Saturday was a sunny day.
Chu Fang woke up early in the morning, prepared breakfast, and his sister-in-law ate breakfast before going to school. Chu Fang then urged Zhong Tingyue to leave home and go to the dance class she had registered for.
After a short drive, the two arrived at a high-end dance training center, which was decorated in a lavish and opulent style.
As soon as they entered, a stunningly beautiful woman approached them, smiling as she looked at Chu Fang and Zhong Tingyue: "You two must be Mr. Chu Fang and Ms. Zhong Tingyue, right?"
"Yes." The two nodded.
The woman with a great figure is the dance teacher Chu Fang hired. Her name is Wang Qian. She is a dance teacher at the Shanghai Academy of Arts and has won many awards both domestically and internationally. She is renowned overseas, and her students are also very talented, becoming elites in the dance industry.
Since we're going to have Zhong Tingyue learn dance, we should hire the best dance teacher.
Wang Qian's teaching fees are also quite high, at 5,000 yuan per class, while Chu Fang booked 30 classes at once, spending a total of 150,000 yuan.
To ordinary people, it was extremely expensive, but to Chu Fang, it was a great deal!
And since he is the ultimate beneficiary, it's worth spending any amount of money.
"Do you have any dancing experience?" Wang Qian asked.
Chu Fang replied, "No, I've never been involved in dance."
Why do you want to learn to dance?
Chu Fang replied, "Dancing is good for your health, and it looks beautiful too."
Wang Qian nodded: "So what do you know about dance?"
This is how I see it...
Just as Chu Fang was about to answer, Wang Qian interrupted him with a smile: "Mr. Chu, I was asking Miss Zhong."
Chu Fang was still unwilling to give up: "I'll answer for her."
"Some things are better answered by the person involved."
Upon hearing this, Chu Fang pursed his lips, while Zhong Tingyue's lips curved into a smile. She looked around and saw that the training class was divided into several areas, each with a dance teacher instructing a group of women to dance. They were all wearing tight-fitting clothes and had very good figures.
She smiled and said to Wang Qian, "Teacher Wang, are we studying here?"
“No.” Wang Qian shook her head. “This is a learning area for regular customers, but for distinguished customers like you, we have a dedicated area for instructors.”
"Then let's go."
Chu Fang stepped forward, wanting to follow, but Zhong Tingyue stopped him: "You wait here."
“That wouldn’t be right, since I’d have to serve them tea and water,” Chu Fang said righteously.
"No need." Zhong Tingyue saw through his little scheme at a glance. He wanted to film the embarrassing moment of her dancing as a joke, or maybe post it somewhere.
Zhong Tingyue and Wang Qian then left, leaving Chu Fang behind. He looked at their retreating figures and said angrily, "Fine, I won't look then. Why should I look? There are so many beautiful women here, I can't even take my eyes off them all."
Chu Fang sat down to the side, snapped his fingers, and ordered a glass of water from the waiter. While watching the women in the various areas learn to dance, he chatted with several other guys next to him who, like him, had accompanied their wives or girlfriends to dance lessons.
"Wow... Look at that woman, she has a great figure."
"Look at that one, she's got a perfect figure, with a great bust and butt. She's absolutely gorgeous."
“... ..."
Men, after all, always talk about women. The group of men were quite lewd, but their lewdness didn't draw angry glares from the women. Instead, they stretched out their bodies even more, displaying their dance moves.
This is a high-end dance class, and those who can come here are all either rich or noble. The price for women who learn to dance in the public area is not so high. They come here for two purposes: one is to learn to dance and improve themselves, and the other is to get to know the powerful and wealthy, and perhaps they can climb the social ladder and become rich.
However... those women were overthinking it. The men started by chatting about the women, but as the conversation went on, they started talking about games, sports, world wars, and even the vast universe, getting more and more excited about quantum mechanics, bioengineering...
Chu Fang raised his voice: "I've always believed that there are extraterrestrials beyond our planet. Those extraterrestrials are different from us humans; perhaps they look like Minions, or perhaps they aren't even human. There's scientific evidence for this. Flamed and Chu have both said this..."
Chu Fang didn't know what he was talking about. He was just rambling on based on his limited knowledge of the universe. In this respect, he could proudly say: I'm a professional.
... ...
After an unknown amount of time, Chu Fang was rambling on from the starry sky to the Big Bang when he suddenly felt someone tap his arm and casually said, "Don't tap me. I'm having some great thoughts, and if these thoughts are interrupted, it will be a huge loss to human civilization."
Then he heard a familiar and clear voice, like a pebble thrown into a clear pool, extremely crisp: "Mr. Chu, I'll be going now."
"Eh?" Chu Fang turned around and saw Zhong Tingyue standing behind him. Fine beads of sweat quietly gathered on her forehead, like crystal-clear dewdrops on the tips of leaves in the early morning. Her cheeks were slightly flushed due to exercise or emotional fluctuations, like newly blooming peach blossoms, adding a touch of liveliness and beauty, making her exceptionally beautiful. "Ms. Zhong, why did you come out?"
The dance teacher, Wang Qian, said, "Today's lesson is over."
Chu Fang looked outside and saw that the sun was already setting. He paused for a moment and said, "Huh? Time flies so fast? It feels like it's gone by in the blink of an eye."
Now that he had finished learning, Chu Fang stopped explaining his views on the universe and waved to his friends who were getting along well with him: "Brothers, that's enough for today, see you tomorrow."
"No problem! Bro, I'm waiting for you."
"You are very knowledgeable, are you a professor?"
“... ..."
Chu Fang nodded: "I do have some knowledge in cosmology."
Zhong Tingyue covered her face and quickly pulled her fiancé away.
You may not feel ashamed, but I do.
You, a contestant who struggles to get into a 211 university, are talking about the Big Bang.
Wang Qian escorted the two to the door, bowing slightly: "Mr. Chu, Ms. Zhong, please take care."
Seeing the two get into the car, she raised an eyebrow: "Hmm... Rolls-Royce, millions, really rich. To be so rich at this age, I'm so envious. Was it too cheap of me to only charge them five thousand? I should have charged them fifty thousand. What a loss."
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