Theme Song

Four people did not sound like many at first.

But the key was that Class A had only seven people in total. That was more than half!

The information from Class A gave Lai Yudong a headache. He stole a glance at Su Junzhe, who had sat down beside him. Su Junzhe quickly settled into study mode, moving his hands slightly along with the dance in the video.

He looked so at ease that he did not even seem to need a dance teacher.

Right, Liu Qichu had said that Su Junzhe was Class A's main dancer, and that Su Junzhe had agreed to teach him to dance.

Lai Yudong's eyes lit up. He was just about to humbly ask Su Junzhe for guidance when he opened his mouth and forcibly swallowed the words back.

Agreeing to teach Liu Qichu did not mean agreeing to teach him. Besides, he had not accepted the invitation to move into dorm 706. Such an unreasonable request would only trouble Su Junzhe and hold up his progress.

Su Junzhe had come to the practice room early specifically to learn as quickly as possible. Wouldn't teaching Lai Yudong be a waste of his time?

But his own study method was terribly inefficient. He figured he could memorize the lyrics after listening a few more times, but he did not know how to spend the rest of his time. It was like a snail setting off an hour early and still failing to outrun a rabbit that had just woken up, let alone when the rabbit and the snail started at the same time.

Actually, he did not need Su Junzhe to teach him hand by hand. He could just stay beside him and quietly steal his skills like a study attendant.

That was provided Su Junzhe was willing to serve as his model. He had already said he had come to Class F for some peace and quiet, not to have his attention divided by someone whose dancing was funnier than a comedy skit.

It should be fine if I stay farther away, right?

The practice room was so big that they could each stand at one end.

The more Lai Yudong thought about it, the more sense it made. He turned his head and moved his lips, only for his cumbersome status as an overseas contestant to seize him by the throat once again.

Wait, let me think about how to phrase this.

From the viewers' perspective, the light-blond-haired young man opened and closed his mouth several times, but for some reason did not make a sound for ages.

[Is there something wrong with You Shu's mic?]

[Is it possible he just isn't making a sound?]

[Help, why is he hesitating and too scared to speak?! So the cool guy aura was his stubborn disguise all along? Hahahahaha]

[He's like socially anxious me www]

Lai Yudong: "..."

I am a foreigner.

Going from a cold, aloof cool guy to a mute with social anxiety could be considered a kind of breakthrough.

Even Su Junzhe noticed that something was off with Lai Yudong and tilted his head curiously. "What's wrong?"

"C-can you teach me?" Lai Yudong nearly bit his tongue. Afraid Su Junzhe would misunderstand what he meant, he hurriedly added, "I can just watch. You don't have to trouble yourself."

"..."

The corners of Su Junzhe's mouth drooped a few degrees, and his eyes opened wide and round, as though to hide the brief change in his mood and pass off that fleeting microexpression as surprise.

The next second, he broke into a cute smile. "Mm, sure! Let me finish watching this run-through."

After receiving such a ready agreement, Lai Yudong hesitated instead.

If it wasn't my imagination...

He seemed a little unwilling?

Chapter 17: Theme Song

As it turned out, Lai Yudong might have been overthinking.

Even though Lai Yudong had said beforehand that he only needed to watch from the side, Su Junzhe still eagerly walked him through the dance in front of the mirrored wall, breaking it down and waiting until he could get through a slow eight-count smoothly before teaching him the next moves.

Although he could not possibly teach as meticulously as a dance teacher, the framework was correct. The goal was not to learn the dance on the spot, but to relax the standards and become familiar with the general movements, so Lai Yudong would not fall behind during the group class.

It was a very wise approach, friendly to those trying to learn quickly with no foundation.

"Okay, the next eight-count."

Su Junzhe picked up the tablet and stared at the screen without blinking for a moment. His face was expressionless, and the seriousness and concentration hidden beneath his cuteness were laid bare without reservation.

"First like this... then like this..." he murmured to himself. "Okay, I get it. Let's continue."

When he looked up again, a smile like melted honey was set on his face. He looked like a completely different person from before.

[Sweet Su! My angel!]

[You mean You Shu's angel, hahahaha]

[One helpful little boy]

Compared with the exquisite little sweetheart who shone every second, Lai Yudong looked somewhat disheveled. Controlling a head and limbs that seemed to have been installed only temporarily, he clumsily imitated Su Junzhe's movements.

Su Junzhe raised his hand, and he raised his hand too.

Su Junzhe turned his head, and he turned his head too.

Su Junzhe spun, and he spun too.

How to put it...

Although he could reproduce the movements more or less accurately, the result looked vastly different.

He did not know what was wrong. It was just strange, that was all.

[You Shu, you...]

[Wrong turn. Is this the rehabilitation center's livestream?]

[Susu can actually keep from laughing]

[Is it my fan filter? He seems a little better than he was on the initial stage]

[The difference between tai chi and military boxing]

Whether it was the barrage of comments full of cheerful laughter or his own reflection, stiff as a rusty robot, Lai Yudong could not bear to look. But Su Junzhe, who was acting as his dance teacher, had not called a halt, so he could only steel himself and keep dancing.

When he thought about how the theme song was nearly four minutes long, he felt utterly hopeless.

After a few eight-counts, people began trickling into Class F's practice room.

The first to enter was a black-haired boy named Wang Yiwen. The deep red class uniform that met his eyes gave him a fright. In a daze, he backed out to check the door sign, and only after confirming that it was indeed Class F did he slowly walk in.

"Are you learning the theme song?"

"Yeah," Su Junzhe replied.

Wang Yiwen scratched his head sheepishly. "Can I join you?"

Su Junzhe blinked. "Sure."

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

Everyone who came in afterward reacted just like Wang Yiwen. The looks on their faces when they saw Su Junzhe were no less than if they had seen a living Buddha. None of them wanted to miss out on the dance teacher who had descended from the heavens into Class F, so they each found an empty spot and joined in.