Chapter 28

After finishing the ten commandments, an assistant sent each of them a handbook.

The first part was that year’s academic program, their holiday calendar, the orientation they wanted for the boygroup and a five-year planning.

The second part was a personal data file and a transcript.

After saying this, uncle Jiang motioned the cameraman to confirm the integrity of the video, turned and sat aside to drink water.

Other main and assistant teachers took turns on the stage to talk about the academic program and planning in detail. They were neither humble nor arrogant, and were very polite to the six of them.

“From tomorrow, we will start the classes and will measure your weight at 8 a.m. every Friday. If there is an emergency, please contact the internal affairs at any time. If you can’t, the leader will report it to me.”

Uncle raised his thumb to turn around two times the silver lighter in his palm.

“You will choose your own leader.”

When he said this, all the eyes were looking at Huoren.

The six returned to the 17th floor and immediately turned over the handbook with their names on the title page.

The second part of the book had everyone’s information, and even their positions and English names were there.

Corona had six letters, one for each person, and the C was really left to Huoren.

Cain. The eldest son of Eve and Adam in the garden of Eden. That was the meaning of getting that name.

“First, let’s choose the leader.” Longjia helped Xie Lianyun throw away all the junk in his room and walked unsteadily holding a big carton: “I vote for Huohuo-“

“You’re not interested?” Xie Lianyun followed, carrying the discarded headphones and keyboard in his hand.

“He is afraid of trouble and has a loose temper.” Bo Jue was writing in the information form, but he didn’t lift his head and said, “If we make Longjia to lead the team, Uncle Jiang will have a heart attack and be really angry.”

At the mention of Uncle Jiang, the dormitory was silent for a few seconds at the same time, as if they felt their near deaths.

“Uncle Jiang is… a little fierce.” Chi Ji said with a small voice.

“But he’s actually really nice, being fierce is just a professional habit.” Xie Lianyun threw away the garbage, closed the door and sat back beside them: “I don’t know if you guys have heard of that thing five years ago… The artist he brought was Han Zhao, the current Golden Narcissus award winner actress. Uncle Jiang was in good health at that time, and his qualifications and status in society were actually very high. However, in order to fight for resources for Han Zhao, he was forced to drink until he was hospitalized with gastrointestinal bleeding.”

Longjia actually heard about it, and his eyes showed a strange look. “But I heard that uncle Jiang was beaten by Han Zhao’s fans?”

“Yes, Han Zhao’s fans thought he treated artists badly and insisted that he gave all the good resources to the rookies of the company.” Xie Lianyun entered the circle early. When he mentioned these things, he said it in a mature tone: “In fact, Han Zhao was ready to terminate the contract at that time, but she waited until the film was finished to meet with Uncle Jiang and end things.”

“On the day of the announcement, all her fans were clapping to celebrate Han Zhao’s ‘escape’.” Xie Lianyun sneered, not hiding how contempt he felt with his eyes: “And they found out what she really was like after becoming independent. Without uncle Jiang and SPF, that fool was nothing.”

The topic turned around and returned to the group. Everyone was satisfied with their English name and talked about the leader again.

It wasn’t appropriate to mention ability and age at this time. Besides, leading the team had nothing to do with these things. If they said too much, they may accidentally hurt someone else’s feelings.

“Let Huohuo be the leader,” Bo Jue said without thinking, “he has an advantage.”

Huoren blinked: “What advantage?”

“You are handsome.”

Huoren:??

“That’s true.” Xie Lianyun said after thinking: “I also vote you.”

He just went along as it was someone good-looking, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

Huoren tried to interrupt them: “Wait a minute, when will I…”

“We’ve always been close” Longjia grabbed him. “Look at these three dogs who just care about looks: Xie, Xiao Chi and teacher Bo. No one else can be nice like you at these times.”

Huoren was stunned: “Just because of that?”

“Cough,” Chi Ji sat stiffly, “just a little.”

“If someone pretty is the leader, the team will have strong cohesion and won’t fall apart easily.” Bo Jue kept saying, serious: “After all, you are still handsome even with a straight face. I would have to beat Jackie Chan1.”

“Teacher Bo, I start to wonder what idea of me you have.”

They took a night off, changed their practice clothes half an hour in advance and arrived at the dance studio at 7:00.

Teacher Wei waited at the elevator door on the 16th floor. When he saw them, he swiped his electronic card and hummed as he walked.

“Will we be taught by Teacher Wei this year too?”

“Of course not,” Wei Jie said with a grin. “I’ll be the teaching assistant for boss Pei. Start stretching your legs first.”

The teacher opened the door of the high-class dance studio, and the classroom had the shape of an octagon, like a honeycomb.

Two glass walls could be turned into projection screens, ventilation ducts and surround sound couldn’t be heard, and a series of facilities such as lighting and camera were available.

