136: Chapter 135 Selection Criteria: Attitude is King

7:50 AM.

Chengdu.

The open space downstairs of the Morning Star Dance Studio.

It was surging with crowds.

Three hundred and twenty-six people stood in the sunlight.

There were crew dancers wearing uniformly customized outfits, students carrying shabby backpacks, and underground dancers stepping in frayed canvas shoes.

Lin Hao stood on the second-floor balcony and set up the tripod.

The camera lens was aimed downward.

The live streaming channel opened.

Tens of millions of netizens poured in.

[What a grand scene! The entire Chinese Entertainment Industry is waiting for this selection!]

[I saw several top gods in the domestic Street Dance circle! Is that guy in red the Battle King from last year?]

[The resumes are thick enough to crush someone to death; this lineup is enough to directly fight in the domestic finals.]

[With God Su's appeal, all the dancers in China have been blasted out.]

[A six-hour assessment, what on earth are they testing?]

8:00 sharp.

Su Chen pushed open the glass door and walked down the steps.

He wore a black short-sleeve shirt and solid-colored sweatpants, holding a black microphone in his hand.

Lin Yue followed behind carrying a large cardboard box.

The cardboard box was filled with more than three hundred heavy resumes.

Su Chen walked to the front of the crowd and stopped.

The commotion at the scene vanished instantly.

"Teacher Su."

Several young dancers in the front row straightened their waists, their eyes glowing, "Our award resumes are all in the box."

Su Chen glanced at the cardboard box.

"Lin Yue."

Su Chen spoke, "Dump it."

Lin Yue did not hesitate.

She walked over to the green trash can nearby and turned the cardboard box upside down with both hands.

Clatter.

More than three hundred A4 papers printed with championships, runner-ups, and international titles were all dumped into the trash can.

A commotion broke out among the crowd.

"We are not looking at these today."

Su Chen raised the microphone, and his steady voice spread across the audience, "We don't look at dance age, we don't look at labels, and we don't look at how many awards you have won."

A blond-dyed youth took a step forward.

Chen Jie.

The runner-up of the domestic HHI singles competition.

His chest was printed with the logo of a domestic top label.

"Teacher Su."

Chen Jie said in an unfriendly tone, "I flew overnight from Shanghai. My resume represents my strength. If you don't look at these, on what basis are you selecting people?"

Su Chen looked at him: "Based on your performance next."

"How will we be tested?"

Chen Jie pursued the question.

"Play the music."

Su Chen turned and pointed to the two giant speakers on the second-floor balcony, "You guys dance. Do not stop moving, and catch the beat. Stop halfway, or fail to keep up, and you can leave directly."

"How many rounds?"

"There are no rounds."

Su Chen looked at the watch on his wrist, "Dance continuously for six hours. At 2:00 PM, those who are still standing here will stay."

The open space fell into dead silence.

Three seconds later, Chen Jie let out a sneer.

"Six hours? Are you recruiting dancers or marathon runners?"

Chen Jie pointed at the concrete ground, "Street Dance pays attention to explosiveness, creativity, and choreography. Consuming physical strength purely for six hours is destroying our muscle memory."

Su Chen did not explain.

He raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the gate: "The door is over there."

Chen Jie clenched his teeth, his face livid: "Just because you got the special invitation from WDSC doesn't mean you have the qualification to insult domestic professional dancers. I won't accompany you in this kind of drill."

He turned and waved.

Twelve dancers wearing the same label outfits followed him out of the phalanx and strode toward the street corner.

The live broadcast room's bullet comments flooded the screen.

[Holy crap! Chen Jie left! That's a Popper ranked in the top three domestically!]

[God Su is too arrogant! Chasing people away directly?]

[Street Dance really shouldn't be practiced this way; physical exhaustion will lead to injuries.]

[What the hell do you know! The main matches of world tournaments run continuously; physical fitness is the admission ticket!]

[Dance if you want, don't dance if you don't, nobody is begging him to come. God Su is weeding out the pampered young masters here!]

Su Chen withdrew his gaze.

"Who else wants to leave?"

No one moved.

Yan Yu stood in the front row with a high ponytail, her hands clenched into fists.

Old Jin led the Bengshan Five Brothers to loosen their shoulders.

Su Chen raised his left hand.

He snapped his fingers.

On the second-floor balcony, Lin Hao pressed the play button.

Heavy bass electronic music suddenly exploded.

BPM 100.

More than three hundred people in the open space immediately entered the state.

Locking, Popping, Breaking.

Colorful figures rolled and jumped on the concrete ground.

The assessment began.

The first hour.

The sunlight became dazzling.

The temperature rose to 28 degrees.

The music did not stop, and the BPM was raised to 110.

Twenty-four people stepped out of the ranks and sat on the curb, panting heavily.

The third hour.

BPM 130.

The surface temperature of the concrete ground exceeded 40 degrees.

Sweat smashed onto the ground and instantly evaporated.

