The young lady behind Shang Yechu had also just arrived. Upon hearing this, she nodded politely and said, "Okay."

bathroom?

A sense of foreboding swept through 103's mind.

No way? Could it be that Shang Yechu is going to...?

What you fear most has come to pass. After rushing to the bathroom, Shang Yechu didn't use the toilet but went straight into the storage room where mops, trash cans, and other items were kept.

The storage room was relatively spacious, and there was no one there at the moment. Shang Yechu closed the door, then propped her phone up on the windowsill and began playing the 30-second classical dance video she had just edited on a loop.

Shang Yechu raised one hand and, imitating the movements of the people in the picture, "jumped".

Shang Yechu always managed to do some astonishing things, and 103 had gotten used to it after a series of shocks. Just as he was about to stop looking at the eye-watering scene in front of him, he suddenly heard Khan Shang Yechu rally his troops: "System."

103 had no choice but to turn back. "What is it?"

While dancing awkwardly, Shang Yechu said, "Keep an eye on things for me."

103 initially wanted to refuse, but hesitated for a moment and asked, "What are you looking at?"

“Watch,” Shang Yechu said with difficulty, turning around in a circle, “and see how well I dance.”

103 struggled and said, "The system has no aesthetic sense and cannot appreciate art." This statement is true.

Shang Yechu stared intently at the person in the video, saying, "You don't need to judge. You just need to compare how similar I am to the person in the video."

Data analysis was 103's forte, and 103 breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't want to be forced to watch Shang Yechu's clumsy dance moves.

“Okay,” 103 said. “At what similarity level can I tell you to stop? Seventy percent? Eighty percent?”

"Huh?" Shang Yechu stopped what she was doing, panting, and said, "You overestimate me. Forty percent is fine. If that's not possible, thirty-five percent will do."

Thirty-five percent... can that still be called dancing?

103 really wanted to ask that question. But Shang Yechu clearly didn't intend to waste any more time. She only rested for three seconds before continuing to imitate the dancer in the video.

103 had no choice but to begin observing Shang Yechu.

As they observed, 103 discovered Shang Yechu's intelligence.

The ending of a dance is often the most relaxed part. A relaxed rhythm means fewer, slower, and smaller movements. At least, this is the case with the dance "Butterfly Lovers".

These three features are quite helpful for beginners, especially beginners with good memory like Shang Yechu.

Shang Yechu broke down the 30-second dance into 10 movements and forcibly memorized them in her mind, just like memorizing calisthenics.

In this way, she doesn't need to learn to dance; she only needs to perform these ten moves together in front of the casting director!

Shang Yechu was already 20 years old, so her body naturally couldn't be as flexible as dancers who had trained since childhood. Therefore, she simply eliminated three of the more difficult moves and used a lazy method to string the remaining moves together.

The final scene of "Butterfly Lovers" depicts the butterfly dying, the flowers collapsing to the ground, and the dancers weeping for the butterfly. The dancers must crouch on the ground, burying their heads extremely low.

Given the state of the storage room, Shang Yechu certainly couldn't possibly lie on that filthy floor. Therefore, after hesitating for a moment, she chose a squatting stance, completing the final scene in a rather comical manner.

From 103's perspective, this "dance" was simply a desecration of art. But Shang Yechu imitated it with utmost seriousness, completely unaffected by external influences, and without any sense of discouragement.

103 silently watched the clumsy dancer, seeing her spin, twist her waist, and squat in a horse stance over and over again. Her expression was resolute, her posture quite comical... but she never stopped.

A bad pen is better than a good memory, and this applies to the field of dance as well. A dance that lasts about thirty seconds can be repeated three times every two minutes. That's sixty times in forty minutes.

By the sixtieth repetition, Shang Yechu's movements, while not exactly graceful, were at least fluent enough to be considered coherent.

"Thirty-nine percent similarity." 103 concluded with his final judgment. "You should leave now. It's almost your turn."