The scene shifts, and in the blink of an eye, Shang Yechu is already "sitting" in the seating area.

Shang Yechu held up the air glass, lightly touched it to her lips, and then poured the wine from the air glass into her sleeve.

With a charming smile on her face, Shang Yechu subtly pushed away the approaching "Air Prince".

Shang Yechu covered her mouth with an air handkerchief and giggled, "Fine, I'll jump. For every step I take, you drink a glass of wine, how about it?"

A few seconds later, Shang Yechu stood up and began to dance her quick version of "Butterfly Lovers".

To be fair, Shang Yechu's dancing was terrible, terribly terrible, extremely terrible. It could make any dancer in the world ashamed to death.

Du Xiaotang, the dance teacher sitting next to Yi Tianzhao, frowned as soon as Shang Yechu made her first move.

but--

Shang Yechu gently adjusted her temple, making a gesture of half-concealing her face while playing the pipa, and gave director Yi Tianzhao a subtle yet alluring wink.

That one look could make a man's bones melt. Even Yi Tianzhao, a woman, was somewhat overwhelmed. She couldn't help but rub the goosebumps on her body.

With a swift movement, Shang Yechu leaped gracefully in front of the "Air Prince," and in a highly provocative manner, she lifted his chin while pouring the air wine from his air glass into his mouth.

After completing this action, Shang Yechu casually tossed aside the air glass and continued dancing her clumsy dance.

Shang Yechu knelt on the ground at an angle, replicating the movements he had just learned from the video.

The death of the butterfly is the weeping of the flower...

The flower lay prostrate on the ground, gazing at the dead butterfly, a single tear sliding down its cheek...

Shang Yechu struggled to lift her head, a single tear sliding perfectly into her hair. At the same time, a wild, seductive smile bloomed once more on Shang Yechu's face.

That beautiful, ethereal face, with tear stains still wet at the corners of her eyes, revealed such a bewitching smile... This scene inexplicably conveyed an unspeakable sorrow.

After completing the final steps, Shang Yechu stood up, her smile and tears vanishing, replaced by a shy expression.

"Thank you, teachers. My performance is over."

The room fell silent for a moment.

After a long while, the old lady took off her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"What did you just say your name was again?"

Shang Yechu politely replied, "My name is Shang Yechu. Shang is the 'Shang' in 'merchant,' Ye is the 'leaf,' and Chu is the 'first day' and 'fifteenth day'."

After watching the whole thing, I'm speechless.

Sneaky!

That's so sneaky!

Shang Yechu knew that her dancing skills were appallingly bad—in fact, one could say that she had no skill at all.

Therefore, she compressed the dance portion to the extreme!

In five minutes, Shang Yechu fully portrayed the scene of a self-righteous and aloof courtesan forced by life to accompany and entertain those mediocre and vulgar people!

From initial weariness and loneliness, to anger and resentment at being forced into prostitution, and finally to despair and forbearance while dancing, Shang Yechu's emotions unfold layer by layer, vividly portraying the image of a woman of the night in the shortest amount of time.

She successfully shifted the interviewers' focus from her dance to the courtesan's emotions and feelings. Dance skills became the least important thing here.

But when it comes to emotions and feelings, that's Shang Yechu's domain. — Because, she's an actress!

Even that clumsy 30-second "dance" can be explained as the courtesan looking down on these fools and vulgar people, so she just danced a perfunctory dance, rather than the courtesan herself being a bad dancer!

How cunning!

Unfortunately, those interviewers actually fell for this cunning trick!

103 saw that director Yi Tianzhao and the old lady next to him had already sat up straight, their necks almost touching Shang Yechu's face!