No need to knock on the remaining doors, everyone was called one by one, except for the two people in the rehearsal room, everyone else was present.
A group of people tiptoed around outside the rehearsal room, leaning against the door to listen to what was going on inside.
With the quiet outside, the music inside was quite noticeable, a rhythmic music accompanied by whistles and panting, seemed to be accompanied by the sound of high heels too.
Stepping on every person’s heart.
Guan Yu made eye contact with the person next to her, and Li Yang was "forced" to cautiously open a crack in the door with her.
The heat inside rushed out like a wave, the two standing in the center were close together, Cheng Zhirang casually snapping his fingers with his right hand, while his other hand was on Mu Qiu’s waist.
As he grasped that slender waist, swaying coquettishly like a snake, rising up until those legs stood straight, Cheng Zhirang then let go as if he touched fire.
The others also withdrew their gaze as if they touched fire.
Only Guan Yu stayed by the door, watching it all while gulping.
"Geez, this is too tempting, Brother Cheng has some patience, huh."
Shu Ran glanced at her: "Can you say something normal? The youngest one here is just eighteen."
The just-turned-eighteen Lin Lian pretended not to understand what was said earlier.
"Is it really okay for us to be peeping here?" he asked softly.
Guan Yu was still glued to the door, absent-mindedly replying: "It’s fine, free dog food, think of it as a little dessert after dinner."
Lin Lian: "..." Why does he worry himself?
"This will definitely go viral tomorrow," Li Yang murmured beside him, "Fans will go crazy."
"Then let the program team prepare medical staff first," Shi Yuhuai replied earnestly.
Li Yang: "...I actually think it makes sense."
"Alright, stop watching," Shi Yuhuai closed the door crack, ignoring Guan Yu’s protest, "Let’s either go back to practice dance or sleep, there isn’t much time, what’s the point of peeping."
Guan Yu glared at him: "What’s the point? I just want to purely admire good-looking people dancing sensually, is that okay?"
"You can watch alone, why call everyone together?"
Shi Yuhuai frowned, towering over her: "Are you thinking of messing up, delaying everyone so none of us get it?"
"...Where did you learn such palace intrigue thoughts?! Go back, go back!"
Their banter was quite amusing, everyone else stood by watching the fun, even those near the door inside the rehearsal room didn’t notice.
"What’s so funny you’re talking about?" Mu Qiu looked a bit flushed, frowning in confusion, glancing at them, "Why are you all standing at our door?"
Just as she finished, Cheng Zhirang came over too, with the same expression, watching them.
The newcomers didn’t know what to say for a moment, Guan Yu wondered if she should just speak up, but Li Yang suddenly pointed at her:
"It was Sister Guan Yu who brought us over, saying she wanted to show us an exemplary case of hardworking dance rehearsal."
Guan Yu was shocked, looking at him: Wow, you’re really good at making things up, I underestimated you.
Mu Qiu narrowed her eyes, studying each of them with disbelief.
"Come on, no one’s going to buy that. If you want to use the rehearsal room, go ahead, we’re done."
Shu Ran raised an eyebrow: "Just finished rehearsing? There are still a lot of moves, you guys rehearsed so quickly?"
Mu Qiu was calm, as if the person who danced so hard earlier wasn’t her.
"You can’t become a fat person in one bite, we’ll prepare the rest and learn it tomorrow."
After speaking, she didn’t exchange glances with them anymore, dragging Cheng Zhirang from behind and leaving.
The others exchanged glances.
Guan Yu’s tone was playful: "They’ve definitely found the essence of this song’s dance. But still, not in the rehearsal room, you can continue learning in the room, right."
Jiang Zhufeng and the others dared not respond to this.
Xu Cheng even appeared a bit innocent, just those casual words made his ears turn red.
Shu Ran watched the few young ones, seeing him so bashful, couldn’t help but wanting to laugh, she spoke to ease the situation:
"Alright, everyone, head back, the main actors are gone, what’s left to see."
Everyone dispersed, girls to the second floor, boys to the first floor.
Before returning to her room, Guan Yu was still making faces at the door-opening Shu Ran, whispering: "I saw Mu Qiu drag Brother Cheng back to her room, tut tut tut."
Shu Ran’s eyes sparkled: "I noticed you’re quite interested in these matters, do you want to fall in love?"
Guan Yu’s smile stopped.
"Totally unnecessary, see you."
"Boom," the corridor fell silent again.
But it wasn’t quite quiet over at Mu Qiu’s side.
The heartbeat was like a drum, the person standing in front was the same, the two hearts seemed to be drawn to each other, screaming to be closer like before, even closer.
After a moment, Cheng Zhirang chuckled.
"What did you bring me to your room for?"
"...You might not believe it, just did it in passing."
She forced a laugh, grabbing tissues to wipe sweat: "What time is it, what time are we leaving tomorrow morning?"
Cheng Zhirang continued the topic she raised: "It’s already half past twelve, we’ll probably set out around six or seven tomorrow. Tired?"
"Tired, this is too hard for me."
She frowned, unscrewed the bottle and drank water, then sighed, saying: "I feel like I’m mixing up the moves of two dances."
"No worries," his voice was gentle and captivating, "practice again tomorrow morning, you’re so earnest in practice, and you remembered roughly all the dance moves after just two or three times learning, so impressive, you can surely do it."
He’s used to complimenting her so straightforwardly now.
She smiled with pursed lips, mimicking the dance moves earlier, raising her right hand, teasingly knocking on his heart twice.
"Yes, I can surely do it."
Cheng Zhirang grabbed her hand, pressing it against his heart.
"The dance teacher said you lead this dance. Know what you’re supposed to lead?"
The heartbeat under her hand was so obvious, as if separated by a membrane thin to the extreme, the pulse raised the heat again.
"What?" she asked.
Cheng Zhirang bowed his head, his seductive voice speaking lightly at her ear: "Lead me."
Mu Qiu felt she was about to burn up.
An hour later, she was laying in bed, eyes closed, still tossing and turning unable to sleep.
The phrase "lead me" was like a mantra, circulating in her mind, making her restless yet excited.
Finally, she simply turned over and got up, took out sticky notes and a pen from her bag, squatted at the bedside and recorded something.
She wrote down three sticky notes in one go, read through them from start to finish, and then lay back down, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
This time, she quickly fell asleep.
Sunday morning, Mu Qiu woke up before the alarm, changed into loose clothes, grabbed water, and went to the rehearsal room.
The rehearsal rooms furthest from the stairs already had people in them.
What a group of frauds, claiming "Oh no, oh no, with such little time, there’s no chance to practice well," yet each one woke up earlier than a rooster, secretly come to work hard.
She chose the rehearsal room where Li Yang was, ran over to humbly seek his guidance.
Gradually, everyone else got up, ran to the rehearsal room to practice with Li Yang. Guan Yu and the others went to find Zhang Li.
Only 7 hours left until the offline stage starts.