15: Chapter 015 Fifteen Seconds Is Enough

Next to Nanping Pedestrian Street, outside a bubble tea shop with its sign lit up.

Under the sun umbrella.

Guan Heng fished a tattered data cable out of his pocket and plugged it into the power bank Yan Yu handed over.

A red battery icon lit up on the screen.

It was noisy all around, with the pedestrian street crowd squeezing past, but this corner of the bubble tea shop was eerily quiet.

Yan Yu stared intently at the second-hand Android phone with three cracks on the corner of the screen.

Zhou Le and the other three roommates didn't even dare to breathe heavily, closely surrounding Yan Yu from behind.

In the live broadcast room, over thirty thousand online viewers stared at the black screen, while the bullet comments flew by frantically.

[Turn on! Turn on already! You're driving me crazy!]

[This crappy phone isn't going to freeze, is it? Dropping the ball at a critical moment!]

[What can you even tell in just fifteen seconds? Are you guys all that excited?]

[Hey the guy in front saying you can't tell anything, go check how many trending searches Zhang Yixing's fifteen-second fancam can explode!]

"It's lit up, it's lit up!" Second POT shouted, pointing at the screen.

The boot animation flashed past.

Guan Heng clumsily swiped open the screen, tapped into the gallery, and flipped down two pages.

"The image quality isn't too great." Guan Heng rubbed his hands together and tapped on a thumbnail. "There's dust in my phone lens, and plus the screen is cracked, so just make do and watch."

"It doesn't matter!" Yan Yu grabbed Guan Heng's wrist, her voice urgent. "As long as we can see the movements clearly! Hit play!"

Guan Heng pressed the play button.

Yan Yu moved her own phone lens closer to ensure the viewers in the live broadcast room could see the screen clearly.

The video began.

The background was the square of Nanping Pedestrian Street, with a few fallen leaves still visible on the ground.

Su Chen was wearing a somewhat faded gray short-sleeve shirt and black sweatpants, his hands hanging loosely at his sides.

The chorus intro of BIGBANG's "BANG BANG BANG" played from the speakers.

Guan Heng's voice sounded from outside the video, carrying a heavy local accent: "Big Brother, how do you dance to this one?"

Su Chen didn't speak.

The music entered the countdown.

The very instant the heavy bass drumbeat smashed down!

Su Chen moved.

Yan Yu's pupils shrank abruptly, her breathing completely stalling at that moment.

In the footage, Su Chen didn't swing his arms with exaggerated amplitudes like the Bengshan Brothers.

He merely raised his head slightly, and his chest followed the first heavy hit with an extremely short Pop.

Just this single motion.

Yan Yu's scalp practically exploded!

It was too full!

That sense of power didn't emanate from the outside at all, but rather burst from the cracks of his bones, instantly transmitted to his muscles, and then instantly tightened by the muscles!

The ordinary gray short-sleeve pulled an extremely fierce wrinkle across his chest.

Immediately after, the dense electronic synthesized sounds poured down like a rainstorm.

At that moment, Su Chen's body seemed to have turned into a precision instrument.

Within an extremely short time span, his shoulders, chest, and hips completed three consecutive isolations (body part isolation).

Fast.

Accurate.

Fierce.

Every single hit was nailed dead-on to the heavy beats of the music, without even a 0.01-second margin of error.

The highest climax of the chorus.

Su Chen retracted his right foot half a step back, his knees slightly bent.

A smooth-as-clouds Electric Wave lit up from his fingertips, instantly piercing through his forearm, shoulders, chest, and finally reaching his ankles along his spine!

The range of motion was still not large.

But that ultimate tension, that effortless sense of relaxation, matched with his casual and indifferent gaze.

Directly danced this cliché nightclub divine song with the oppressive aura of a world-class Street Dance competition grand finals!

"Bang!"

The final drumbeat fell.

Su Chen snapped his fingers in mid-air, and his movement instantly froze.

As steady as Mount Tai.

Fifteen seconds.

The video progress bar reached the end, and the screen froze on Su Chen's expressionless face.

Outside the bubble tea shop.

Deathly silence.

Even the noisy speaker sounds from the nearby pedestrian street turned into a buzzing white noise in Yan Yu's ears.

