The twentieth floor was bustling this week, carrying a sense of joy and lightness unique to summer.
The creative team would sometimes take a break from their frustrations and relax together, playing music with three or five keys under Huo Ren’s guidance, casually searching for a sense of rhythm in the piano’s sounds.
Meanwhile, the dance team was incredibly enthusiastic, reluctant to end classes with Boss Pei.
Many of them had taken street dance classes before, with some courses taught by instructors from XV’s dance troupe.
But it was only in facing the founder directly that the children truly felt the impactโ
What have I been learning all these years???
Boss Pei wasn’t much for words during lessons, but his points of entry and analytical approach were so cutting-edge as to be unbelievable, truly a master of his own school.
He seemed to control every muscle and nerve in his body with ease, and even demonstrating a few simple dance moves, there was a smoothness and flexibility that seemed beyond the reach of ordinary people.
A four-minute lively dance was rarely taught; instead, the focus was more on explaining the most fundamental concepts.
Dancing, choreography, body control, emotional expression.
Sometimes, the idea is more important than the technique.
Zhu Xizhi sat in the front row, listening intently, reluctant to see the teacher leave each day.
Boss Pei really is something! How well he teaches!
This show deserves an extra slot just for his lessons every day!
Boss Pei had a photographic memory, familiarizing himself with the twenty students on the first day, arranging their training progress, and even devising additional practice plans for those with weaker foundations.
It had been a long time since he had done this, and doing it again brought a sense of nostalgia.
There was a time when a little white wolf was also among those youngsters.
Stubborn and enduring, starting from scratch and making it to where he is now.
“Teacher!” Just before class ended, Zhu Xizhi raised his hand high: “How do you dance in a way that captivates someone?”
Boss Pei pulled out a USB drive, hearing laughter from the students.
“Why ask this all of a sudden?”
“Just,” the little snow leopard scratched his head, embarrassedly saying: “When I study, I see many dances that look nice, but they don’t quite stir the heart.”
“And some dances seem to have very simple choreography, yet they’re incredibly striking.”
“That’s a good question,” the man said with a smile.
“This secret… I can share it with you quietly.”
On the twenty-second floor.
After the routine rehearsal, Chen Yuanqing went upstairs for a look.
Then he found Gu Shaochu in the advertising shoot pavilion.
One of the essential skills for an idol is shooting for print and video advertisements.
In the past, this profession relied more on stage performances, but with the advent of the era of influencers, endorsements from top brands also invisibly increase the national popularity of the stars, mutually benefiting both.
At first glance, it might seem like just posing with cosmetic products or beverage bottles, but out of twenty people performing in groups, very few pass the test.
Gu Shaochu was leaning in a corner, quietly waiting for others to finish.
When Chen Yuanqing saw him, he paused, scrutinizing him for a few more seconds.
This was a team task.
However, several team members were struggling to get into the right state in front of the camera, awkward and stiff, almost counterproductive when they smiled.
It seemed his childhood friend had been waiting here for quite some time.
The young man with the demeanor of a long sword glanced at him, quickly explained a few words to the director, and hurried over.
“Let’s go,” Gu Shaochu said, clearly having had enough: “Join me for some fresh air.”
It’s not uncommon these days for retired athletes to enter the entertainment industry, and a former tennis player like him, with both the looks and the talent, has always been very popular.
Chen Yuanqing walked beside him, the two finding a vent to stand by for a while.
“How does it feel?”
“Not great.”
Hearing the edge in his voice, Chen Yuanqing revealed an understanding smile: “Not used to it?”
The young man leaned against the window, after a moment said: “Maybe I should join the dance team.”
As a singles player, even during practice, his partner would be on the other side of the net, never hindering his performance.
This morning, the performance group all entered the studio at seven, dragging on until now, and probably needing to reshoot as a team later.
The advantage of team cooperation is complementarity, but the disadvantage is that an overly prominent individual inevitably holds back the group.
Chen Yuanqing took a sip of water, casually saying: “If you went to the dance team, you’d still have to repeat the formation with whoever is the worst dancer.”
Gu Shaochu frowned: “You’re used to this?”
“It’s not that I’m used to it,” Chen Yuanqing looked at him: “It’s that the world has always been this way, you’re just too solitary.”
The young man rubbed his brow bone and sighed softly.
“I don’t like it.”
“You might just be unaccustomed to this team. Each member of the group is different, and so is the level of understanding.”
“So…” Gu Shaochu glanced sideways and said, “You’re having a good time in that team?”
“I remember now,” he changed his stance, finally relaxing a bit: “Bo Huan is on your side, right?”
Chen Yuanqing’s eyes lit up with a smile: “He’s very spirited, and it’s pleasant to work with him.”
Gu Shaochu raised his eyebrows and asked, “Is Bo Huan better or am I?”
The former snorted.
“When did it become your turn?”
The first performance took place as scheduled and was launched on various platforms after production.
Audiences had been waiting eagerly for a week, with all families busily organizing promotions and occasionally engaging in battles with each other.
Before the broadcast of “Chosen by the Gods,” many marketing accounts speculated about the hot favorites half-truthfully.
Unexpectedly, after these episodes were aired, the top TOP3 rankings never remained the same, like a hamster running in a wheel, the situation was ever-changing.
