76: Chapter 76 Su Chen is really here!

The bus came to a halt.

The air valves made a hissing sound of releasing air.

The bus doors opened.

Yan Yu zipped up her windbreaker tightly.

She put on her backpack and stepped off the bus.

Brother Cai and A-Li followed closely behind.

The sky was blindingly blue.

There were no clouds and no smog.

The sunlight beat down unhindered on their skin, carrying the unique ultraviolet burning sensation of the plateau.

Shangri-La.

Altitude 3,300 meters.

A-Li held a mirrorless camera in his hand, connected to a mobile live-streaming terminal.

Ever since fifty top-tier senior lawyers strongly announced on major platforms that they would take over the transnational lawsuit for free, the number of online viewers in the live-streaming room had stabilized at around five hundred thousand.

The atmosphere had completely changed.

Yesterday, everyone was still somewhat apprehensive when they saw the transnational lawyer's letter.

Today, the entire internet entered an uninhibited carnival.

With state-level senior lawyers standing at the front, ordinary netizens grew much bolder.

A-Li glanced at the screen, where the barrage comments overlapped so much they were almost turning white.

[Fifty director-level lawyers from fifty law firms, this lineup is enough to uproot SM Entertainment entirely.]

[I heard they translated and compiled over three hundred pages of materials overnight, and have already submitted them through foreign affairs channels.]

[SM's PR department didn't even dare to let out a fart today; they're probably running around the world looking for connections to beg for a settlement.]

[Who cares if they beg for a settlement or not. Those vampires must be forced to spit the money back out!]

[Where has the anchor arrived? The sky is so blue.]

[Look at the road sign, Shangri-La Bus Station. It's the last stop.]

[Hurry and search! Huang Zitao said he is doing well, I must see a living person in the live-streaming room today!]

[Everyone stand up, carpet-search Shangri-La!]

[...]

Yan Yu glanced at A-Li's phone screen, the corners of her mouth curling up.

No one backed down.

Everyone stood firmly behind Su Chen.

This battle will definitely be won!

"Master, go to Dukezong Ancient Town."

Fifteen minutes later.

The taxi stopped at the edge of the ancient town.

The three of them walked in.

The bluestone-paved streets undulated up and down.

On both sides were typical Tibetan-style wooden structures.

The air drifted with the faint scent of butter tea and burning pine branches.

On Moonlight Square, the huge gilded prayer wheel shone with a brassy luster in the sunlight.

Tourists took photos and checked in in twos and threes.

Yan Yu took a deep breath.

Initiating the work mode that had been repeated countless times over the past few days.

Holding Su Chen's screenshot on her phone, she started from the shops on one side of the square and inquired door-to-door.

Cafes, inns, Tibetan accessory shops, small restaurants.

Two hours passed.

Nothing was gained.

Altitude sickness combined with physical exhaustion made Yan Yu's temples throb with pain.

Her breathing became rapid.

She stopped in her footsteps, sat on a stone step at the edge of the square, unscrewed a mineral water bottle, and took two gulps.

Brother Cai put his hands on his hips and panted heavily.

A-Li aimed the camera at the distant white pagoda and shook his sore arms.

"Rest for ten minutes."

Brother Cai said in a muffled voice, "This place is too big; you can walk for half a day just by slipping into any random alley."

Yan Yu nodded, leaning against the wooden pillar behind her to close her eyes and rest.

The square was very quiet.

Only the occasional sound of pigeons flapping their wings could be heard.

"Da. Da. Bang!"

An abrupt rhythm interrupted Yan Yu's rest.

The sound was not loud, but it carried a distinct sense of rhythm.

Yan Yu opened her eyes.

Looking over in the direction of the sound.

In a corner less than twenty meters away from them.

A little boy wearing a somewhat worn Tibetan robe, with two obvious patches of plateau red on his face, was practicing movements facing a reflective glass door of a shop.

The child was about seven or eight years old.

He matched rhythm sounds for himself in his mouth.

"Da. Da. Bang!"

Yan Yu instinctively frowned.

This was the occupational disease of professional dance students when seeing others Dancing.

The little boy's feet stood very unsteadily.

