Upon hearing a few people calling, Chu Qianze grinned, and a cross popped up on his forehead.
“What did you just call me? Say it again.”
The four people exchanged glances and simultaneously said, “Brother Chu!”
Chu Qianze’s expression was momentarily complex. He licked his lips, then finally raised his thumb. “Alright, promising. Come over, let’s dance together.”
“Thank you, Brother Chu!”
The expressions of gratitude were uneven, but clearly filled with joy.
Hong stood nearby, arms crossed, openly rolling his eyes.
A group of guys who bully the weak but fear the strong and have no backbone.
“Who called me Dad just now, and then changed their tune?” Chu Qianze glanced at someone, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Expression frozen, Hong looked at Chu Qianze with a bewildered look.
How do you know what I’m thinking?
Maintaining basic composure, he let out a hearty laugh, “Brother Chu, what are you talking about? Hahaha.”
Chu Qianze nodded, not exposing the other’s caution, just redirecting his gaze to the people across from him.
However, Ye Lunguo paid no mind to that and went straight to the point, “Still pretending, what are you pretending for? You just spilled your heart out.”
“Huh?” Hong was utterly confused.
Following the usual practice, Chu Qianze stood beside the music player. “First, follow the accompaniment once, and let me assess the situation.”
“Are you ready? 3, 2, 1, go.”
The music started, and the four began to dance.
Chu Qianze’s gaze shifted between them. He tapped his fingers to the beat, casually shifting his weight from one leg to the other.
As the song concluded, he clapped his hands. “Who wants to go first? Just a heads up, if I see any issues, I’ll be straightforward about it. No sugarcoating. Be mentally prepared.”
“Brother Chu, let me go first. I’m ready.”
“Alright, then I’ll be blunt.”
Chu Qianze positioned himself on the same plane as his student, mimicking the recent movements in the mirror.
“When you did this, the force was too strong. You need to tone it down a bit next time. Also, with this move, what’s the purpose of that swing of your hand… I can’t quite catch it. Can you do the last move again?”
After watching the other person perform the move once more, Chu Qianze nodded. “That looks good, follow that feeling.”
Having addressed the issues, he walked over to the next person. “It’s your turn.”
Chu Qianze was highly efficient, quickly addressing the concerns of the individuals, then letting them contemplate the feedback on their own.
Having dealt with the four, he turned his attention to observing Hong and Ye Lunguo.
Rong Jinghe wasn’t idle either. Feeling that the break was long enough, he approached the mirror, adjusting his expression.
He lifted his eyelids, flexing his muscles.
“Too forceful, it feels like you’re gearing up for a fight.” Chu Qianze appeared beside him at some point.
“If you shift the scenario, at that moment, you’ve freed yourself from mental constraints, breaking through shackles. Even if you know there are immense difficulties ahead, you face it fearlessly. You’ve dropped the baggage; even your mind is in a relaxed state.”
Relaxed…
For Rong Jinghe, dance had always been rigorous, precise—no room for error. The term “relaxed” was inherently contradictory to the philosophy he pursued.
Rong Jinghe looked at the person beside him, “How do you manage that?”
“Which one are you talking about?”
“Not long ago, the expression you showed me, it was so rich in emotion. How do you do it?” Rong Jinghe genuinely wanted to know.
Caught off guard by the sudden question, Chu Qianze hesitated. How do you do it? Isn’t it something you just naturally grasp?
“Set clear goals and then believe that you will perfectly achieve them?”
Rong Jinghe looked away, choosing not to press further, understanding that he wouldn’t get an answer from Chu Qianze.
Despite appearing nonchalant, Chu Qianze was self-assured and lived in his own world. He wouldn’t easily change, and instead, his aura influenced others, drawing them toward him. It was a kind of almost supernatural charisma and infectiousness that couldn’t be learned just by wanting to.
“Thanks, I’ll think about it,” Rong Jinghe said.
“…Actually, I can’t explain it well either. If it doesn’t work, just try to mimic for now. Find someone similar and imitate them, then slowly discover your own style,” Chu Qianze suggested. This thing is too abstract; it’s really hard to put into words.
