A private dance studio, afternoon.

In the empty training room, there was only Su Qianqian and a young woman.

The woman's name is Xu Wanwan. She is an associate professor in the dance department of S University and a renowned young dancer in the field of classical dance in China.

She wore a well-tailored black training uniform, her long hair neatly pinned up at the back of her head, revealing her slender and graceful neck, exuding a cool and professional aura.

At this moment, she was standing behind Su Qianqian, her hands gently resting on the girl's slender waist.

"Sink your breath... Yes, extend your arms..." Xu Wanwan's voice was clear and pleasant, and every instruction was precise.

Su Qianqian was wearing a form-fitting light pink dance practice outfit, her long, seaweed-like hair tied up high, revealing her smooth and full forehead.

In front of outsiders, she no longer needs to wear glasses to conceal her identity.

Following Xu Wanwan's instructions, Su Qianqian adjusted her posture.

Her movements still appeared noticeably awkward in Xu Wanwan's eyes.

Even the static postures are not up to standard, let alone the dynamic ones.

Needless to say, the dynamics are also noticeably stiff, with some steps being connected awkwardly.

This girl has absolutely no dance background.

But Xu Wanwan had to admit that this girl possessed an innate charm.

Especially at this moment, she guided her to do a bent-over stretch and then smoothly stand up.

Su Qianqian first obediently lay down, her waist collapsing into an amazingly flexible arc, her full and round buttocks sticking up high, swaying painfully under her tight-fitting training clothes.

The proportions of her waist and hips are simply a gift from the Creator; the transition between slenderness and fullness is perfectly natural, possessing a captivating allure.

Xu Wanwan's gaze was drawn to her as if by a magnet, fixed on her slender white waist and the shapely curves revealed by her slipping shirt.

Her own figure is already top-notch in the dance world; years of rigorous training have given her a toned physique.

But in order to maintain her peach-shaped buttocks, she does two hours of yoga and strength training every day without fail, enduring muscle soreness.

But the girl in front of her... Xu Wanwan's fingertips unconsciously tightened, pinching Su Qianqian's waist so hard that the soft flesh sank slightly.

The girl cried out in pain.

Xu Wanwan snapped back to her senses, immediately released her grip, and quickly regained her professional and gentle demeanor: "Sorry, I used a bit too much force."

"Maintain this angle and feel the stretch and strength in your lower back so that the back can move smoothly."

Her voice sounded perfectly normal.

However, the bitterness and jealousy in my heart grew wildly like vines.