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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
