Ambushed, Fang Jun staggered back two steps, his face instantly scrunching up into a mask of pain. Clutching his struck side, he gasped and practically hung himself over Lin Mo's shoulder.
"Hiss... you were trying to kill me!"
He had to admit, girls who danced year-round had core strength and explosive power far beyond ordinary people. That elbow strike almost sent his soul flying.
"Serves you right!" Cai Junhuang pulled back her elbow and cracked her knuckles as a warning. "Speak nonsense again, and next time won't be just a simple hit."
"How was I speaking nonsense? I was praising your looks!"
Lin Mo patted Fang Jun on the shoulder. "If you hadn't used the word 'bro', you probably wouldn't have gotten elbowed."
"Pfft." Seeing Fang Jun's deflated look, Chu Miaomiao and the other girls couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into laughter.
The dance studio Cai Junhuang went to wasn't far indeed; it was just around the corner.
It was a commercial building, and it seemed the dance studio was upstairs.
"Let's go, we'll head straight up. People often come to the studio for trial classes, so the front desk is used to it. Don't be nervous." Cai Junhuang led the way, very familiar with the place.
It wasn't rush hour yet, so the elevator was empty, holding only the seven of them.
Still reeling from the strike, Fang Jun deliberately shrank into the corner farthest from Cai Junhuang, drawing another round of giggles from the girls.
Ding!
The elevator stopped at the twelfth floor, and the metal doors slowly slid open.
Facing the elevator doors was a corridor. There was a company on each side, with highly conspicuous signboards.
On the left, in flamboyant artistic lettering, it read: Casting Dance Studio.
On the right was a minimalist, high-end design: Lidi Modeling Agency.
"Hey, if you want to see pretty girls, look over here."
Cai Junhuang tilted her chin toward the right, a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Modeling agency. Authentic beauties with perfect figures and long legs, as many as you want."
Fang Jun's eyes instantly lit up. The guy who was just drooping with dejection was suddenly fully revived. He craned his neck, peering eagerly through the glass doors of the modeling agency.
However, the entrance was completely empty; there wasn't even a ghost in sight.
He looked at nothingness.
"Tch, men." Cai Junhuang curled her lips in disdain.
"You're the one who told me to look! How is this my fault?" Fang Jun looked aggrieved, feeling like he had been played again.
"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and go. I also want to see what the dance studio looks like."
Lin Mo spoke up at the right time, breaking the slightly awkward atmosphere.
Who knew that as soon as his voice fell, everyone's eyes would uniformly gather on him.
"What's wrong?" Lin Mo felt a bit creeped out by their stares.
Fang Jun seemed to have grasped a lifeline and immediately turned the spearhead toward him: "Ah ha, Old Mo! Even a decent-looking guy like you wants to see dancing babes! I've finally seen through you!"
What a vintage term.
He shrugged, looking completely calm. "I'm just purely curious and want to see how it differs from our school's dance studio. Besides, if I really wanted to see a dancing babe, don't we already have one right here?"
Saying so, his gaze landed on Cai Junhuang.
It could only be said that Lin Mo was very supportive.
Hearing this, Cai Junhuang puffed up her less-than-abundant chest.
That kind of confidence was truly one of a kind.
"At least you have good taste!"
She smugly tossed her ponytail. "Let me tell you, those agents at the modeling agency next door have incredibly sharp eyes. They don't even spare a glance for ordinary people, but I was specifically invited by them."
There was a lot of hidden information in those words.
Hearing this, Jiang Yunlu also reacted, asking in surprise, "They wanted to hire you as a model?"
Everyone's gaze focused on Cai Junhuang once again, looking her up and down.
A height approaching 1.7 meters, straight and slender legs, coupled with the upright posture and temperament cultivated by years of dancing—she was indeed great material for a model.
Even Xie Yuling nodded repeatedly after looking Cai Junhuang up and down. "She really does have the potential to be a model."
"Right?" Cai Junhuang curled her lips in disgust. "But who'd want to go? You have to stand there for hours, smiling until your face goes stiff. How is that as satisfying as sweating it out in a dance? My favorite thing is singing and dancing..."
Her understanding of the modeling profession clearly remained at the level of a window mannequin.
As they spoke, the group grandly walked into the dance studio.
The air conditioning hit their faces, dispelling the summer heat. The air was filled with the faint smell of sweat and the fresh scent of wooden flooring.
A young lady with exquisite makeup at the front desk was touching up her look in the mirror. Hearing footsteps, she looked up, and upon seeing Cai Junhuang, a familiar smile immediately appeared on her face.
"Why did you run back here?"
"Sister Xin, I forgot something in my locker," Cai Junhuang replied with a smile.
Sister Xin at the front desk nodded, her gaze naturally passing over Cai Junhuang to land on the youthful and beautiful figures behind her.
Her eyes instantly switched from the casualness of acquaintances to professional scrutiny.
One was a sporty girl with a bright smile, exuding sunny vitality all over.
One hid in the back, somewhat timid, but with a full figure and a cute, chubby face.
And there was another...
Sister Xin's gaze paused on Xie Yuling for a second. That girl had a cold temperament, her facial features as exquisite as an ice sculpture, and a detached expression that made people afraid to approach easily.
Three girls, three completely different styles, but without exception, their attractiveness was astonishingly high.
"Caicaizi," she called out Cai Junhuang's nickname, her voice sweetening by several degrees. "Are these your friends? Classmates?"
"Yeah, my classmates."
"Oh my, the physical attributes of your classmates are simply too good!"
Sister Xin's enthusiasm practically overflowed. Leaning forward slightly, she stared brightly at the three girls in the back. "Little sisters, do you want to try our trial class? The first time is free. Just treat it as coming here to have fun and experience the atmosphere!"
Hearing this, Cai Junhuang paused for a moment. She could obviously tell that the 'you' she was referring to meant the three girls, not the stinky boys following behind.
Among the ignored boys, Fang Jun cleared his throat indignantly and muttered softly, "Our attributes are pretty good too..."
Unfortunately, Sister Xin's ears seemed to be equipped with an automatic filtering system, completely ignoring him.
Cai Junhuang also wasn't sure what the three girls were thinking.
But when she turned her head, Jiang Yunlu shook her head voluntarily. "No thanks, I've studied dance before, but now I prefer playing badminton."
Sister Xin's smile stiffened for a second, but she quickly pinned her hopes on Chu Miaomiao, who looked the most docile.
Stared at by that expectant gaze, Chu Miaomiao subconsciously shrank behind Xie Yuling. Her small face turned slightly pale, and her voice was as quiet as a mosquito: "I... I can't. I have no coordination, and dancing makes me... makes me uncomfortable."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
