Cheng Yu glanced at Liang Miao, then suddenly chuckled. "You're welcome."
Liang Miao smiled as well, staring into Cheng Yu's eyes. "I heard from Brother Zhu that you're an amazing dancer. I'm not. I can only sing, and I'm not much of a dancer. If there's a dance-training segment during the competition, could you teach me?"
"No." Cheng Yu chuckled softly, his tone meaningful. "Dancing isn't like singing. If you lack technique in singing, you can still rely on talent and see whether heaven has blessed you with a living. At worst, you can sing with your face—there'll always be fans willing to pay for it. But there's no cutting corners with dancing. Aside from talent, how long you train every day, how many years you've practiced, and how solid your foundation is can all be plainly seen in your movements. Good is good, bad is bad. You can't just gloss it over and get away with it."
Cheng Yu glanced at Liang Miao's newly changed clothes and shoes. "Street dance style is easy to learn. Hip-hop isn't so easy to practice."
The atmosphere on the bus suddenly froze. Everyone held their breath, afraid to make too much noise. Liang Miao stared at Cheng Yu for a long moment, then smiled self-mockingly. "So I should give up on the dance segment?"
"I never make decisions for strangers," Cheng Yu said, nodding politely. "We're all adults. We should learn to make our own choices and sacrifices."
Liang Miao, whom Cheng Yu had plainly labeled a "stranger," smiled awkwardly and sat down.
The atmosphere became rather awkward. After a long while, Zhu Jianxin cleared his throat and clapped his hands. "Well, we're about to leave. I have a few things to tell everyone."
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