Huoren once saw the octagonal classroom. When he walked in, he looked sideways at the layout inside. Huoren looked sideways, this felt like a scene in a science fiction movie.

Wei Jie hadn’t been here many times. He turned on and off the light several times, and then pressed the lifting button to turn the double-sided mirror effect of the glass. The four walls weren’t mirrors anymore, but transparent, and you could see the corridor outside the room and the outdoor sky.

“In the future, I will take you to practice basic skills for an hour and a half every three classes at this time.” Teacher Wei had been with them for half a year and was very familiar with the physical quality of students: “For those with poor basic skills like Huoren, Bo Jue and Xie Lianyun, you need to practice handstand and stretching on weekends.”

“There is also a new child…” teacher Wei looked at Mei Shengyao.

The cool child glanced at him. In front of everyone, he ran up and jumped with the soles of his feet, jumped into the air, clasped his lumbar and dorsal muscles and hooked back his knee. He had jumped impeccably.

“Full score for landing.” Teacher Wei stretched out his hands and applauded: “Have you practiced classical dance since childhood? How about the basis of hip-hop?”

Expressionless, Mei Sheng’s hands clasped. From the neck to the shoulder joints, elbows, wrists to all the knuckles, Mei Sheng suddenly seemed to be chained together, and made a series of waves very quickly.

Wei Jie whistled and looked at Chi Ji with a smile: “Have you already met your adversary?”

Chi Ji smiled and winked at Mei Sheng.

“I have,” Mei Shengyao confessed. “I was familiar with the basics because I learned from the teacher in a dance room with him when I was a child.”

Although the entertainment circle can be subdivided into many industries, there are so many top resources.

We make friends, get married, play mahjong, and always we can always get together.

Wei Jie took them to warm up and stretch until 8:30. Pei Ruye came in on time with a cup of vanilla latte.

He was wearing a white coat with a street style, and his limbs were covered by the clothes. He didn’t want to take it off.

When Teacher Wei saw him, he immediately stood up straight and bowed respectfully.

Pei Ruye nodded slightly, took the usb and a PPT appeared onto the white wall. He went straight to the topic.

“You will learn a total of 24 dances and six styles this year.”

“It’s very improbable that you will master every one, but it mainly depends on your qualifications to go in a different direction.”

He was mature and sexy, with a free and easy temperament, like an american.

The picture of PPT was switched to pure English with clear lines.

“Oldschool is one of the three earliest dances. According to the forming order, we have locking, popping and breaking” Pei Ruye looked at the six of them and said, “in the first half of the year, you will learn two kinds of this first, and in the second half of the year, we will decide which three kinds of new school you will have to learn according to your grades. If there’s no problem, we may start now.”

The first one was Kirk Franklin’s Looking For U.

“I’ll demonstrate it with Teacher Wei first.”

The moment he stepped down from the podium, his aura suddenly dispersed.

Wei lowered the brim of his baseball cap and stood side by side with him in front of the six.

At the moment when the drum and beat started at the same time, all their joints were stretched and opened in a moment, relaxed and loose, but completely positioned accurately.

Their knees vibrated and their elbows shook. They danced non stop, together. At the same time, their posture was so relaxed and pleasant as walking on the street.

As soon as Huoren’s pupils contracted, he began to record Pei Ruye’s actions in his brain like a video recorder.

He didn’t search Pei’s background out of awe, but even seeing him dancing with Teacher Wei today made him suddenly immersed in a cold sense of smallness.

I’m too far away from achieving that.

Pei Ruye’s movements were as easy as breathing and walking.

Even if he swung his wrists, hips, necks and shoulders and flipped his joints at the same time, his expression and movements were so casual that there was no trace of being a performance.

Teacher Wei danced neat and tidy. He was also really cool and handsome, but he was completely like a student in front of Pei Ruye, because there were still traces of this being a performance to him.

Teacher Pei’s carelessness didn’t depend on the one who’s looking, but on his absolute control of the dance.

Their footsteps were amazing, sliding and retreating, and their bodies seem to be divided into 40 interlocking chains. When bouncing and turning, each fixed point was perfect.

Mei Shengyao and Chi Ji began to dance with them the second time, staring at Teacher Pei’s wrist and knee movements and repeating the movements to memorize them, looking more and more serious.

Longjia was the third to join the dance, and his bouncing was almost equal to that of the teachers.

Xie Lianyun and Bo Jue looked at each other silently and followed the movements like scarecrows.

There were popular and simple types of repertoire for trainees to select. After all, the company didn’t choose professional dancers, and the professional requirements weren’t so high.

When it was their turn to do it six times, there was no room for taking water at all, and they made tough moves in the first one.

After dancing three times, Huoren drew back his mind and went through all the videos in his mind. Suddenly, he was a little nervous.

Pei Ruye danced three times without sweating at all. He made six teenagers to lead the dance once at last.