Maintaining her pose of holding up the phone, Yan Yu looked as if all her strength had been drained, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.

She had studied dance for over a dozen years.

At the Dance Academy, she had seen national-level masters and champions of various competitions.

But she had never seen a person like this.

Simplifying the logic of force exertion to the absolute extreme, while pushing muscle control to the limit.

This was a monster stacked by talent and hell-tier training.

"Holy shit..."

Zhou Le stood behind Yan Yu, tightly covering her mouth with both hands, her eye sockets red.

Her ten years of practicing chest vibrations felt like nothing more than an infant who had just learned to walk in front of Su Chen's fifteen seconds just now.

The other three roommates looked at each other, seeing a deep sense of powerlessness in each other's eyes.

Dimensional reduction strike.

An unreasonable dimensional reduction strike.

After stalling for a full five seconds, the bullet comments in the live broadcast room ushered in an unprecedented super explosion.

The dense text completely plastered over the screen, and the phone even lagged for a moment due to the overwhelming amount of information.

[Oh my god... Are these even movements a human can pull off?!]

[Wait a minute! I rewound and watched it three times just now, his hip isolation... This is definitely impossible to be self-taught!]

[Insane, insane, insane! This frame! This rhythm! Is there anyone like this in the country?!]

[Is there any professional coming out to analyze this? What kind of level are these movements really?]

[Stop analyzing! I'm from the dance department of a sports university, I just sent the video to my mentor, and my mentor replied with a string of question marks, saying he has never seen this level of body control in his entire life!]

[This beat-matching is peerless! It feels like every single note is dancing inside his muscles!]

[Only fifteen seconds? Why is it only fifteen seconds!!! I want to watch the full version!!!]

[I'm kneeling down to him! Where are those haters from yesterday who said he wasn't as good as Zhang Yixing? Come out and get beaten!]

[The online audience count has reached thirty-two thousand! And this is traffic in broad daylight!]

Yan Yu took a deep breath, forcibly pressing her wildly beating heart back into her chest.

She turned the phone camera around to aim at herself.

Her eye sockets were full of bloodshot veins.

"Family members."

Yan Yu's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying a hard-to-conceal tremor.

"This video, I've already played it for you to see."

"Fifteen seconds."

"Only fifteen seconds."

She looked at the screen, pronouncing every single word clearly and heavily.

"But let me tell you, these fifteen seconds are enough to make anyone who has ever studied dance get down on their knees."

Yan Yu wasn't exaggerating.

If Su Chen's casual warm-up on the second floor of the shopping mall yesterday only made people feel amazed.

Then today's fifteen-second head-on fancam completely ripped off all the fig leaves, directly rubbing the face of the Chinese Entertainment Industry dance circle into the ground.

Fifth took off his sunglasses, scratched his head, and chimed in foolishly.

"When he finished dancing back then, the three of us brothers were completely dumbfounded, standing there unable to move at all."

Guan Heng tucked his cigarette behind his ear and sighed.

"Yeah, after that Big Brother finished dancing, he also said a sentence."

Yan Yu abruptly turned her head: "What did he say?"

Guan Heng mimicked the casual tone Su Chen used at the time and shrugged.

"He said, make do, my hands are rusty."

Make do.

My hands are rusty.

As soon as these six words came out, Yan Yu's legs went soft, and she almost failed to stand steady.

Zhou Le directly blurted out a curse word.

The live broadcast room was filled with wails.

[Rusty... Does he call this being rusty?!]

[If his hands were skillful, wouldn't he be able to go straight up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun!]

[Executing someone and condemning their heart! This is definitely executing someone and condemning their heart!]

[I've studied Street Dance for six years, today I officially announce my retirement.]

[A big shot's humblebrag is always so unreasonable.]

Yan Yu gave a bitter smile.

She now completely understood why Shen Yun approved a long leave for them to find someone after watching the video.

A dancer of this caliber, if he truly was that KING who disappeared from the Korean entertainment industry.

Then he was definitely a trump card of the Chinese dance world.

"Big Brother, can you send this video to me?"

"Sure, add me on WeChat, and I'll send it to you."