Chapter 1 A genius dancer transmigrates into the body of a butcher's daughter...
Chapter 1
"Meng Yingying? What's wrong with you? You've been practicing the Sunrise pose for three years! Three years! How come you still can't learn it?!"
"Where's your arm? Can you raise it?"
"Do you want me to slap you?"
A sharp cracking sound of dogma struck Meng Yingying's strong upper arm.
This left her stunned for a moment, as if she had returned to when she was four years old and first learned to dance. Her dance teacher used a set of rules to punish her disobedient limbs.
However, many years have passed since that scene, and Meng Yingying, as a talented dancer, has not felt the sting of being whipped by dogma for many years.
Meng Yingying was somewhat bewildered. One second she was at home with her parents celebrating the Lunar New Year, and the next second she found herself in an unfamiliar place.
This made Meng Yingying a little nervous.
She looked around at the large roof, the green paint, the wooden windows, and the worn-out, shiny horizontal bar topped with a dilapidated trumpet lamp that flickered on and off.
Not far away, there was a Red Light 711 radio playing "Grassland Women Militia," its clear and loud voice hard to ignore.
The room had a vintage feel, like the old practice room in the photos of her mother when she was young.
Meng Yingying's mind went blank.
Where is this?
Her gaze focused on a large, old glass mirror in front of her, reflecting a girl who was overly plump, or rather, overly obese.
Her eyebrows and eyes were very similar to hers, but they were several sizes larger. Despite having a very young face, she wore inappropriate, cheap lipstick, making her look somewhat old-fashioned and gaudy.
—This is not her.
—It wasn't an environment she was familiar with either.
"Still spacing out?"
Coach Chen was furious and started yelling, "Your dad used connections to pay your tuition and get you into the city propaganda team. You've been here for three years, and tell me, what have you learned?"
"The key to the Sun Pose is to raise your arms, lift one leg back, and lean your weight forward while ensuring your arms don't drop. Look at what you're doing."
Are you trying to stand on one leg like a rooster?
As soon as these words were spoken, the other students in the propaganda team couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Coach, you're absolutely right. Meng Yingying is just a chicken in a straw nest, but she insists on raising herself like a phoenix. Now look what's happened, she's been learning the simplest move for three years and still can't do it."
"What's the point of staying in the propaganda team? She might as well go back and learn how to slaughter pigs from her dad."
"After all, the city's propaganda team isn't a place where just anyone can get in."
Even so, you could hear the sarcasm in his tone.
Meng Yingying, a village girl from the countryside and the only daughter of a pig butcher, was sent to the city propaganda team to learn to dance because her father doted on her. She studied there for three years.
This kind of thing doesn't even happen to city dwellers like them.
After all, being a father who dotes on his daughter and has exclusive access to resources, or being an only child, each of these conditions is very demanding.
Looking at this scene, Meng Yingying felt a sense of familiarity. Wasn't this the novel she had casually read to pass the time when she couldn't dance?
In her memory, the original owner had a childhood betrothal, but later her father was critically ill and entrusted her with the task of finding her betrothed and getting married.
I thought this was the beginning of happiness, but I never expected it to be the beginning of tragedy.
As the daughter of a pig butcher, how could she be worthy of her betrothed boyfriend, who had a promising future in the garrison?
Meng Yingying was also self-aware. In order to be worthy of the other party, she insisted that her father send her from the countryside to the city propaganda team to learn to dance.
Because the selection criteria for the cultural troupe are very strict, they select suitable people from the city's propaganda team every year to join the troupe.
However, before she could finish reminiscing, sarcastic voices rang out from around her.
"If I were someone who spent so much money to learn but still couldn't master it, I would be too ashamed to show my face to anyone."
Meng Yingying's thoughts were interrupted, and she suddenly looked up, her furrowed brows showing a hint of anger.
Her cheeks flushed pink with anger, and the beauty mark under her almond-shaped eyes looked exquisite.
Actually, she's kind of pretty?
The other person, who had been mocking him, suddenly felt a little suffocated when Meng Yingying stared at him.
This is truly unbelievable.
She's still so overweight, but just now her gaze was so dignified and aloof, both frightening and stunning.
Feeling his dignity had been challenged, the other person immediately retorted, his tone fierce but his voice weak, "What are you looking at? Am I wrong? You've been in the propaganda team for three years, and you haven't learned a single move? Are you just dragging the propaganda team down?"
Zhao Yueru, Meng Yingying's friend, was furious and stepped forward to argue with her classmate, but Meng Yingying stopped her.
Zhao Yueru and her mother were born opposite; she was the daughter of a pig butcher in the countryside, while Zhao Yueru was the daughter of a capitalist. Both of them were in difficult circumstances.
If Zhao Yueru were to speak up for her, she would likely be ostracized by these people as well.
Fortunately, Coach Chen lost his temper.
"Enough!"
"If you keep bullying your classmates like this, get out of here!"
The young Coach Chen shouted, and everyone immediately fell silent.
He looked at Meng Yingying and commanded, "Do the sun-facing pose again."
Meng Yingying knew that the coach was speaking up for her. She bit her pale lips, and the bite brought a bit of color and made them look more beautiful.