Some people's movements became deformed.

Some people had cramps in their thighs.

"I can't take it anymore..." A girl cried and fell to the ground, and was pulled out of the venue by her companion.

Half of the people were eliminated.

Yan Yu's T-shirt was completely soaked, sticking to her back.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably.

Old Jin's movements slowed down, but he gritted his back teeth tightly and continued to complete the chest tremors.

1:00 PM.

The fifth hour.

There were less than a hundred people left in the venue.

The music was suddenly cut off.

Everyone's movements froze, and they breathed heavily.

Someone's knees softened and directly knelt on the ground.

"Is it over?"

Yan Yu's chest heaved violently, and her throat was smoking.

Su Chen walked to the center of the venue.

He didn't even sweat a single drop.

His breathing frequency was exactly the same as usual.

He picked up the microphone.

"It's not time yet."

Su Chen turned his head to look at Lin Hao: "Switch to Engineering No. 2."

Lin Hao tapped on the keyboard with both hands.

This time, there was no Euro-American electronic music.

A dull and heavy big drum suddenly smashed into everyone's eardrums.

Immediately following, the murderous sound of the guzheng and the heavy bass synthesizer cut in at the same time.

An unprecedented majestic accompaniment rushed out of the speakers.

Su Chen gripped the microphone tightly.

His right foot stepped back half a step.

His chest roared, and he spoke.

"The eastern longitude centered on Dunhuang, this nation's coastline is like a bow."

"That Great Wall is like a dream waiting to be shot for five thousand years, I use my arms to pull open the weight of this entire land."

The moment the lyrics came out, the live broadcast room across the entire network paralyzed.

[Holy crap!! What song is this!!]

[Eastern instruments plus heavy metal Rap? My scalp is numb!]

[These lyrics are written so domineeringly! It cannot be searched across the entire network! It's his original new song again!]

[This drumbeat is simply tailor-made for Street Dance!]

[Su Chen entered the field personally!!]

In the center of the venue.

Su Chen did not just stand there and sing.

His body followed the lyrics he sang, bursting out with a shocking set of composite dance steps.

"What content does the wind blowing south from the Mongolian Plateau write!"

"Do you understand Chinese characters at all, the same skin color and face!"

He turned, hit the beat, and his joints burst out with visible high-frequency tremors.

Every pause perfectly engaged with the plucked strings of the guzheng.

The remaining eighty-plus people watched this scene, their pupils contracting.

After six hours of extreme drilling, they thought human physical endurance had a limit.

But the man in front of them was using even more terrifying intensity to crush their common sense.

Yan Yu let out a torn roar.

She suddenly straightened her body, and following the rhythm of Dragon Fist, waved her arms again.

Old Jin beat his chest and burst out with all his strength.

The remaining dancers in the open space were all ignited by this majestic power.

They forgot about muscle soreness and the high temperature.

"My right fist opened the sky and transformed into a dragon!"

"Move the mountains and rivers again to fill the cracks!"

"Put a close-up of the Eastern face on the screens of the whole world!"

Su Chen's singing echoed over Chengdu.

At this moment, everyone's movements achieved a wonderful synchronization.

No one choreographed it.

But their momentum merged into one within the drumbeats.

2:00 PM.

The music stopped.

Su Chen's trailing note dissipated.

On the open space, thumping sounds connected into a piece.

Everyone collapsed completely.

Some lay on the ground looking at the sky and laughing wildly, while others lay prone on the concrete ground retching.

Su Chen held the microphone and looked at this group of people lying on the ground.

Not many, not few, sixty-eight people.

His gaze swept across Yan Yu's dust-covered face and Old Jin's worn-out sneakers.

"Sixty-eight people."

Su Chen's voice returned to calm.

"Tomorrow morning at 8:00. Gather in the No. 1 Training Room."

Cheers erupted from the ground.

Several people hugged each other and cried bitterly.

They got the admission ticket to the world tournament.

They proved that they had the qualification to stand in this team.

Lin Hao turned off the live stream and ran down carrying a large water tank.

He distributed sports drinks to everyone.

When he walked up to Yan Yu, Yan Yu leaned against the wall, lacking even the strength to unscrew the bottle cap.

"We passed..." Yan Yu panted, her eyes bright.

Lin Hao helped her unscrew the water bottle and handed it over.

He glanced at Su Chen's back as he walked upstairs.

"Drink more water."

Lin Hao spoke in a low voice.

Yan Yu raised her head: "What's wrong?"

"Today is just a screening."

Lin Hao looked at her, "He just sent tomorrow's training plan."

Lin Hao paused for a moment, his voice lowering even further.

"Tomorrow's intensity will be ten times that of today's."

Yan Yu's hand holding the water bottle stopped in mid-air.

She swallowed a dry lump of saliva and looked at the closed glass door of the No. 1 Training Room.

Behind the door hid a beast about to open its big mouth.

Waiting to completely dismantle them and reassemble them again.