Rong Jinghe nodded.
As his gaze swept over the others, Chu Qianze furrowed his brow and couldn’t help but shout, “Is your hand cramping? It’s shaking so much.”
“Come on… You can twist your hips, but are you comparing it to steel rods in terms of hardness?”
“Your hand should be raised here; you’re doing the move wrong.”
“Your center of gravity is off, big brother…”
Trainees in Class A: Dancing with the devil qwq
Inside the monitoring and recording room, the director took a sip of tea, chuckling. “Quite entertaining.”
At this moment, the trainees in Class A all looked ashen-faced, but their eyes were exceptionally determined. Even though their lives seemed to be questioned, not a single one of them gave up.
Perhaps it was because they were all facing a formidable opponent in Chu Qianze. Unconsciously, their relationships had gradually grown closer, and the initial sense of unfamiliarity disappeared.
There were humor, passion, emotions, and sentimental moments—all very well done.
The director tapped on the screen, bringing up all the footage related to Class A. After a while, he said to his assistant, “Pay special attention to this person.”
Chu Qianze naturally possessed both theatricality and conflict, with a personality and abilities captivating enough to be a surefire topic of conversation.
“Do you have high expectations for him?” the assistant asked.
“What’s the use of my expectations? The audience has to buy into it,” the director replied, not mincing his words. Even though he believed the person would definitely gain popularity once the show aired.
“Where’s the real-time vote count? Show me.” Opening the data network, the director glanced at the top ten and then directly searched for Chu Qianze. When he saw the ranking, he let out a triumphant exclamation.
“This just got even more interesting.”
Tomorrow is the day to record the theme song, and tonight, no one is leaving the practice room. Everyone is tirelessly practicing, aiming to become more proficient.
Meanwhile, Rong Jinghe is currently grappling with his own expression.
He struggles to portray a relaxed and comfortable demeanor. While this expression might work, he can’t get past a certain mental barrier, feeling it’s too forced. Unable to comprehend it, he decides to step out of the practice room, taking a few rounds on the side, trying to relax.
Passing by the cafeteria, Rong Jinghe casually glanced inside, and sure enough, there was Chu Qianze sitting on a chair, enjoying a late-night snack.
Observing the relaxed demeanor of the other person, Rong Jinghe quietly averted his gaze and headed back.
As he looked into the mirror in front of him, somehow, the expressions demonstrated by the other person came to his mind again.
This person was indeed peculiar. In a talent show where everyone typically hides their skills, fearing someone might surpass them the next second, he nonchalantly taught and demonstrated, providing a wealth of valuable insights.
Back when he was a trainee, everyone was on guard against each other, and it was a constant struggle. Some would even go as far as turning off the lights at night to prevent fellow trainees from catching up on progress.
Thinking about these past couple of days, Chu Qianze furrowed his brow. Although he wore a disdainful expression, he dutifully instructed everyone. The trainees endured unspeakable hardships but still persisted in their training. When one trainee made a breakthrough, others would applaud and celebrate.
This atmosphere was completely different from what he experienced in the past.
Looking up at the mirror, at this moment, Rong Jinghe’s lips curled up, his expression relaxed, and he appeared entirely natural—perfectly aligning with the theme song’s intense second half.
His expression faltered slightly.
The next morning, they began recording the theme song.
The trainees from Class A were now all sitting in a small corner. Ye Lunguo was practicing in front of the mirror. He had the shortest dance training time and the weakest foundation. In reality, he was extremely nervous.
Yesterday, he hadn’t fully addressed the issues pointed out by Chu Qianze.
Even though Chu Qianze had pointed out all the areas that needed attention, knowing what to focus on was one thing, and fully addressing and improving those aspects was another. The latter was clearly much more challenging.
The practice room door opened, and the cameraman entered with equipment, setting everything up.
“Now, please step forward one by one for recording,” the staff prompted.
Who would go first?
Chu Qianze sat on the floor, one leg bent, the other one resting on the ground, looking quite at ease. He didn’t have any preference for the shooting order. It didn’t matter which number; they wouldn’t be allowed to leave early anyway. They could only stay here and wait.
