Success Isn't Just About Defeating the Weak

Si Di's teaching was meticulous.

For more difficult dance moves, he broke them down step by step and taught them over and over again.

Gradually, more and more people joined in.

Si Di was like a little teacher, with a whole group behind him earnestly learning according to his rhythm and methods.

The livestream started without anyone noticing.

On practice days, the cameraman held his camera and stood quietly in the corner of the dance studio, filming.

Meanwhile, the comments were buzzing with discussion:

[Did Si Di start a small class? Hahahaha.]

[I must have been blind before to think Si Di had a bad temper. Teaching his own competitors over and over without getting impatient—Si Di is practically a living bodhisattva.]

[If his temper is this good, why did he get into a fight with Qin Wei?]

[Could it have something to do with Best Actor Qin... Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! I actually doubted my husband. Bodyguard Squad, don't be mad—I'll slap myself two hundred times first!]

[Am I the only one wondering why all the trainees learning from Si Di are from Class F?]

[Idiot, Si Di himself is in Class F. How could Class A possibly lower themselves enough to learn from him?]

The public had sharp eyes.

Not only could the Class A trainees not bring themselves to join in, some even said sourly, "Tch. He's barely competent himself. The mentors praised him a couple of times, and now he actually has the nerve to teach others."

Another person chimed in, "Exactly. Look at him showing off now, acting like he's so amazing. When he fails to get into Class A, let's see how he cleans up that mess!"

"He won't need to clean anything up. If he can't get into Class A, that'll be perfect for stirring up some buzz. Then he can ride the momentum onto the trending searches again."

"Right, right. At first, he said something about being forced into it. If you ask me, he only knows how to hype things up. Haven't seen any real skills from him, but he sure knows how to steal the spotlight."

Their expressions were full of mockery.

The two of them became more and more outrageous.

The next second, someone walking toward them shot them a glance.

His name was Huo Xiao. He had earned the first A in the initial stage, was an all-rounder in singing, dancing, and rap, and was signed with Chatterbox Entertainment. He was even more famous within the industry.

Huo Xiao looked cool.

His world-weary face had an exceptionally refined air, and his aura was powerful too. Fierce and cold, he made people afraid to approach him.

Huo Xiao twisted open a bottle of mineral water, swept his sharp gaze over the two jealous gossipers, and let out an icy laugh.

"You're even chattier than my company's name. If you like judging people so much, The Ultimate Trash-Talker next door would suit you better."

The two gossipers' faces turned green. Unable to offend someone so important, they could only slink off to the side.

At last, the annoying voices around him were gone.

Huo Xiao sat down directly against the wall. As he held the mineral water bottle and drank, his gaze drifted toward Si Di.

Quite a few people practicing dance stood between them.

But Si Di was still exceptionally eye-catching.

Tall and slender, fair and clean-looking, his loose hair tips swayed gently as he danced.

During one powerful jump in place, his tracksuit was pulled upward, revealing a section of his waist—white and slim.

The line of his waist...

Huo Xiao withdrew his gaze and took two swallows of water from the bottle.

For the first time, Si Di experienced how difficult it was to be a teacher.

Even at eleven that night, the trainees following him still had not dispersed.

Honestly, it was a little moving.

This was reality.

Even in the lowest-ranked Class F, even though only seven out of a hundred people could debut, even though their dreams of shining onstage seemed impossibly distant, they still refused to give up.

Because they had no right to.

Once they gave up, they might never have hope again.

Si Di kept teaching until midnight.

Seeing that everyone intended to practice through the night, Yu Ning took the initiative to step forward and pulled Si Di aside. "It's too late. Why don't we rest? Si Di has never been a trainee before. If he keeps teaching, his body really won't be able to take it."

The trainees who had studied with him all day quickly echoed him and thanked Si Di.

They were all trainees. The more Si Di helped them, the greater the threat they posed to him.

The world was murky, but good and evil revealed themselves.

Not long after returning to the dorm and washing up, Si Di had just climbed into bed when his manager, Wu Biao, suddenly arrived.

The two went to the stairwell.

Before Si Di could say anything, a One Yang Finger jab landed squarely on his forehead.

Wu Biao lowered his voice and scolded him in frustration, "Are you missing a few screws? You came here for a survival show, not to do charity work. Di Bao, can't you let me worry a little less? You keep helping other people—do you still have time to practice yourself?"

"The sentence teachers said most often back in school was, 'The palest ink is better than the best memory.' No matter how talented you are, if you don't practice diligently, it'll all be for nothing!"

"Di Bao, listen to my advice. Can we stop worrying about everyone else and secure a debut spot first? My Mercedes-Benz is still waiting for you to help me buy it back!"

Si Di looked unconvinced. "I don't think success is about defeating the weak."

Wu Biao was left speechless.

The two stared at each other for a while. Then Wu Biao's face hardened, and he grabbed Si Di by the wrist and pulled him outside.

As they walked, he said, "Defeating the weak truly isn't worth mentioning. But defeating the strong—what do you think you have to rely on? That little bit of vague, intangible talent?"

The hallway was quiet.

The motion-sensor lights lit up one by one with their footsteps.

There were two dance practice rooms at the end of the corridor.

Si Di had been in the first one. Before leaving, he had glanced over and seen that the room at the end of the hall was dark.

Only when Wu Biao dragged him over did Si Di realize that the people in that practice room had not left.

They had merely shut the door.

Standing outside, they could hear music seeping through the crack in the door, faintly accompanied by the vibrations of dancers stomping on the floor.

Wu Biao pushed the door open a crack.

Light spilled out.

The music suddenly grew louder.

Inside, more than a dozen trainees were dancing to the music.

Their steps were powerful, their movements skilled.

Every move landed precisely on its proper beat.

Even so, they did not stop.

After repeating it countless times, the fabric beneath their collars was visibly soaked through with sweat.

Large patches on their backs were wet as well.

Their damp hair clung together.

At the front stood Huo Xiao, who had received the first A in the initial stage. He wore a sleeveless top, and his muscular arms and neck gleamed with sweat.

Even several droplets hung from the tips of his hair.

With the force of his movements, the beads of sweat fell and burst into tiny splashes on the floor.

Wu Biao patiently guided him. "Look at the tracksuits they're wearing. They're either pink from Class A or yellow from Class B. The fact that they shone so brightly on the initial stage proves that they are already outstanding enough."

"And you saw it yourself—do they dance poorly? Even so, they keep practicing over and over, striving for excellence and perfection. What about you? What exactly did you do all day?"

"Di Bao, how much chance do you think you still have of getting into Class A?"

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[Ya Ya has something to say: Nobody is perfect. Di Bao isn't perfect either, but he has always been constantly improving himself. Living means continually progressing and correcting ourselves, so please don't dislike our Di Bao. Quietly wait for our Di Bao to grow into a dazzling future star. Be a little more patient, okay?]