"Coach, I'll go change into a dance outfit first."
Her voice is clean, soft, and pleasant to listen to.
The original owner did this to conceal her flesh and fat.
She deliberately wore a loose-fitting polyester shirt and nylon pants, which had no elasticity at all, so even when dancing, she couldn't move freely.
Coach Chen then noticed that she had been in class for half an hour and hadn't changed out of her dance clothes.
He raised his wristwatch, checked the time, and issued an ultimatum: "I'm giving you five minutes. I need to see you in five minutes."
Meng Yingying raised her chin and nodded slightly. She was not afraid of the coach or the teacher, because she had always been an excellent student.
Seeing her leave so casually, without even giving them a glance.
The students in the training room immediately erupted in excitement.
"Tch, he's clearly the worst student, what's with all the arrogance?"
"If I were her, would I still change into a dance costume? Even if I changed into a fairy dress, it wouldn't make a difference!"
"I want to see if she can still do the Sunrise pose after changing her clothes."
However, Zhao Yueru, who was hiding in the shadows, seized the opportunity to say, "Yingying has always been very capable. She's just too fat, and her hands and feet can't move properly."
"Once she loses weight, she'll definitely be number one in our propaganda team!"
Zhao Yueru had a mysterious confidence in Meng Yingying.
The person next to her scoffed, too lazy to speak to Zhao Yueru. After all, one of them was last and the other second to last; they were utterly worthless.
Meng Yingying, who was leaving, was unaware that her friend Zhao Yueru had spoken up for her.
If she knew, she would still try to persuade them, because she really didn't want to deal with such sarcastic and mean-spirited people.
Meng Yingying went to the dressing room, which was old, small, and dark. A small electric light was needed to see the scene inside.
A small brass lock was on the rusty cabinet. She found her own cabinet according to her memory, opened it, and saw what was inside.
A white enamel mug with red trim bearing the words "Serve the People" printed on it, and an IV bottle filled with water.
A box of face cream and a cheap lipstick.
This was almost all of Meng Yingying's belongings.
She ignored them, took out a neatly folded dance costume from the middle, and changed into it.
Meng Yingying went to the large mirror and looked at herself in it.
She has a round, oval face, a smooth and full forehead, and a beauty mark under her almond-shaped eyes, making her look charming and lovely.
Her facial features are indeed very beautiful, but what's even more stunning is her figure. With her long legs and short stature, she has a perfect golden ratio. Coupled with her snow-white skin, it's clear that if she were to lose weight, she would definitely be a beauty.
It was quite commendable, and Meng Yingying wasn't so disappointed anymore.
However, she disliked the strange makeup on her face.
She found a tap and washed her face with clean water. After washing away the abnormal makeup, she revealed a round, white face, like a steamed bun, without any sharp edges. When she smiled, she had two dimples, and her beauty was so pleasing to the eye.
Such a face is hardly vulgar.
The cool water completely calmed Meng Yingying down.
She traveled through time and arrived in a strange place, a place where she had no parents to protect her.
Meng Yingying rubbed her sore eyes, took a deep breath, and moved her legs and feet. The ligaments were not damaged, and she could move freely and comfortably without experiencing pain from time to time.
This young and energetic body allows her to pick up dancing again.
Let her stand on the stage again.
That's enough.
Meng Yingying took a deep breath and said to her youthful face in the mirror, "Meng Yingying, I will make your life better."
That life was like a lump of mud.
She will climb step by step to the top, shining like the morning sun.
Meng Yingying is not only good at playing when things are going well, but also when things are going badly.
Once Meng Yingying understood the critical juncture of the situation, she made a decision.
The moment she came out in her dance costume, the discussion outside immediately ceased.
They all looked over there.
Meng Yingying, who usually deliberately imitated them by drawing her eyebrows, applying powder, and putting on lipstick, had now removed her strange makeup.
That face had been washed clean, and it was so clear and beautiful, like the sky after a rain, that it was impossible to look away.
This is truly unbelievable.
How could Meng Yingying, that country bumpkin, be associated with beauty?
Ignoring the amazing classmates, Meng Yingying went straight to the coach and said, "Coach, I'm ready."
"Should we rehearse the sun-facing movement again?"
"Any other actions?"
The classmate next to her immediately laughed, "Come on, Meng Yingying, with your three tricks, you'd be lucky if you could even master the Sunrise pose."
Meng Yingying frowned, glanced at him casually, and said in a flat tone, "Do you have the right to speak when I'm talking to the coach?"
This was the first time she had faced these classmates head-on.
The other person was taken aback, feeling embarrassed at having lost face. Just as she was about to retort, Meng Yingying didn't even look at her and went straight to Coach Chen and said, "Sunrise pose, leg kick pose, rotation pose, and split pose, shall we do them all once?"
The other party felt helpless, as if they had punched cotton.
Coach Chen paused for a moment, but before he could speak, the person next to him burst into laughter. The other person was leaning against the horizontal bar, stretching his legs, and looking at Meng Yingying's broad shoulders and thick waist, couldn't help but mock, "Meng Yingying, are you still dreaming?"