Many SPF dance teachers were standing outside the glass wall. They heard that Pei Ruye had come to teach dancing himself today, but they were so shocked that they were full of worship for him.

The man turned and danced with a light smile, and the action of turning back and shaking his shoulder was extremely clean.

There wasn’t any superfluous movement, being that more than enough to make people think he was too sexy.

It was a serious class but, at this moment, even the sense of being a performance was completely forgotten, and the atmosphere of music and dance was condensed and melted into the man.

Teacher Wei stopped at the third time and looked at Teacher Pei as his fan.

When the music was turned off, not only the teachers outside the field gave a long cry of disappointment, but Huoren even expected him to dance again.

It was best to keep watching him dance and never stop.

“Have you all seen it clearly?” Pei Ruye raised his lips and said with a smile: “Remember all the steps in an hour. If you don’t understand something, ask Teacher Wei.”

On the screen, a long-recorded version of the group dance began to be played in synchronous cycles.

“An hour later…” His tone became subtle: “I’ll teach you”.

The man turned around and signed autographs for the teachers. Teacher Wei came to his senses and spoke with a little excitement, “Come on, let’s go through every verse.”

The six stood behind him in two lines, concentrating on learning.

“One, two, three, two, two, three-“

“Here you have to raise your head and lower your waist at the same time, open your knees and shake them, and look into the mirror!”

After waiting for an hour, Pei Ruye came back from the office, and he also held a white bamboo sword in his hand.

The edge of the sword was smooth and imitated the style of Eastern Ying. Huoren recognized this as a teaching whip at a glance.

Wei Jie didn’t stop and told them to pick up the details again, slowly speeding up from one verse to another and then to two or three verses played together.

Holding the bamboo sword, the man slowly walked around and watched their movements silently.

“Four, two, three, four”

Swish!

The white bamboo sword suddenly hit the back of Huoren’s waist, and the boy hissed because of the pain.

Wei Jie immediately added, “Huoren, your waist is too high to move properly. Don’t remember with your head.” He also said calmly, “Use your body.”

“Five, two– three, four, six, two–“

Swish!

The second was on Huoren’s calf.

Huoren was wearing shorts and it hurt so much that he looked sideways unconsciously.

He faced the peach blossom eyes that seemed to laugh as he endured the pain.

Wei Jie taught the dance in the front and the six took turns.

Pei Ruye’s power control was exquisite.

If he hit them hard, they would only feel pain. If he hit them lightly, the students wouldn’t understand what to do.

He flipped the sword between his wrists and slammed it.

Chi Ji and Mei Shengyao have been practicing dancing since they were three years old. They are very flexible and have a strong ability to understand what they have to do, but Pei Ruye beat them several times to correct the incorrect movements until they were perfect.

Xie Lianyun and Bo Jue almost turned into zebras for two hours. The hit itself didn’t really hurt, but they often made mistakes, so they were punished a lot, making their skin have por red marks.

Huoren still had time to watch others in the first half, and in the second half he endured the pain and remembered the movements.

He didn’t get beaten a lot, but he was afraid of pain.

His arms and calves were in pain, as if a large area of nerves had been damaged and then eroded all the way up.

But how can you learn how to dance without being beaten?

Efficiency and muscle memory were necessary to endure this – like a slow to fast ferry ride.

Sometimes, having two or three movements wrong one after another made Huoren to be in so much pain to the point where his lips were white.

He wasn’t hurt that much when he first tried to do a split, because that was in control of his own power, now it came without warning.

Finally, the teenager stopped watching the demonstration of Wei Jie at all. Following the video in his mind and all the muscle memory, he danced to the song. His teeth were tight and his eyes were red.

Pei Ruye looked at him, showing no emotion.

The basics weren’t good, and his waist wasn’t soft enough.

He’d have to teach him slowly in the future.

This dance lasted three minutes, which was equivalent to 180 seconds.

Every second, his knees, feet, legs, wrists and shoulders all had their own changes and positions, which was equivalent to thousands of small movements that needed to be recorded. It had been a long morning.

At the end of class, several people shouted with relief.

Pei Ruye held the bamboo sword and said with a smile: “Students, see you the day after tomorrow.”

The youngsters shouted in unison: “Goodbye, teacher!”

Longjia learned quickly and was unharmed for the next hour. He held Xie Lianyun in his left hand and Bo Jue in his right hand, laughing and scolding them, just to take them back to the dormitory.

Chi Ji and Yaoyao carried their meal cards and went downstairs to get the meals for them. They knew that Bo Jue had to lie on the sofa all noon.

Huoren walked behind them, his waist, heart and elbow were still burning with pain.

“I really didn’t expect this,” said Bo Jue, who couldn’t even care about his long hair when he fell on the sofa. “Aish… It hurts.”