The movements of his arms were also completely uncoordinated, like a little crab brandishing its claws.

But in the next second, Yan Yu's eyes instantly widened.

When the little boy chanted "Bang" in his mouth.

His shoulders didn't move, and his waist didn't move either.

All the points of force application purely relied on the instantaneous contraction and explosion of the chest cavity muscles.

His upper body violently shook once.

Clean, neat, and full of sharp force.

Chest cavity isolated vibration.

An extremely advanced force application technique within the Popping system!

This kind of technique required extremely high control over the core muscles.

Many adults who had practiced in professional dance studios for two years would habitually shrug their shoulders to borrow strength when applying force.

A child from a remote ancient town who couldn't even speak Mandarin standardly, how could he master such a pure force-application core?

Someone had taught him!

And it was an insider top expert who had personally disassembled the core of the movement!

Yan Yu abruptly stood up.

Because she stood up too hurriedly, her vision went black for a split second.

She bit the tip of her tongue and walked quickly towards the little boy.

Brother Cai noticed Yan Yu's abnormality and quickly followed.

A-Li quickly turned the camera to aim at the corner ahead.

"Little friend."

Yan Yu walked to a spot two meters behind the boy, squatted down, and tried her best to make her sound gentle.

The little boy stopped his movements.

Turning his head, a pair of dark, bright, and clear eyes looked at Yan Yu somewhat guardedly.

Yan Yu quickly unzipped her backpack.

Fished out a row of Dove chocolates from inside, tore off a piece, and handed it over.

"The dance you danced, who taught it to you?"

The little boy stared at the chocolate for a while.

Swallowed his saliva.

Reached out his blackened little hand to take it.

"An older brother taught me."

The little boy replied with Mandarin carrying a heavy accent.

Yan Yu's breathing instantly stagnated.

She impatiently lit up her phone screen.

Brought up the high-definition profile photo captured from the surveillance footage of the Banxia Bar in Dali.

"Is it him?"

The little boy leaned close to the screen.

After just one glance, he nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Yesterday afternoon he was right here."

The boy pointed at the bluestone slab under his feet.

"He sat here in a daze. I saw his hat looked good, so I went over to look at him."

Yan Yu's fingers holding the phone suddenly tightened.

Her nails pressed against the edge of the screen.

Brother Cai took a stride and squatted beside Yan Yu, his tall figure trembling with excitement: "He taught you Dancing?"

"Mhm."

The little boy peeled off the golden wrapper and stuffed the chocolate into his mouth.

Saying vaguely, "I said I also wanted to learn the kind of jerky Dancing that city people on TV do. The older brother stood up and gestured a few movements for me."

The boy got excited.

He swallowed the chocolate and patted his chest hard.

"The older brother said, for Dancing you don't need to worry about where to put your hands and feet. As long as there is a beat in your heart, this place will move along."

There is a beat in your heart.

This place will move along.

Simply these two sentences.

Yan Yu's eye sockets instantly turned red.

Moisture surged up without warning, blurring her vision.

These were words spoken by a person whose stage had been stripped away by transnational capital for five years, and whose authorship rights had even been snatched away.

He bore grievances filling the sky.

He was even afraid of being caught on camera in the face while taking classes in dance studios.

But he didn't complain.

He didn't become cynical.

He didn't resent this unfair world full of malice towards him.

He was in the plateau ancient town at an altitude of 3,300 meters.

Under the sunlight.

Patiently teaching an unfamiliar Tibetan child how to feel the soul of Dancing.

[Damn! Tears can't be held back! Really can't hold them back!]

[There is a beat in your heart, this place will move along. Only a true king understands this realm!]

[This force-application method is amazing. In just a few words, he broke down the core of Popping for a child.]

[God Su is too gentle. Placed in a desperate situation himself, he still radiates light to others.]

[Take a look, you bastards of SM Entertainment! What kind of person have you ruined!]

[Capital can lock his body, but it can't lock his talent! Wherever he goes, he is the KING!]

[Huang Zitao is right. He is doing very well. He hasn't been knocked down!]

[This persona is so fully developed. A strong exterior, with an extremely clean and soft core.]

[Anchor, don't just stand there stunned! Quickly ask where he went!]