2: Chapter 002: A nationwide search across the internet for the man dancing on the second floor!

"Family, look at my luck. I just went out for a stroll and actually got to see Buqi Dance Troupe out here filming a video."

Yan Yu wiped the sweat from her forehead and held up her selfie stick, desperately pushing her way to the front of the crowd.

"Other streamers don't get this perk!"

"Give me a follow, and tomorrow I'll take you to the beach to see bikinis."

Yan Yu was a student at the Dance Academy who occasionally did live streams when she had free time to make some pocket money.

She was still just starting out.

Only one or two hundred people were online each day.

Usually, she just chatted in her dorm, but today she had a sudden impulse to go shopping and didn't expect to run into Buqi Dance Troupe.

Her viewers were also extremely happy.

[Hurry, hurry, hurry, squeeze in! Front-row seats to watch the show!]

[Hahahaha, coming this early and not snagging a good spot means this wave is a massive loss.]

[It's Buqi Dance Troupe, this wave is a bloody profit!]

[Xiaoyu, since you ran into them, why don't you go right up and recommend yourself? Sneaking into the Buqi girl group works too.]

[She probably can't, her weight was just publicly executed by her dance teacher today.]

[You guys probably forgot that the purpose of Xiaoyu bringing us out today was for snacks!]

[Hahahaha, I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it.]

[How can this big foodie girl control her weight?]

[Pfft! Xiaoyu's weight nightmare is never going to end.]

Yan Yu finally squeezed to the edge of the front-row cordon line and was about to chat with her viewers when she lowered her head, saw the barrage on the screen, and flew into a rage on the spot.

"What are you guys doing?!"

"I worked so hard to squeeze into the front row for you guys to watch major internet celebrities, and you're stabbing me in the back?"

"Do you believe I'll end the stream right now?"

She pressed her selfie stick downward, glaring angrily at the screen with puffed-up cheeks.

In fact, her figure and appearance could definitely be considered department-flower level, belonging to the type who could eat dry food without getting fat.

She just didn't look fat, but the numbers on the scale were very honest. Every time she came back from vacation, the dance teacher would definitely pull her out to whip and spur her on.

Knowing she was acting spoiled and proud, the viewers hurriedly scrolled barrage comments to soothe her fur.

Acknowledging and admitting mistakes, repeatedly taught but never reforming.

With this kind of self-control, Yan Yu herself knew she had basically said goodbye to professional Dancing.

Knowing was one thing, though.

You guys couldn't just expose her in front of hundreds of people!

Isn't this slapping her in the face?!

The viewers were just joking around, and seeing Yan Yu get angry, they quickly sent barrage messages to pacify her.

"Buqi Dance Troupe is here!"

A loud shout suddenly came from the outer perimeter.

Everyone's attention was instantly pulled over.

Yan Yu didn't have time to bicker with the barrage anymore and hurriedly raised her phone high.

She saw five handsome guys dressed in vintage uncle outfits walking into the middle of the crowd under the escort of staff members.

The leading captain took a megaphone to greet everyone, and the five of them quickly dispersed, striking their opening poses.

"Family, seeing them live is truly handsome!" Yan Yu stared at the screen and narrated,

"This aura is absolutely top-notch."

The huge speakers emitted brainwashing drumbeats.

Zhang Yixing's remix of big sedan chair instantly ignited the entire plaza.

The five boys' movements were neat and uniform, starting to groove right on the heavy beats.

The crowd burst into waves of cheers.

The flashes on the backs of phones rose and fell one after another.

While recording, Yan Yu interacted with the people in the live stream: "Look at this intensity, this uniformity. Brother Xing's choreography actually tests basic skills quite a bit, especially the continuous chest shakes and waist exertion in the chorus part; if your core strength is even a bit lacking, you can't dance out that flavor."

As a dance student, her judgment was very accurate.

Buqi Dance Troupe being able to become popular indeed relied on real skills.

In order to capture the full panoramic view of all five people, Yan Yu took two steps back and slightly raised her wrist angle upward.

With this lift.

The upper part of the camera frame happened to capture a huge floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the mall.

The barrage in the live stream was originally scrolling "Handsome, handsome, handsome."

Suddenly, a few discordant comments drifted past.

[Holy shit, look above!]

[Over there at the second-floor floor-to-ceiling window! There's a dude wearing a white T-shirt!]

[It looks like he's Dancing along?]

Yan Yu was still intently watching downstairs: "The captain's fixed point is very stable, the freeze is locked in tight..."

[F*ck!! This movement?!!]

[Anchor, stop looking downstairs! Look at the top of the screen!]

[Yeah! Hurry up and look above!!!]

[That man on the second floor dances too damn awesome!!!]

[This movement... how come it feels even more spirited than these five downstairs?]

More and more barrage comments began flooding the screen.

