18: Chapter 018 Offline Showdown! The Uneven Dance Troupe Arrives at Nanping Street!

Yan Yu stared at Guan Heng's face.

"Big Brother, which way did he go after dancing the day before yesterday?"

Guan Heng scratched his red hair, recalled for a moment, and pointed in a direction.

"I saw him scan a shared bicycle and ride straight south along this street. I heard him mutter something as he left, saying he was going to Haigeng Dam to look at the water."

Haigeng Dam!

Dianchi!

Yan Yu abruptly turned around and yanked a dazed Zhou Le.

"Let's go! To Dianchi!"

The four of them rushed turbulently to Haigeng Dam.

By Dianchi in the afternoon, seagulls flew all over the sky, and tourists were as dense as dumplings dropped in a pot.

Holding a selfie stick, Yan Yu walked and searched all the way along the dam.

Starting from two in the afternoon, they stubbornly searched until the sun was about to set.

The four people were as exhausted as dogs, slumped limply on the stone benches by the roadside without even the strength to lift their legs.

Zhou Le gulped down a bottle of mineral water, crushed the bottle, and threw it into the trash can.

"Yubao, we really can't find him. This damn thing is like finding a needle in a haystack."

Panting heavily and looking at the sparkling lake surface, Yan Yu was filled with unwillingness.

Just a little bit more.

Clearly knowing he was in this city, and even knowing he had been to this place, they just couldn't track him down.

This feeling was too frustrating.

In the livestream room, the online viewer count not only didn't drop, but instead surged to over 50,000 due to the traffic diversion from the trending searches.

Seeing Yan Yu exhausted to death, the netizens started playing tricks.

[Anchor, don't use a clumsy method! This is the era of big data!]

[Right, right, right! I just checked the route from Nanping Street to Haigeng Dam. If riding a shared bicycle, there's a high probability they took Dianchi Road or Guangfu Road.]

[Are there any local netizens from Kunming? Whoever took videos near Dianchi Road the afternoon before yesterday, quickly check your albums and see if you captured the background board!]

[I major in criminal investigation. Based on his gait and riding habits, I suggest checking the urban villages and cheap guesthouses around Dianchi. Such a casual person would definitely not stay in those big hotels.]

[Holy crap! An expert has suddenly appeared upstairs!]

[This is no longer looking for someone; this is a whole-network wanted notice!]

Tens of thousands of people pooled their wisdom in the livestream room, stubbornly turning a person-seeking livestream into a large-scale reasoning scene.

...

Meanwhile.

Kunming Changshui International Airport.

Arrival hall.

A commotion suddenly came out from the VIP channel entrance.

"They're coming out! They're coming out!"

"Brother Cai! Look over here!"

Dozens of fans holding light boards, plus more than a dozen self-media bloggers holding phones to broadcast, instantly swarmed up.

At the channel entrance.

Brother Cai was wearing a black biker jacket, wearing sunglasses, and pushing a suitcase while walking at the very front.

Following behind were four members of Buqi Dance Troupe, all uniformly dressed in trendy brands, with aura fully maxed out.

Originally when they came to Kunming, they only posted a screenshot on their account.

But the entire internet was now watching this big drama. Local self-media smelled the scent and all rushed to the airport to stake out and wait.

Camera flashes clicked incessantly.

Several microphones were shoved directly in front of Brother Cai's face.

"Brother Cai! You all flew to Kunming this time, are you targeting Su Chen from that thirteen-second video?"

"The internet says your professional level is inferior to someone who does farm work; are you here for an offline showdown this time?"

"Brother Cai, please respond!"

The scene was chaotic.

Several airport security guards hurriedly came over to maintain order and block the crowd outward.

Brother Cai stopped in his tracks.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave; instead, he leisurely took off the sunglasses on his face and clipped them onto his collar.

His gaze swept across the circle of self-media holding phones in front of him.

Brother Cai raised his hand and pressed it downward.

The scene miraculously quieted down a bit.

"Everyone, don't misunderstand."

Facing the camera, Brother Cai's tone sounded quite polite, but his chin was slightly raised.

"For our Buqi Dance Troupe to reach today, what we rely on is our reverence for dance, and the sweat shed day after day in the rehearsal room."

"We watched that video online, and it indeed has some substance."

Brother Cai paused for a moment, raising his volume by two notches.

"But the art of dance cannot be defined by short videos of over ten seconds and beat-matching special effects."

"It requires complete choreography, continuous physical stamina, and absolute control over the stage."

Looking at the camera, his eyes revealed the arrogance of a regular army.

