17: Chapter 017 went viral online, topped the trending searches, and the "Bouncing Mountain Brothers" gained a million followers overnight.

Douyin Live Streaming Section.

The live streaming room of top Street Dance blogger "A-K".

As an OG who has won the Popin category championship in domestic Street Dance competitions, A-K has always been unruly and arrogant.

He was sitting in front of the camera, wearing a duckbill cap, chewing gum, and looking utterly impatient.

"Can you guys stop spamming the screen here?" A-K patted the table. "What grassroots master? What brick-moving laborer instantly kills me? I've been doing Poping for fifteen years, with my bones fractured three times. You guys are comparing some bumpkin to me?"

The bullet chats were uniformly filled with [Go watch the thirteen-second god-making clip].

The top patron directly smashed ten Carnivals, accompanied by a message: [Search for Su Chen, and talk after you finish watching.]

A-K sneered.

"Fine, since the big boss has spoken, I'll show you what this so-called grassroots master is really made of."

He switched out of the page and searched for the video.

The screen lit up.

Thirteen seconds.

An extremely short thirteen seconds.

The accompaniment stopped, and the video froze on the frame of Su Chen snapping his fingers.

The gum in A-K's mouth stopped moving.

The disdain and arrogance on his face were instantly frozen, as if a basin of ice water had been poured directly over his head.

The live streaming room was so quiet that his breathing could be heard.

The bullet chats began to scroll frantically.

[Brother K? Say something, Brother K!]

[Where was that arrogance from just now? Keep reviewing!]

[I'm just asking what level this wave is!]

A-K took a deep breath and silently spat his gum into the trash can. He took off the duckbill cap on his head, scratched his hair, put his hands together facing the camera, and bowed down.

"I'm sorry, I was speaking too loudly just now."

A-K's tone was extremely dry.

"This brother's chest vibration and muscle isolation are something I couldn't do even if I practiced until my next life. His core strength and force application logic have already exceeded my understanding of Street Dance."

"Stop using me to clout-chase him; I'm not worthy."

"This fucking deity has descended to the mortal world to experience life!"

On the other side, in the live streaming room of Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan, a well-known boy band choreography mentor in the Chinese Entertainment Industry.

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan was breaking down films for fans, analyzing the fancam stages of popular traffic idols.

The fans' bullet chats were wildly spamming Su Chen's name.

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone gentle yet carrying the arrogance of a professional.

"Alright, since everyone is bringing it up, I will break down this video for everyone from the perspective of pure professional choreography and framework. Laymen watch the fun, while we insiders watch the inner workings. Many explosive online videos actually cannot withstand frame-by-frame scrutiny."

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan clicked open the video and directly adjusted it to 0.5x speed.

"Look at his initial chest vibration, the amplitude is very small. This is because..."

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan's words got stuck in his throat.

His brows knitted tightly together, he dragged the progress bar back, and watched it again.

0.25x speed.

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan leaned close to the screen, almost pressing his face against the monitor.

"This pelvis... This shoulder..."

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan's voice began to tremble.

"He didn't use any momentum! The isolation is achieved purely through instantaneous muscle contraction! This defies common sense! With this kind of extreme separation, even the chief choreographers of those top labels in South Korea could never do it this cleanly!"

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan leaned back heavily against the chair back, not even having time to push up the glasses that had slid down to the bridge of his nose.

He gave a wry smile and shook his head.

"It can't be broken down."

"This person has broken down the muscles to a cellular level. He is Dancing entirely on the body's instinctive muscle memory. This kind of texture, no one in the country can choreograph."

The bullet chats completely exploded.

[Teacher Lin's state of mind has shattered!]

[Even a professional choreography mentor says it can't be broken down, the gold content is still rising!]

[You guys said he went to feed pigs? These pigs eat better than I do!]

[Teacher Lin, he really is a brick-moving laborer!]

Choreography Mentor Lin Yuan looked at the bullet chats, the corners of his eyes twitching: "A brick-moving laborer? If he's a brick-moving laborer, those idols in the Chinese Entertainment Industry can go straight to the factory to screw nuts!"

In the live streaming room of the cover dance circle's ten-million-follower goddess "Xiao Miao".

Xiao Miao was wearing a JK uniform, preparing to cover a girl group dance for her fans.

The bullet chats were filled with [Go watch Su Chen].