The online viewer count suddenly jumped from over a hundred to over three hundred.

Yan Yu finally sensed something was wrong, shifting her gaze from the center of the plaza to her phone screen.

Following her viewers' prompts, she looked toward the upper right corner of the screen.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the Morning Star Dance Studio on the second floor stood a tall young man.

He was wearing the simplest white T-shirt and black sweatpants.

He didn't look at the audience downstairs, nor did he even look at the performing Buqi Dance Troupe.

He just lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and his body moved along with the drumbeats of the huge speakers in the plaza.

It was completely a casual warm-up.

But Yan Yu only took one glance, and her entire body froze.

An expert makes a move, and you know whether they have it.

Downstairs, Buqi Dance Troupe was doing an extremely complex Electric Wave followed by muscle vibration.

The movements were huge and possessed extreme visual impact.

And the man on the second floor was doing the exact same movement.

His movement amplitude was extremely small.

But that sense of power, the ultimate visual enjoyment brought by that degree of muscle separation, directly pierced through the glass and smashed into Yan Yu's line of sight.

"This..." Yan Yu opened her mouth wide, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.

[Anchor, say something! Is this guy very strong?]

[I don't understand dance, but why do I feel like this man on the second floor dances even more handsomely?]

[Nonsense! That beat-matching is practically perverted, okay?! The drumbeats are completely growing on his body!]

[This sense of groove, heaven is chasing after him to feed him!]

[Who is this person?!]

Yan Yu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her voice even trembling: "Far from just being very strong..."

She zoomed in her phone camera and aimed it at the second floor.

"Family, look closely at the separation of his shoulders and hips."

"Buqi Dance Troupe uses movements to chase the music."

"But the person up above... he is playing with the music."

The music downstairs happened to enter the highest climax of the chorus.

The craziest, most demonic group dance segment of big sedan chair began.

The five boys twisted hard downstairs, sweating profusely and causing the surrounding girls to scream continuously.

Meanwhile, on the second floor.

Su Chen finally opened his eyes, a very relaxed expression appearing on his face.

He took half a step forward.

His body instantly exploded!

An extremely explosive fixed point!

Flowing and smooth footwork slides!

Every movement was precise down to a single strand of hair, that sense of effortless relaxation combined with extremely high-difficulty physical control.

He forcefully danced this slightly comedic dance track out with the oppressive aura of a world-class Street Dance grand finals!

Yan Yu's scalp went numb.

Her arms were covered in goosebumps.

Having studied Dancing for over a dozen years, she had seen countless talented senior schoolmates in school and even watched lectures by top domestic and international masters live.

But never had a single person, merely by virtue of a few casual movements, made her generate an impulse wanting to bow down in worship.

Dimensional reduction strike.

These four words smashed directly into Yan Yu's brain.

The online viewer count in the live stream began to skyrocket wildly.

Five hundred!

Eight hundred!

One thousand five!

[Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!]

[Who is this?! Who the f*ck is this!]

[Did you screen-record it?! Who recorded that segment just now!]

[Could he be a dance teacher from Zhang Yixing's side?!]

[Bullshit! Zhang Yixing's dance teachers are all international dance masters, how could they possibly open a dance class here?]

[Tsk tsk tsk, experts are among the common people!]

[I want all the information on this man within one minute across the entire internet!]

[He's in that studio on the second floor, is he a teacher there?]

The song came to an end.

Deafening cheers erupted in the plaza.

The five members of Buqi Dance Troupe stood in a row, panting heavily, and bowed deeply to the surrounding audience.

"Thank you everyone!" the captain shouted, picking up the microphone.

The surrounding people were all applauding.

Only Yan Yu remained motionless, desperately holding up her phone aimed at the second floor.

Upstairs.

The music stopped.

But Su Chen upstairs didn't stop his movements, appearing completely immersed in it.

[What's wrong with him, why is he still Dancing?]

[Could there be more to the back of this dance?]

[I've watched this dance seven or eight times, how could there be more? Could this be choreographed by himself?]

[Impossible! Don't look at this dance as simple, it was specially choreographed by Zhang Yixing for the Beijing New Year's Eve Gala. How could just anyone randomly choreograph it, and choreograph it so well?]

[Could he really be Yixing's dance teacher???]

[Didn't we just say, impossible!]

[F*ck! Then you tell me, what's going on with him?!]

[Xiaoyu, hurry up and tell us, how is this segment of his dance?]

Netizens argued endlessly, and they couldn't understand how the dance was either.

They just felt that the figure's Dancing was extremely comfortable.

But they couldn't quite put their finger on it.

They all asked Yan Yu to come out and evaluate.

Meanwhile, Yan Yu stared blankly at that figure on the second floor.

Her mouth slightly parted.

"He... he isn't Dancing along..."

"He is teaching Zhang Yixing what the full-score standard answer to this dance actually looks like!"