Chapter 71: Yaozi's Senior?

Twisting his waist back and forth, he was as agile as a supreme Yao dancer—the legendary Yao kings of the nineties would have to call him “senior” upon seeing him. As a contracted artist, to be able to shake like this was... well, utterly absurd.

Ji Ya sighed inwardly, striving to memorize every movement. The sensation spreading through her body was delightful, intoxicating, and truly exhilarating. The more she twisted, the better it felt, the more invigorated her mind and body became—how could this be? She simply couldn’t stop! Not at all!

The infectious joy swept through the whole venue; even the cameraman couldn’t resist joining in, and the lens trembled wildly, prompting viewers in the livestream to exclaim that they were about to be shaken out of their seats.

“Who composed this sacral beat? It’s addictive as hell!”

“Everyone, go be Yao dancers!”

“What happened? We haven’t seen Dog Yu for a few days and now he’s pulling off this?”

“Little brother, what are you planning to do next?”

“The police just showed up because someone reported me for disturbing the peace. Now they’re dancing with me! My neighbors are nearly moved to tears!”

“I’m not sleeping in the middle of the night—this is the reward I deserve! Planes fly in the sky, the glasses are the coolest on the ground!”

“Who’s the girl in the purple outfit? Please, let me have her contact info!”

“Ah! This is so addictive! Why bother going to a gym anymore? Just follow Dog Yu and learn Subject Three!”

“After finishing Subject Three, my waist doesn’t hurt, my legs aren’t sore, and I could jump down eight floors in one breath!”

“……”

Inside the villa, Si Shaozhe lay on the sofa, feeling low. After three rounds of games, he couldn’t find any sense of presence—not only was he sabotaged by his opponents, but even his teammates targeted him.

“I hate people who show off the most…”

Hmm…

Because of this phrase arranged by the production team, he had now become a joke in the circle. Guests met him with hands covering their mouths, not out of disgust, but to keep from bursting into laughter.

She claimed she’d keep cooking, thinking of the guests and integrating herself with the group, but received only one unanimous response: “I hate people who show off the most.”

Si Shaozhe couldn’t understand it.

After all, he was a top-tier celebrity—wherever he went, he was surrounded and treated as a spotlight. Yet, to his surprise, participating in this show, he encountered these lively guests who disliked his cooking and left his face pale from laughter.

Standing nearby, Bai Yichu, another top-tier artist, spoke frankly.

“To be honest, you really don’t have a talent for cooking. Forced fruit is never sweet, and yours just looks poisonous.”

The one most victimized by Si Shaozhe was Lin Yunyu. If it weren’t for him shirking responsibility, she wouldn’t have had to plow the field alone, exhausted to the point of near collapse, practically finishing a year’s worth of exercise in a single day.

Worse yet, the hard-earned romance card she managed to acquire had to be split with this lazy fish; as if that wasn’t enough, upon returning, she faced his constant attempts to seek attention and a table full of obvious disaster dishes.

Lin Yunyu’s face looked grim. Qiu Shishang, ever the big brother, went to comfort her—a little scolding followed by a sweet, understanding touch, grasping the psychology of a young girl. The two went upstairs, followed by the cameraman, just chatting and offering encouragement.

Wang Fei sensed the mood was off and, acting as the good guy, proactively struck up a conversation with Si Shaozhe.

“Teacher Si, I hear your company is producing a rap single for you?”

Si Shaozhe, once again the center of attention, perked up, sat upright, and was full of energy.

“The single’s called ‘Snow.’ Cool, right? It’ll be on GG Music soon. Want to buy the first album?”

His confident demeanor made Wang Fei chuckle, but seeing Si’s discomfort, he quickly replied earnestly.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry—a good brother’s single deserves all my support. I’ll buy at least a thousand albums!”

“By the way, good brother, I’m planning to release a song too. We’ll buy each other’s albums then, no problem?”

Wang Fei patted Si Shaozhe on the shoulder and continued, “Let’s make a bet, shall we? Whoever sells more gets to instruct the loser to do anything—within reason and ability, of course.”

Si Shaozhe looked Wang Fei up and down. The prince of love songs had debuted earlier, and though his popularity wasn’t as high now, his influence was far greater.

Si Shaozhe knew that even if he lost, it wouldn’t matter—one sentence of social savvy would solve anything. If he won by chance, he’d gain a title stronger than Wang Fei’s, which would draw in more traffic and fans.

It was a win-win either way, so Si Shaozhe nodded in agreement.

“All right, let’s go with your suggestion, Senior Wang.”

A bit of modesty at the right time.

After the excitement, Ji Ya sat to the side with weak legs, resting. Since taking over the company, she’d had little time for entertainment, even less for dancing, and the lack of activity had left her muscles aching.

The fangirls stopped the two as they were about to leave. “Hey handsome, how about grabbing a drink with us tonight?”

“Thanks for teaching us Subject Three today—now Mom never has to worry about me failing my driving test again, hahaha!”

“I retook Subject Three ten times… Never thought I’d pass it here.”

“Handsome, would you join us for breakfast tomorrow?”

“Handsome, I really know how to squeeze in!!”

The fangirls were indeed enthusiastic, but Lin Yu was more concerned about Ji Ya’s condition.

It was time to leave.

“Let’s meet up another time.”

The fangirls sighed in disappointment but could only reluctantly say goodbye.

“Next time, be sure to come again!”

“We’ll be waiting!”

“Handsome, I like you!”

“Your waist isn’t a waist—it’s a killer blade!”

“Next time, prepare for Subject Four! We’ll discuss it under the covers!”

Lin Yu declined their other invitations, but offered that next time he’d arrange a full performance of “A Laugh in the Rivers and Lakes” for them.

The live recording version should be able to be uploaded to OO Music, right? No more worries for square dance lovers about finding suitable background music.

The rhythmic beat of the music sounded again, and the dancers suddenly forgot the choreography, turning the scene into wild chaos.

Fortunately, the lead streaming hostesses recorded Lin Yu’s song; following the sound system’s rendition of “A Laugh in the Rivers and Lakes,” the synchronized Subject Three officially became the king of the square dance!

Lin Yu could not have foreseen that his four-year lead in teaching Subject Three would influence the rise of this dance genre. Just as they were leaving, a British girl happened to pass by, was deeply attracted by the ultra-modern square dance, and quickly joined the battle, posting a short video that garnered tens of thousands of likes in no time.

The girl discovered a blind spot.

Chinese culture was thus spread abroad.

Lin Yu helped Ji Ya massage her aching thighs and once again brought up the idea of bringing something back for the villa guests to eat.

Ji Ya didn’t refuse. “What do you want to bring back?”