3: Chapter 003 I Want Him to Be My Teacher!

As soon as Yan Yu uttered the words "full-score standard answer," the livestream room weirdly fell silent for a second.

Immediately after, the screen filled with question marks and mockery exploded.

The online viewer count had already surpassed two thousand, and dense bullet comments covered the entire screen.

[Streamer, did you get water in your brain? Teach Zhang Yixing?]

[I'm laughing to death. Can those in the country who can teach Zhang Yixing Dancing even be counted on two hands, okay?!]

[Just a crappy dance class teacher on the second floor of a mall, and they are worthy of leeching off a top-tier star? You must be crazy wanting to get famous!]

[It looked quite impressive just now, but calling it a full-score answer is too absurd. Do you even understand its value?]

[Script dog get lost! This woman must have colluded with that man upstairs!]

[Don't just sit here talking big, if you have the guts, go up and find him!]

[Right! Go up and confront him face-to-face! I want to see what kind of sacred being he is!]

[Not daring to go up and find someone means you have a guilty conscience! Hurry up, go to the second floor!]

A full eight highly-voted bullet comments linked together literally roasted Yan Yu over an open fire.

Looking at the mockery all over the screen, Yan Yu's temper also flared up.

As a student of the Dance Academy, she knew too well what the rhythm she saw just now meant.

Outsiders watch the spectacle, while insiders look at the technique.

That kind of absolute control over muscles was simply not something ordinary dancers could have.

Even her teachers at the dance school couldn't do it!

This group of laymen still dared to question her???

"Saying I have a script? Fine, fine, fine!" Yan Yu held up her selfie stick and shouted at the camera, "I'm going up right now!"

She turned around and squeezed towards the direction of the mall's main entrance.

At this point, the plaza was already in complete chaos.

The Buqi Dance Troupe's performance ended, and they were preparing to leave under the escort of staff.

Fans all around surged forward frantically, wanting group photos and autographs.

Going against the flow of people, Yan Yu was shoved left and right, and several times her phone almost got knocked flying.

"Make way! Please make way!"

Protecting her phone, she broke through the gaps in the crowd while sweating profusely.

Rushing into the first-floor entrance of the mall, she couldn't even wait for the elevator, and directly sprinted to the second floor by stepping on the nearby pedestrian stairs.

She rushed to the second-floor corridor in one breath.

Following the direction she saw downstairs just now, Yan Yu jogged all the way over to look for it.

At the end of the corridor, that huge floor-to-ceiling window appeared before her eyes.

The glass door had the large characters "Morning Star Dance Studio" pasted on it.

Panting heavily, Yan Yu ran to the door and reached out to push the glass door.

It wouldn't budge.

A U-lock hung on the door.

Inside the studio, only a dim hallway light was left, and the spacious wooden floor was completely empty.

There was simply no sign of that man wearing the white T-shirt.

The person had left.

Yan Yu stood frozen in place, her hands clinging to the glass door as she peered inside.

There was no one at the front desk, no one in the rest area, and no one in the innermost classroom.

She came up empty-handed.

That feeling of rushing up eagerly only to have a bucket of cold water dumped on her chilled her heart by half.

The bullet comments in the livestream room started steering the narrative again.

"It's over, he's not here." Yan Yu said dejectedly to the camera.

[Hahaha, I knew it was a script! The person must have slipped away!]

[Streamer's acting skills are no good, this disappointed expression is too fake.]

[Pack it up, pack it up, it's purely hype, so boring.]

[Just now you were bragging to the heavens, and now you can't even find a ghost's shadow.]

[You wasted my emotions!]

Just as Yan Yu was preparing to end the livestream, footsteps shuffling in shoes suddenly came from behind her.

Immediately following was a man's voice.

"Beauty, what are you looking at?"

Yan Yu was startled and suddenly turned her head back.

A young man wearing a floral shirt was carrying a cup of iced shaken lemon tea, biting a straw in his mouth, and sauntering over.

