95: Chapter 95 The Mountain-Bouncing Brothers Come to Seek Help

"The form of Street Dance, the soul of classical."

Shen Yun's voice was hoarse. "How did you do that?"

Su Chen slipped his short-sleeved jacket back on, covering his black tight-fitting training vest.

"Deconstruct the joints and muscles, then reassemble them."

Su Chen's tone was calm. "The East emphasizes concealment, while the West emphasizes release. Control the muscle exertion, cut off the outward-releasing explosive point, and transfer it to the next section of bones. That way, the power won't scatter."

Shen Yun closed her eyes, replaying Su Chen's movements just now over and over in her mind.

She raised her arm, attempting to replicate that combination of muscle vibration and continuous body rhythm.

As soon as she exerted force, there was a muffled 'pop' sound.

The muscles on Shen Yun's waist directly cramped, and her body swayed violently to one side.

Yan Yu hurriedly rushed over to support her. "Teacher Shen!"

Teacher Shen waved her hand and stood straight.

The look in her eyes toward Su Chen changed completely.

That method of exerting force through skeletal displacement combined with muscle fixation required not only abnormal physical fitness, but even more so, absolute control over every inch of muscle.

It couldn't be forced.

Outside the door, Huang Zitao pushed the sunglasses on his face up to the top of his head, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Just this?

Just like that, he made a big shot from the National Team fall silent?

Huang Zitao curled his lips and cursed inwardly: This guy has been missing for five years, and his realm of flexing is making people more and more speechless.

On the screen of A-Li's phone set up on the cabinet, the live-stream chat had gone completely crazy.

The online viewer count steadily stepped over the red line of six million.

[A National Team big shot personally entered the arena to challenge him, and ended up cramping herself out!]

[I get it! God Su used the hardest dance moves to dance out the softest artistic conception!]

[Where the hell is this Dancing? This is cultivating immortality, right? His control over his muscles is simply inhuman!]

[Yan Yu's move just now was also awesome; she was enlightened by God Su in just two sentences!]

[120 for a class, and I can learn Dancing from God Su? Is it still in time for me to buy a plane ticket now?]

[Save it, those in front; all economy class flights to Chengdu right now are completely empty!]

[Brother Tao's expression cracked me up, looking like a punchable face saying, "Look, this is my big brother."]

[KING! The eternal god!]

[I really can't believe that such an awesome person actually stayed in this crappy shopping mall for five years.]

[...]

A noisy sound of jostling suddenly came from outside the corridor.

"Make way! Please make way!"

"Hey, what are you guys doing? There's a cordon set up here, you can't go in!"

The shopping mall security guard's voice rang out sternly.

"We're looking for someone! We're looking for Brother Su! We came all the way from afar!"

A rugged Southwest accent penetrated the glass door of the corridor and reached into the dance studio.

Lin Hao was squatting at the doorway organizing mineral water bottles all over the floor, and poked his head out when he heard the commotion.

At the end of the corridor, four security guards were desperately blocking five people.

The attire of these five people was completely out of place with the fans and internet celebrities gathered in the shopping mall at this moment.

The leading man had a buzz cut, dark and rough skin, wore an old, washed-out denim jacket, and had a pair of military-green Liberation shoes stained with yellow mud on his feet.

Behind him followed four youths of similar age, equally dusty and disheveled, each carrying huge red, white, and blue striped woven bags in their hands.

Because of the heavy squeezing, the zipper of one of the woven bags came open, revealing a Xuanwei ham wrapped in old newspapers inside, along with several plastic bags filled with dried mushrooms.

"Boss Lin, these people insist on crashing through, saying they know Teacher Su!"

The security captain shouted towards this side, sweating profusely.

Lin Hao was stunned and turned to look at Su Chen inside the classroom.

Su Chen looked past Huang Zitao's shoulder, his gaze falling on the face of the leading man.

It was Guan Heng.

That leader of the POT dance crew who had searched everywhere for him in Dali Ancient City and on the streets of Lijiang, and even swore on the internet to follow him.

"Let them over."

Su Chen spoke.

Hearing this, the security captain immediately let go and let them pass.

Guan Heng tugged upward on the strap of the woven bag that had slipped to his shoulder and strode up to the glass door.

Standing at the entrance of the exquisitely decorated dance studio, the five big men appeared extremely cramped and awkward.

They looked down at their mud-stained shoes and forcibly stopped outside the threshold, not daring to step onto the clean wooden floor.

Huang Zitao put his sunglasses back on and frowned as he sized up these five people.

Shen Yun, the former principal dancer of the National Team, also turned her head.

The live-stream camera of six million people now accurately framed these five dusty young men.

"Brother Su."

Guan Heng spoke, his voice dry and hoarse, with bloodshot eyes under his eyes.

They didn't have money to buy plane tickets.

After failing to find Su Chen in Dali and Lijiang, they found out that Su Chen had come to Chengdu.

The five of them managed to scrape together money to buy the cheapest green-skin train hard-seat tickets, stood at the carriage junction for twenty hours, and headed straight to the shopping mall as soon as they got out of the station.

Guan Heng placed the Xuanwei ham in his hand, weighing a good dozen catties, on the ground, and the other four quickly put down the woven bags in their hands.

Inside were country eggs, dried wild mushrooms, and a few jars of homemade corn liquor.

It was all their least valuable, but also most presentable family property.

"You said online before not to dance crappy dances like POT, and told us to change."

Guan Heng looked into Su Chen's eyes, his back straight. "We're here. No matter how long we learn, no matter how bitter it is, we will learn."