"Our trip to Kunming this time is not for sightseeing."

"It is with a learning mindset that we want to ask for guidance in person from this teacher Su Chen."

"To see what height a complete piece of his work can actually reach."

Learning.

Asking for guidance.

These two words spoken from Brother Cai's mouth were enunciated extremely heavily.

Any fool could hear the smell of gunpowder inside.

How the hell is this coming to learn?

This is clearly coming to challenge the venue!

As soon as his words fell, the self-media at the scene instantly reached a climax, and the camera flashes flickered frantically again.

The bullet comments in the livestream room also exploded.

[Holy crap! Brother Cai is tough!]

[This is the confidence of a top-tier label! What can a straight-shot of over ten seconds prove? If you have the ability, dance a whole dance!]

[Exactly! The regular army has entered the field, wild paths get ready to meet your doom!]

[This move is brilliant, directly roasting Su Chen on the fire. If Su Chen doesn't dare to accept the challenge, then the previous myth will completely shatter.]

[The problem is... can they find Su Chen? The whole network has been looking for a day, and not even a single hair has been seen.]

Brother Cai put on his sunglasses again and, under the escort of security guards, strode out of the airport hall.

A commercial vehicle booked long in advance was parked by the roadside.

The five people got into the car one by one.

The car doors closed, isolating the outside commotion.

Brother Cai leaned back on the leather seat and let out a long breath of foul air.

"Brother Cai, was what you said just now a bit too boastful?" Assistant Xiao Liu sitting in the passenger seat turned around with some worry, "What if that Su Chen really..."

"What is there to fear?"

Brother Cai let out a cold snort.

"I have studied that video. His exertion of force and control are indeed top-notch, I don't deny this."

"But what do netizens nowadays understand? They only look at the bustle and look at the contrast."

"Someone who moves bricks suddenly dances out top-notch rhythm; this sense of contrast is the traffic password."

"But dance competitions do not compare contrast."

"Physical stamina distribution, formation changes, linkage of big moves." Brother Cai pointed at the screen, "It's fine for him to twist around casually on the street by himself, but if he's really dragged onto a formal arena to compete in a complete three-minute song, as someone who does farm work year-round, can his physical stamina keep up?"

After hearing this, several team members finally put down their previously hanging hearts.

Indeed.

Dance is extremely stamina-consuming.

That kind of high-intensity muscle contraction, anyone could grit their teeth and endure for over ten seconds.

But what about three minutes?

What about five minutes?

Without systematic physical training, the movements will definitely deform in the second half.

"Then where are we going now?" Xiao Liu asked.

Brother Cai tapped his fingers twice on the screen.

"Go to Nanping Pedestrian Street."

"Find those five Bengshan Brothers."

...

On the other side.

By Dianchi.

On Yan Yu's phone screen, the livestream replay of Brother Cai being interviewed at the airport was currently playing.

Hearing the phrase "not here for sightseeing, here to learn".

Yan Yu was so angry that she directly jumped up from the stone bench.

"Fart his mother's fart!"

Pointing at the screen, Yan Yu cursed angrily.

"Still complete choreography? Still systematic physical stamina?"

"Yesterday on the second floor of the mall, he danced to Zhang Yixing's song for a full three minutes! Without even catching a breath! You call this lacking stamina?!"

Zhou Le hurriedly grabbed Yan Yu's arm.

"Yubao, calm down. They haven't seen that complete segment from yesterday, they only saw that thirteen-second clip online, so of course they wouldn't be convinced."

"I'm not convinced!"

Yan Yu gritted her teeth.

"Even if Su Chen is a brick-mover, he is still the grandmaster acknowledged by me, Yan Yu! Is it their turn to be sarcastic here?"

Yan Yu directly spoke to the camera of her own livestream room.

"Brothers! Isn't Buqi Dance Troupe looking for someone?"

"Fine!"

"Let's head back to Nanping Street right now!"

"I'd like to see what kind of grand show this bunch of so-called regular army can put up when facing a three-hour crash course taught by Su Chen!"

Yan Yu grabbed her selfie stick and rushed with her roommates straight to the roadside to hail a taxi.

...

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Nanping Pedestrian Street.

A black commercial vehicle parked steadily.

The car door pushed open.

Brother Cai stepped out of the car, and the night wind blew the hem of his jacket.

Looking at the surging crowd in the pedestrian street ahead, he turned his head and snapped his fingers at assistant Xiao Liu.

"Start the livestream."

"Name the title: Buqi Dance Troupe, offline assessing the Bengshan Brothers."