Xiao Miao puckered her lips and clicked open the search bar.

"Just how handsome is he to charm you guys like this? I must see for myself."

Thirteen seconds later.

Xiao Miao covered her glowing red cheeks tightly with both hands, her eyes wide as saucers, and her whole body bounced right up in the gaming chair.

"Help!!!"

Xiao Miao shrieked out loud.

"How can he be so handsome! This casual yet overwhelmingly arrogant vibe! This look! This hit point!"

"What do those greasy-faced male stars in the Chinese Entertainment Industry have to compare with him!"

"Family members! I'm booking a flight to Kunming overnight! I want to have his babies!"

The bullet chats were instantly flooded by [Draw your swords].

[He belongs to everyone! Don't even think about hogging him all to yourself!]

[Dual crushing of appearance and strength, this man is simply a nuclear weapon!]

This night, the internet went completely crazy.

Street Dance circle, choreography circle, cover dance circle, appearance section... All bloggers across the entire internet related to Dancing and appearance were hard-controlled by this thirteen-second video.

The massive traffic converged into an unprecedented storm.

Eleven o'clock at night.

The short video platform's trending search list refreshed on time.

The entry #Thirteen Seconds God-Making Su Chen# directly topped the trending searches in an unstoppable posture!

Followed by a deep red character "Explosion"!

Viewership exceeded ten million!

Likes exceeded three million!

Su Chen's name completely became the storm center of traffic across the entire internet.

And at the edge of this storm.

Kunming, a dilapidated rented house in an urban village somewhere.

The wall peels were shedding, and several boxes of cheap instant noodles were piled in the corner.

All five brothers of the "Bengshan Brothers" were crammed into this small room of less than twenty square meters.

The air was permeated with the smell of cheap tobacco and sweat.

Guan Heng squatted on the cement floor, his fingers tightly pinching that second-hand phone with a cracked screen.

His entire body was shaking.

From his wrists to his shoulders, he shook like a sieve.

POT, dyed with yellow hair, knelt on the ground, holding Guan Heng's arm tightly with both hands, his eyeballs bloodshot, and tears mixing with snot streaming down.

The third, fourth, and fifth brothers gathered around, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Five pairs of eyes were nailed tightly to the backend data of the phone screen.

Just two hours ago, after Yan Yu posted that original video and tagged their account.

Their ragged account, which recorded farming and pig-feeding and usually only had a few hundred followers, ushered in an unprecedented traffic tsunami.

Follower count: 100,000.

300,000.

500,000.

800,000.

1,000,000!

1,200,000!

The numbers were still rolling upwards at a scalp-numbing speed.

Every second it refreshed, there were thousands of new follows.

The private message inbox had already crashed from overload, and the entire screen was filled with cooperation invitations sent by various MCN agencies and advertisers, with quotes more exaggerated than the last.

"Brother..."

POT swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his voice as hoarse as a broken bellows, "Are we... are we dreaming?"

Guan Heng didn't speak.

He suddenly raised his hand and struck his own face hard with a backhand "pa".

Five finger marks instantly appeared.

"Does it hurt?" Guan Heng asked.

"It hurts!" POT was startled.

Guan Heng's eye sockets turned red.

He abruptly stood up, violently slammed the half cigarette butt in his hand onto the ground, and crushed it thoroughly with the tip of his foot.

"We have money to pay the rent."

Guan Heng's voice carried a crying tone, yet it also revealed a gritty, gnashing ruthlessness.

"We don't have to go back to the village to mix pig feed."

In his mind, the sentence left behind by that man wearing a gray short-sleeve when he departed on Nanping Pedestrian Street suddenly flashed across.

"Stop farming, switch to Dancing instead."

"You guys can get popular."

Guan Heng abruptly turned around, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at the four brothers in front of him.

He strode over, grabbed POT by the collar, and hoisted him up from the ground.

"Listen up, all of you!"

Guan Heng practically roared out.

"Starting today, whoever the fuck dares to slack off again, I will personally break his legs!"

"Big Brother pointed out a bright path for us, smashing wealth as vast as the heavens directly onto our heads! For bumpkins like us, even if we dance our bones to pieces and throw our lives in, we absolutely must not lose face for Big Brother!"

The fifth brother wiped the tears from his face and nodded fiercely: "Brother, let's fight to the death!"

"Right! Fight to the death!"