Su Chen looked at the five dark, thin, tired yet stubborn faces in front of him.

Back then, he casually gave a few pointers on the street and left that route map online.

He knew these people had been chasing behind him, but he didn't expect that these five people would use the clumsiest and most direct way to cross over a thousand kilometers and stand in front of him.

In the entertainment industry, there are plenty of people who trim their sails to the wind, and plenty of actors who call each other brothers for traffic.

But these five in front of him were stubborn grassroots.

Su Chen smiled.

Stepping over the threshold, he picked up the Xuanwei ham wrapped in newspapers from the ground with one hand.

The weight of a dozen catties was as light as nothing in his hands.

He turned around and threw the ham directly into Huang Zitao's arms.

Huang Zitao was putting on the airs of a top celebrity while watching the show when suddenly a heavy object smashed over.

He caught it flusteredly, getting stained all over by the oil stains on the ham, almost breaking his composure.

"Su Chen, your grandpa..." Huang Zitao cursed in a low voice, but looking at Su Chen's back, he could only stand in place hugging that leg through gritted teeth.

"Move the other four bags inside."

Su Chen pointed to the storage room behind the front desk and said to Guan Heng.

Guan Heng was slightly stunned.

"Still stunned?"

Su Chen turned and walked back to the center of the venue. "Put down your things, take off your shoes, and enter the classroom. Start with the basics."

Guan Heng's eyes instantly turned red.

The four younger brothers behind him also had red eyes.

There were no polite pleasantries, no disdain, and even less asking if they brought tuition fees.

"Alrighty!"

Guan Heng let out a loud roar and wiped his face with his hand.

The five of them hurriedly picked up the woven bags from the ground, cautiously bypassed the clean walls, and piled the things into the storage room.

Then they quickly took off their mud-covered Liberation shoes and neatly arranged them outside the door.

Wearing tattered socks, they stepped onto the wooden floor.

Guan Heng walked up to Su Chen and stood in a row.

"Do you know how poor your foundations are?"

Su Chen asked.

"We know."

The five of them answered in unison.

"Wrist exertion, joints locked. Did you see clearly the movement I just taught Yan Yu?"

Su Chen continued to ask.

"We saw it clearly!"

"Do it once."

Guan Heng clenched his teeth, raised his right arm, and according to the movement he just saw, pressed his wrist down and exerted force with his elbow.

The movement was very stiff, but full of a sense of power.

The muscles trained from years of doing manual labor burst out with strength far exceeding ordinary people at this moment.

Su Chen stepped forward, his fingers directly pinching the wrist joint of Guan Heng, and slammed it downward.

"The point of exertion is wrong, use your back."

Su Chen's voice was stern.

Guan Heng sweated from the pain on his forehead, yet stubbornly didn't make a sound, tightening his latissimus dorsi muscles according to the instruction.

The chat in the live-stream room, after a brief stagnation, erupted completely.

[Is this the legendary teaching without discrimination?]

[I'm crying, the way those five people stood outside the door carrying woven bags was too heartbreaking.]

[I screenshotted the way Huang Zitao hugged the ham, hahaha, Brother Tao has also been reduced to a handyman.]

[Not looking down on poor brothers just because he's a top celebrity, this is a real man!]

[These five people took hard seats from afar just to learn Dancing, and God Su took them in directly!]

[This is our KING! Whether it's the National Team or grassroots, what he looks at is attitude!]

[Coach! I want to learn too! I have an attitude too!]

[120 for a class, what's taught is full-level hardcore content, what's accepted is loyalty and brotherhood!]

[To still be able to see BIGBANG apprenticing to XO in this lifetime, really...]

[...]

Yan Yu stood aside, looking at those five clumsy yet desperate backs, her eyes burning hot.

She knew that these five Southwest men would definitely leave a place for themselves in the dance circle in the future.

Because the one teaching them was the god standing at the peak of the pyramid.

Shen Yun picked up her handbag and didn't disturb Su Chen's teaching any further.

Huang Zitao finally couldn't help it anymore, shoved the ham to Lin Hao beside him, and rushed into the classroom shaking his wrists: "That's about enough! Are you getting addicted to teaching the basics here?"

Su Chen ignored him and pointed at the waists and hips of Guan Heng and the other five: "Press your center of gravity down another inch. Hold it for ten minutes."

Huang Zitao rolled his eyes, found a chair to sit down, and crossed his legs: "Fine, this young master will waste time here today. I want to see what kind of tricks you can teach."

Time ticked by second by second.

The light outside the corridor gradually dimmed.

Lin Hao had been standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the plaza outside the shopping mall.

His phone had been vibrating frantically since half an hour ago, and the city-wide push notifications almost crashed his screen.

The police cars outside the shopping mall increased from two to six.

The yellow cordon was continuously expanded.

Lin Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the hand holding the phone trembling.

He turned his head to look at Su Chen, who was focused on correcting Guan Heng's exertion movements.

"Brother Su..." Lin Hao's voice trembled, interrupting the teaching sounds inside the room.

Su Chen withdrew his hand and turned to look at him.

Lin Hao flipped his phone screen over, pointing to the real-time surveillance footage of the main entrance of the shopping mall.

In the surveillance, a dark, dense crowd of people had lined up all the way from the mall entrance to the intersection outside.

The queue wrapped around the entire block, a full three circles.

In the hands of these people, there were no support light boards, no glow sticks.

Each of them tightly clutched a piece of paper in their hands, or held their phones with the payment page open.

Lin Hao's voice was even floating, his eyeballs wide round: "Outside... outside are all students who came to sign up..."