Chapter 83 The Teacher is Too Handsome
Before going on stage, Zhong Mengfan checked the buttons and zipper of his jeans again, and followed the other warm-up dancers up with trepidation.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
Almost as soon as the male dancers came on stage, screams from many female guests were heard from the audience.
The deafening sound and the extremely excited and enthusiastic women in the audience made Zhong Mengfan feel overwhelmed.
Beside Zhong Mengfan, some experienced male dancers were already waving to the audience below the stage and showing off their muscles.
All the warm-up dancers stood in the special I-shaped front row of the audience stand. This is the most expensive seat on the first floor, and there are many opportunities to get close to and interact with the dancers.
At this moment, a giant birdcage slowly descended from the sky above the stage. Inside, a male dancer wore a black blindfold and a revealing outfit that covered only the lower body, complete with SM-inspired restraints.
As the male dancer comes on stage, the first waist twist begins.
"Ahhhh!!!" The screams of the audience below the stage became louder.
"Ouch!!!" Zhong Mengfan also cried out, but his voice was immediately drowned out by the other sounds. Under the dim light, someone slapped his butt hard. Zhong Mengfan couldn't see the owner of the groping. His movements changed constantly with the performance, not staying in one place.
After the performance of the dancers dancing in the birdcage, Zhong Mengfan continued to serve as a warm-up for the second show and was then replaced.
The dancers could rest backstage during this time and change into their costumes for the upcoming performances. Zhong Mengfan didn't go backstage right away because Wen Xiaye was about to go on stage. He stood at a spot near the stage, out of the audience's sight.
The music on the stage changed. It was no longer the explosive, fast-paced dance music that had filled the entire venue. The music now played had a slow rhythm and was full of ancient charm.
Wen Xiaye, holding a two-handed sword with an extremely long blade, slowly walked to the center of the stage with an outstanding posture.
The atmosphere on the scene became completely different. There was no deafening scream from the audience, but one could feel that after Wen Xiaye appeared on the stage, the audience began to calm down and appreciate the performance.
"Wow~" Some people in the audience exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
Wen Xiaye slowly raised the long sword in his hand and drew it from its scabbard. He placed the hilt horizontally between his wrist and the back of his hand, skillfully creating a balance so that the entire sword, with his wrist as the fulcrum, remained horizontal and did not touch the ground.
Zhong Mengfan didn't know how Wen Xiaye managed to do this.
Wen Xiaye then gently flipped his wrist, controlling his balance and applying subtle force, allowing the long sword to swing in a small circular motion from the hilt. Finally, he flipped his palm, grasping the long sword, and changed his grip to a sword-flower-like gesture. The entire sword dance was so handsome that the audience couldn't help but applaud him.
He gripped the hilt with both hands, thrusting the blade forward. Then, he lowered his body slightly, gripping the sword with his wrist. As the tip of the sword fell, he lifted his foot and kicked the blade. Using the momentum of the kick, he spun around, completing the chopping and slashing movement in one smooth motion.
He then took a horse stance, using the strength of his shoulders and wrists to lift his long sword, twisting it and slashing it. He lowered his shoulders, exerting force with his right leg while simultaneously bending his left leg and lifting it, then leaping. He flipped his body in mid-air, the gauze of his stage costume fluttering as he landed, completing a horizontal slash and sheathing the sword.
Each swing of the sword was a display of absolute strength, and the entire sword dance was not vulgar. Following the rhythm of the music, Wen Xiaye's body displayed perfect muscle control and the use of strength in every movement of the sword dance.
Under the ambiguous stage lights, the female guests in the audience were clearly excited by the performance, the slightly revealing dancers' costumes, and... Wen Xiaye's face.
——Beautiful body.
Perhaps it was the atmosphere at the scene that made people feel confused. Somehow, Zhong Mengfan thought of this description when he looked at Wen Xiaye.
He even felt that at this moment, his mood was the same as that of the audience below. They were all captivated by the man on the stage and couldn't take their eyes off him.
This is not right...
Reason seemed to tell him that he should not continue watching. He was different from the audience here, he was Wen Xiaye's disciple.
But Zhong Mengfan's eyes still did not leave Wen Xiaye who was performing the sword dance on the stage.
The sweat he'd been sweating from during his warm-up performance on stage hadn't stopped just because he was standing still. Zhong Mengfan felt like it was getting even hotter. His cheeks flushed red, and he reached out to wipe away the sweat from the tip of his nose. He unconsciously opened his mouth to take a deep breath, then subconsciously licked his lips.
He felt a little thirsty.
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