Xie Lianyun lay flat on the other side and looked serene: “I won’t go to the vocal music class in the afternoon.”

“If Teacher Zhong asks, I’ll say I’m dead.”

Longjia grabbed the medicine box to help them and said, “In this situation, it’s difficult to even get a C-level, so you still have to practice.”

Bo Jue said angrily: “If I have the opportunity of teaching teacher Pei the piano… I’ll kill him!”

Huoren quietly rubbed the red mark on his wrist, bypassed them and went back to the room.

The moment he was in his soft bed, he felt like a baby.

He couldn’t feel his aching limbs, and his consciousness gradually drifted away.

The mobile phone suddenly vibrated twice.

[Remittance notice of United Bank]: You have received 500,000 yuan, and your account balance is now 509,000 yuan.

The boy vaguely counted the zeros. He didn’t remember to be happy about it. He tilted his head and fell asleep.

Zhong Fengyu didn’t expect these little rabbits to be late for class on the first day.

He was forty-five years old. His students had long been countless, and many were famous.

Huoren looked guilty, and his messy hair hadn’t been combed in time.

“You went to dancing lessons this morning?” He said. “I knew it”

Mei Shengyao quietly gave Huoren the sandwich in his arms: “Brother Ren, you didn’t eat at noon.”

Teacher Zhong didn’t seem to see the boy’s movements. She turned to the information page and said, “Three seventeen year olds, two fifteen years olds and one has twelve?”

“Almost thirteen,” Mei Shengyao said immediately, “my birthday is on February 14th!”

Longjia said, “Mine is also on February 14th.”

“Don’t be in a hurry to identify relatives,” Zhong Fengyu pointed to the three small stools in the corner. “The ones with Fifteen or twelve, go to eat sandwiches with the leader. The other three come over, let’s measure your voice range.”

Chi Ji said sad, “Teacher, I wasn’t late.”

“Sit down, kiddo.” Zhong Fengyu’s head was thinking: “what goes on with Jiang Shu? Children in the voice change period aren’t afraid to damage their voice when they learn vocals.”

Uncle Jiang knocked at the door: “You called me?”

Teacher Zhong was frightened and said, “Y-y-you?”

Uncle Jiang opened the door and came in and took a look at the six of them. He felt a little haunted.

“I asked professionals to see them before.” Uncle pointed to the 15-year-old group: “These two are expected to change their voices this summer and end in the second half of next year. Mei Shengyao was tested by his father. It is estimated that his voice will change next spring.”

“Teacher Zhong, have you taken a look?”

Zhong Fengyu touched his chest and urged him to hurry away: “I know, I’m in class right now.”

As soon as Uncle Jiang left, the three older boys sang to find their state in turns.

Then, they standed next to Zhong Fengyu in turn to measure their range.

When the teacher pressed a key, they sang along to find the boundary between the lowest and the highest note they could reach.

“Longjia, bass” Teacher Zhong wrote quickly: “from c to e22, practice more and broaden the range.”

“Xie Lianyun, baritone, f to g2.”

Xie Lianyun covered his throat and nodded.

Although Bo Jue was turned into a zebra in the morning and rested for three hours at noon, he came back to being a proud Little Swan again. His long hair was washed and dried.

“My range is from f to e3.”

Teacher Zhong was happy: “I remember you. I heard you under the stage when you were playing the piano in Vienna.”

Bo Jue blinked and said, “Chopin?”

“Yes.” Teacher Zhong liked him very much. He waved his hand and said, “you have an absolute sense of sound. There’s nothing else to say. The other three, come here and I’ll tell you something.”

Huoren and his companions stood back in front of the piano.

“You also heard what uncle Jiang said. Puberty and voice change period are coming. You must protect your voice.”

Teacher Zhong closed the piano and said in earnest: “Once your vocal cords are excessively injured while your voice is changing, the consequences are irreversible, you know. Don’t be greedy and protect it from hot and cold. You’re not allowed to take risks, wanting to do high notes.”

When he said these words, he was quite like a painstaking doctor: “You should protect our body. Colds and coughs will also destroy your throat. You must be careful at any time.”

Before, when Huoren knew he was holding a huge sum of money, he felt like an adult. At this moment, he was suddenly downgraded to the children’s group and bowed his head as an answer.

So, the three older boys and the three undeveloped ones were divided into two classes. They would take different classes in the future according to their physical condition.

After class in the afternoon, the six people met in the cafeteria of the canteen. Mei Shengyao suddenly remembered a very important thing.

“Well, tomorrow is Friday, isn’t it?”

Xie Lianyun looked at him with a blank face and poked the beef meat that he had for dinner.

“Ha… haven’t we just finished the new year?”

Footnotes

Basically, he’s saying that Huoren is the only one that can achieve that lmao.

I actually do not know if this is correct, I have no idea about music, sorry:(