and I'll make you up again. " Meng Wei laughed.    

    

"If you dress like this, do you still need makeup? "Big brother." Zheng Hao rolled his eyes.    

    

"I'm not putting on that makeup for you. I'm just helping you change the skin on your face to make it look a little rougher. Otherwise, your face would be too tender and smooth, not suitable for this set of clothes." Meng Wei said.    

    

Zheng Hao gave him a middle finger.    

    

"It's over! This time, laozi's handsome image is going to be completely destroyed. Come to think of it, is there a need to go through so much trouble? " Zheng Hao muttered as he sat in front of the mirror and allowed Meng Wei to wipe the mess on his face.    

    

"I can't destroy it. Big Bro is helping you. I guarantee that you will be remembered vividly many years from now!" Meng Wei said.    

    

After a while, he said to Zheng Hao, "Take a look at my cooking skills!"    

    

Zheng Hao looked in the mirror and cursed. Is this me?    

    

Damn it, the entire rough looking man in the mirror. His face was bumpy and uneven, and his skin was extremely bad. He looked like he had aged at least ten years.    

    

"Brother, you're letting me participate in this miserable competition, right? Is there anyone else as pitiful as me? " Zheng Hao asked with a wry smile.    

    

"Yes!" Look at that! " Meng Wei pointed to a corner not far away.    

    

Zheng Hao looked in that direction and was shocked.    

    

There stood a long-haired guy with his hair spread out like grass, his clothes like a rag, his hands like chicken feet.    

    

Yes, it really was like a chicken claw. It was the kind of chicken claw that couldn't be washed clean. It was so dark that one couldn't see its true color.    

    

Zheng Hao thought, did this bro just dig out the coal?    

    

Why is he so black?    

    

"He, he was also packaged?" Zheng Hao blinked and asked Meng Wei.    

    

"Bro, he doesn't have anyone to wrap him up with, that's what people call him!" Meng Wei laughed loudly as he spoke.    

    

"F * ck!" What is he doing? " Zheng Hao asked.    

    

"Can't you see?" Meng Wei asked.    

    

"Looks like a coal digger." Zheng Hao scratched his head.    

    

"You guessed right, him! It was a man who sold coal balls. He was also a strange man who loved to dance when he was selling coal balls. He even danced in impromptu dance, which was quite impressive. People called him a Soul Dancer. He's a strong opponent for you, man. " Meng Wei said.    

    

Zheng Hao blinked his eyes. He was truly impressed by this bro of his.    

    

"I don't want to argue with him. If he wants to be the champion, I'll just send him off." Zheng Hao laughed.    

    

"F * ck, it's like the champion is an item in your pocket. If you don't want it, you can gift it to others. "Alright, let's go to the rehearsal hall." Meng Wei said.    

    

Zheng Hao and Meng Wei went straight to the rehearsal hall.    

    

This would be the final rehearsal after the start of the semifinals.    

    

This time it was also a dress rehearsal.    

    

There were no spectators in the hall, only judges, contestants, and hosts.    

    

The host was a man named Zhang Wei, but he had a head of messy hair, red lips, white teeth, and a bit of a mother's voice.    

    

The rehearsal began.    

    

Zhang Wei quickly began his introduction, followed by the performance of the contestants.    

    

Zheng Hao didn't feel much about the previous contestants' performances. There were those who refused, those who were dancing, those who were two and those who were performing crosstalk.    

    

But it was basically featureless.    

    

Then, it was time for the soul dancer, Tian Junjie, to step onto the stage.    

    

Zhang Wei introduced, "The next contestant is not ordinary. He is a farmer, and as he is fighting in the city, he carries a heavy cart and sells coal balls in the city every day. He is living under a lot of pressure, and he is very tired, but he is an optimist, he likes to dance when he has free time, and he can dance for a while. He has never learned dancing from anyone, but his dancing is really shocking!" "Next, let's welcome Tian Junjie on stage!"    

    

The guys with long hair like weeds walked up onto the stage with a thump thump thump.    

    

Upon seeing his attire, the contestants burst into laughter.    

    

Tian Junjie had a serious expression on his face. He stood unhurriedly on the stage and gave a slight nod to the band at the corner of the stage.    

    

The sound of music rang out.    

    

It was a very rhythmic "Billy King," a classic song by Michael Wilson and a classic dance piece for space dancing.    

    

Tian Junjie began to move.    

    

He had a strong sense of rhythm as he twisted his butt and shook his shoulders. His movements were very clean.    

    

He was very engrossed in the dance and forgot himself. The dance was a mixture of space dance, mechanical dance, zombie dance, ghost dance and other kinds of dance. He combined these dance movements together, making them smooth and harmonious without any abrupt movements.    

    

It had to be said that the ball seller danced quite well.    

    

The most shocking scene was when Tian Junjie appeared near the end of the dance. He did a backflip in the air and his body bounced like a spring on the ground before standing up once again.    

    

It was simply a sight to behold.    

    

"Whooosh."    

    

The contestants and coaches all began to applaud spontaneously.    

    

Zheng Hao also gave Tian Junjie a few slaps. As a grassroots player, it was not easy to make several western classical dances dance like this.    

    

Tian Junjie was quite impressive.    

    

"Zheng Hao, how is it? Like I said, he's probably your biggest competitor! "God knows why they arranged for you and Tian Junjie to participate in the same semifinals." Meng Wei said in a low voice.    

    

"He's not having an easy time. He needs this championship more than me, so it's not a big deal for him to win." Zheng Hao said indifferently.    

    

"Sigh!" You! Why don't you have the heart to win? " Meng Wei shook his head helplessly.