“I’ll go.”
Rong Jinghe stood up and walked to the camera. “Hello, everyone. I am trainee Rong Jinghe.”
The accompaniment started, and his gaze immediately transformed.
Chu Qianze followed his performance closely, capturing every detail. It was much better than last night, with expressions particularly natural. It seemed he had grasped the key.
As the song concluded, Rong Jinghe stepped down.
Seeing him approach, Chu Qianze raised both hands, giving a big thumbs up, not sparing any praise.
Rong Jinghe pursed his lips, suppressing the smile.
“Brother Jinghe, you danced so well,” Ye Lunguo said, his eyes filled with admiration.
The second, the third… One of them, in the middle of the performance, missed a beat, leading to some confusion in the subsequent movements.
Seeing this, Chu Qianze sighed softly. He could already anticipate the evaluation for this particular performance.
After Hong finished his performance, Ye Lunguo also stood up, showing clear signs of nervousness. “Brother Chu, it’s my turn.”
“Go for it!”
Chu Qianze clenched his fist. “Relax, you can do it.”
“Okay!” Ye Lunguo nodded vigorously, his expression solemn, as if he were going on a brave mission.
After the other seven had finished recording, Chu Qianze stood up, patted his clothes to straighten them, and then walked to the camera.
When they saw Chu Qianze getting ready to record, everyone stopped their conversations, directing their attention to him.
“Oh, oh, oh, come on, Brother Chu!”
He gave an OK gesture and looked into the camera.
“Hello, everyone. I am trainee Chu Qianze.”
As he spoke, he lifted the corners of his mouth, adjusting his posture.
The moment his movements began, the surroundings fell silent.
Although Chu Qianze had taken on both the role of a “dad” and a “mom” and trained with everyone for two days, the movements had been fragmented, and the overall effect was limited.
Now, as he flawlessly interpreted the entire song, it was not as simple as one plus one equals two. It was a geometrically amplified impact.
At this moment, everyone dared not take a deep breath, their gazes fixated on Chu Qianze. His charm was almost overpowering, firmly grasping everyone’s emotions.
As the dance concluded, he blew a kiss, a gesture both playful and alluring.
Noticing Rong Jinghe’s gaze, he glanced over and winked.
Distracted for a moment, Rong Jinghe lowered his head, picked up a nearby water bottle, and took a few sips.
“Ah—”
Several people clutched their hearts, inhaling sharply.
“Brother Chu, rein it in a bit, take it easy. It’s not heart-friendly at all. My goodness, if I were a girl, I would just marry you straight away.”
“Get lost, never loved you.”
Chu Qianze walked out of the shooting area, hands in his jacket pockets, rolling his eyes.
“I can already imagine what kind of storm this show will cause when it airs,” Hong said with anticipation.
“Only we have had the privilege of admiring Brother Chu’s unparalleled beauty up close.”
Upon hearing this, Chu Qianze shuddered, and goosebumps started to appear. “Come on, get away from me, it’s so cheesy.”
The next day, everyone received their respective envelopes.
After hearing the explanation from the staff, Chu Qianze glanced at the neatly sealed two envelopes. “Are the ratings and trainee rankings inside?”
“Yes.”
“Thanks~”
Back in the practice room, Chu Qianze was assaulted by a burst of screams. He rubbed his ears and looked towards the source of the noise.
“A! Ahhh, Brother Chu, thank you so much! Brother Chu, you’re so handsome, you’re the handsomest Brother Chu I’ve ever seen!” Ye Lunguo was so excited that his face turned red, and his words became incoherent.
“I know I’m handsome; you don’t need to remind me.”
Chu Qianze chuckled lightly, then opened the envelope containing the ratings.
As expected, an A.
Boring.
He opened the other envelope, and his eyebrows furrowed.
Rong Jinghe looked at the first place ranking in his hand and the A rating. It wasn’t surprising, so he remained calm.
Seeing that Chu Qianze’s expression wasn’t quite right, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“This ranking…”
Chu Qianze pondered for a moment, then showed the card in his hand to everyone. “Forget it, see for yourselves.”
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