It was precisely Lin Hao, who had slipped out earlier to watch the excitement.

Lin Hao looked Yan Yu up and down, then glanced at the selfie stick she was holding.

"Want to learn Dancing?" Lin Hao spat out the straw, pointed at the tightly shut glass door, and said, "We're off work today, all our teachers have withdrawn. If you want to learn, come back tomorrow morning at ten."

Yan Yu's eyes lit up, she rushed forward directly, and grabbed Lin Hao's arm tightly.

"Are you from this studio?"

Lin Hao shivered from her grab, and the lemon tea in his hand almost squirted out.

"Big sis, don't get excited. Yeah, I'm a partner here. What's up?"

Yan Yu was so excited her voice was trembling: "Just now! Right just now! Who was that man Dancing in front of your classroom's floor-to-ceiling window!"

Looking at Yan Yu's starry-eyed appearance, Lin Hao instantly understood in his heart.

He had seen too many young girls like this. She must have watched the Buqi Dance Troupe dance downstairs just now, got stimulated by the atmosphere, and on a whim wanted to learn Street Dance.

"Oh, you mean the one who didn't go downstairs to join the fun just now." Lin Hao shook off Yan Yu's hand, took a slurp of lemon tea, and said in an extremely casual tone, "That's our dance teacher here."

"What's his name?" Yan Yu pressed further.

Lin Hao turned around and pointed at a row of faculty introduction boards hanging on the corridor wall.

"See, the one at the very top, Su Chen."

Yan Yu looked over in the direction of Lin Hao's finger. A few photos hung on the wall.

In the most prominent position was a simple half-length photo.

The man was wearing a pure black short-sleeved shirt and sported neat, layered hair.

His facial features were extremely three-dimensional, his brow bones were high, and the bridge of his nose was straight and tall.

The arc of his jawline was clean and sharp, without a shred of excess fat.

He just looked quietly at the camera, exuding a casual sense of coldness, handsome with extreme aggressiveness.

Especially that tuft of curly hair in front of his forehead.

This utterly tacky hairstyle was surprisingly so harmonious on him, as if it were specially designed for him.

Yan Yu was completely dumbfounded.

She subconsciously brought her phone camera close to that photo, allowing the viewers in the livestream room to see it crystal clear.

The bullet comments, which were still wildly mocking just a moment ago, instantly stagnated for a second.

Immediately after, it ushered in a completely explosive new round!

[Holy shit! Does this face actually exist?]

[Sorry, I was speaking too loudly just now!]

[This appearance hiding on the second floor teaching Dancing? What a waste of heaven's precious gifts!]

[This face, this temperament, going straight to South Korea to be a Trainee could debut in the center position, right!]

[One minute, I want all the information on this man!]

[Those who said it was a script come out and get beaten, looking like this does he need a script? Just debut on the spot, okay!]

[A ten-year veteran fan arrives uninvited! Streamer, hurry and help me ask if he has a girlfriend! I'll sign up tomorrow!]

The entire screen was filled with shock and the revelry of looks-obsessed fans.

Looking at Su Chen in the photo, Yan Yu's mind once again flashed back to that heaven-defying rhythm she saw downstairs just now.

Being outrageously handsome, he also possessed that kind of terrifying dance prowess.

Such a person, why would he be a dance teacher on the second floor of a third-tier city's shopping mall?

Yan Yu turned her head and stared fixedly at Lin Hao.

"Is he coming tomorrow?"

Lin Hao was stared at by Yan Yu until he felt a bit creeped out, unconsciously taking half a step back.

"He comes, he's here every day. But he usually only takes kids in the basic classes, doesn't really take large classes..."

Before Lin Hao could finish his words, Yan Yu directly cut him off.

"Good." Yan Yu took a deep breath, her tone resolute, "Tomorrow morning at ten, I'll come sign up."

She reached out and pointed at Su Chen's photo on the wall.

"How much the tuition is doesn't matter."

"I want him to be my teacher."