Today, the little wolf dog takes the lead, and tomorrow, the Crispy Shark’s popularity explodes, with endless quarrels in the comment section among primary school students.
However, the mentor support list remained unchanged, with Huo Ren steadily at the top and Pei Ruye consistently in second place.
โWho wouldn’t like Ren Ren!!
It was absolutely right to invite him as a mentor!!!
These days, many people returned to the pit because of the variety show, with numerous Cold Blade fans protesting that Huo Ren’s screen time was too short, rewatching all videos related to their favorite multiple times.
In front of the students, he is strict and patient, automatically becoming the favorite among other mentors, occasionally squinting and smiling cutely, irresistibly adorable.
The program started by showing the rehearsal and teaching situations of each group.
The public performance stage is one of the tasks for the trainees to familiarize and adapt to, with distinctly different teaching styles from various teachers, making it quite a spectacleโ
First, there was Mei Heng teaching them to play acappella together, followed by Feng Jin teaching how to get into character using Fang Chengran’s tie, with sparks and hormones flying everywhere, refreshing the audience.
The scene then cut to Huo Ren’s class.
Not only were people standing around the piano, but many trainees were also peeking through the doors and windows.
He taught and also disciplined.
When he was serious, the atmosphere around him would cool down to freezing point, making the trainees with less resilience dare not make eye contact with him.
After several segments, the density of the bullet comments surged.
[Wow, he’s so serious with the juniors, truly teaching in earnest.]
[I can’t believe my Ren looks good even when frowning and scolding!! Suddenly releasing an ALPHA aura in full force!!! Suddenly hoping he gets harsher more often (hey)]
Many were also discussing the current situation of the creation group.
[Y1S1, Group B is too weak, isnโt there anyone capable? At least hurry up and write something?]
[Thought being in a boy band was easy… The difference between the two groups is too big, tsk.]
[Shi Jianian actually leading everyone in choreography! Such great leadership skills, I’m impressed!! My fondness for him is skyrocketing UPUPUP!]
[Fu Mingnian, go captain!!! I can already see the shadow of the second-generation ACE!!!]
The public performance proceeded with segments on dance, acting, creation, and vocal music, starting with the dance group A’s piece, “SENSE.”
The double centers were Fang Chengran and Zhu Xizhi, with the other eight positioned and divided according to their abilities.
The explosive and noisy electronic music wound up like a serpent, with the two dressed in black and white polka dots and blue and white striped jackets leaping out, their movements bold and brisk.
Latin and Spanish hurriedly weaved through the notes, with the leading duo guiding the team through instantaneous and flashing changes in formation, executing a ten-person group dance so cleanly and flawlessly that not a single imperfection was evidentโ
Perfectly matching their dedication of practicing dance for fifteen hours every day!
Zhu Xizhi lightly touched his microphone, smiling like a mischievous little brat.
With just a glance, the girls in the front row started screaming uncontrollably, some even holding light boards with other boys’ names on them, no longer caring about that at this moment.
This wasn’t just heart-fluttering; it was heart-shaking!!
Climbing over the wall!! Doing it today!!
The boys in the creation group, huddled in the waiting room eating, were a bit surprised when they saw this scene.
“Do you guys feel…” Han Yang hesitantly said, holding a banana: “Has he become… flirtier?”
Bo Huan honestly commented: “Much more so than before.”
Shi Jianian calmly shook his head: “I don’t see it.”
Fu Mingnian expressionlessly: “Hasn’t he always been like this?”
Zhu Xizhi, usually a cheerful and casual big boy among friends, seemed to have gained a bit more vitality on stage after a few words of advice from Mentor Pei.
โThe movements were still those movements, the lyrics were only divided among a few lines, and after singing, he had to make way for other members to showcase themselves.
But somehow, from the live scene to beyond the screen, almost everyone was subconsciously watching him.
Even when he faded into the corner of the team, the camera didn’t fully capture him.
…What changed?
What happened??
Fu Mingnian felt a sense of alertness inside, but couldn’t pinpoint the fundamental reason.
The contrast with the stage during the major public exam was too apparent.
Sweeping like the wind, attacking like fire, with a strong personal style while completely blending into the teamโand that too, changing so noticeably in such a short time.
What exactly did Mentor Pei teach him??
After four or five lines were sung, eight people suddenly dropped to the ground, leaving Zhu Xizhi and Fang Chengran to belt out a long note with their mics half open.
When the last note abruptly ended, the entire audience erupted, shouting their support for them.
“Woooooow๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ”
“Ah ah ah ah I love you guys๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ๏ผ”
Huo Ren looked at their frozen frame on screen a few more times in surprise, just as his gaze met Zhu Xizhi’s.
The young man smirked and flashed him a flirty look.
Huo Ren was caught off guard by his student, coughing several times.
“Cough coughโcough!”
Pei Ruye also kindly patted someone’s back in a flowing motion.
“Drink more hot water.”
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Finally updated…
This afternoon, I found a reliable source of supply and donated five hundred KN95s to the local hospital, and then that stock was quickly sold out, sigh.
Not sure about tomorrow’s update, comments left before 24:00 on January 25th will receive a small red envelope!!
Thank you, fairies and angels, for being with me throughout the year, love you, MUA!
Wishing everyone a safe and smooth new year!
Happy New Year’s Eve, happy first day of the new year, happy New Year!