Good heavens, is it even possible for Meng Yingying, who is so stiff in her limbs, to perform so many difficult moves?
Even Yu Xiaolian, their most outstanding student, couldn't do these moves. Yu Xiaolian smiled, clearly enjoying the spectacle.
However, her smile didn't last long.
"Shut up."
Coach Chen shouted angrily, and Yu Xiaolian's smile vanished instantly. Coach Chen only glanced at her coldly, but when he turned to look at Meng Yingying, he showed a bit more encouragement, "Meng Yingying, why don't you try it first?"
"If it's not right, we'll adjust it."
It's fine as long as she can dance, instead of being as shy and self-conscious as before when dancing was mentioned, Meng Yingying would shrink back and feel so embarrassed that she wanted to hide her head in her neck.
Meng Yingying hummed in agreement, adjusted her posture, her black dance costume clung to her body, she slightly raised her arms, her swan neck straightened, and her chin tilted forward.
Her initial leap was executed flawlessly, and those deeply ingrained movements seemed effortless to her.
Sun pose, rotation, high kick—every movement was executed with impeccable precision. What was even more surprising was her control; every time she raised her hand, swung her arm, rotated, or high kicked, it was with remarkable power and rhythm.
The body dances to the music with a strong sense of rhythm.
For a moment, the quiet dance studio was filled only with the sound of Meng Yingying dancing. Everyone watched her intently.
Although Meng Yingying was plump, her arms stretched out like a swan's neck. When she lifted one leg back, her lower body core was as stable as a rock. She completed the three rotations cleanly and silently, and her center of gravity was so stable that Coach Chen's pupils shrank.
Meng Yingying, who was usually mocked for her stiff limbs.
At this moment, her hand and foot coordination was unbelievable; every movement of hers was extremely standard, and her movements were almost textbook-perfect.
The large room suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of the wind rising from Meng Yingying's triple spin landing and Coach Chen's rapid breathing.
Those who had been mocking her fell silent, somewhat shocked. "This is Meng Yingying?"
"She wasn't stiff in her limbs, so when did she become so agile?"
"I don't know, I feel like Meng Yingying has become a different person."
"Why do I feel like she dances better than all of us?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Xiaolian, who had been watching the spectacle, immediately froze.
Those who had wanted to see Meng Yingying make a fool of herself fell silent.
Hearing the whispers around her, Meng Yingying steadied herself, breathing softly, and looked at everyone with a mocking gaze. "Is it that difficult?"
This was like a resounding slap across their faces, instantly turning everyone's faces red with embarrassment.
Zhao Yueru, however, was different. Her face flushed with excitement, and she couldn't help but clap her hands, exclaiming, "Yingying is amazing!"
"I told you Yingying was very talented, but you didn't believe me. Now you do."
"None of you can do the moves she does, humph!"
She was quite proud of herself, as if she were dancing exactly like herself.
Coach Chen realized what was happening and nodded in praise, "Not bad, Meng Yingying, you've made great progress."
"With your level of talent, you'll definitely be selected for the cultural troupe in the second half of this year."
As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the others turned as red as an overturned palette.
Meng Yingying took it all in. She withdrew her arm, slightly out of breath, beads of sweat rolling down her face. Her smile revealed two dimples that were sweet enough to melt anyone's heart. "Thank you for your kind words, Coach."
To her surprise, the original owner's ligaments were incredibly flexible. While her strength was still lacking, her potential was astonishing.
That long-lost feeling of control over her body almost brought Meng Yingying to tears.
Lost in her own emotions, Meng Yingying was completely unaware of the shock on everyone else's faces. Until a voice came from outside.
Is Meng Yingying here?
It was Director Lin from the propaganda team. As soon as he arrived, the students who had been surrounding Coach Chen rushed to the door to greet him. "Director Lin, what's wrong?"
They were very attentive.
Because Director Lin has connections within the performing arts troupe, and all these people need to do is maintain good relations with Director Lin.
If the performing arts troupe comes to the propaganda team to select people again next time, these people will probably get more exposure.
Getting accepted into the performing arts troupe and becoming a female soldier—what an honor! It's a secure job for life.
Faced with the students' eagerness, Director Lin knew exactly what was going on. She remained calm and named Meng Yingying, saying, "I'll go find Meng Yingying."
Everyone immediately fell silent, some even feeling indignant.
Why is it that Meng Yingying, a fat girl who got in through connections and can't even dance properly, is favored?
Coach Chen noticed everyone's expressions, frowned slightly, and pointed in Meng Yingying's direction.
Just as I was about to tell Director Lin that Meng Yingying had made great progress, Director Lin didn't give me any chance at all and said directly, "Have Meng Yingying come to my office."
Coach Chen frowned slightly, noticing that Meng Yingying still seemed somewhat bewildered.
Coach Chen immediately realized what was going on and comforted her, "Perhaps Director Lin has something good for you. Go and see."
He paused, then added with some concern, "Be careful what you say later, don't offend her."
Meng Yingying nodded, her round little face, like a glutinous rice ball, now showing a hint of confusion.
However, they did follow after all.
As soon as she left, Zhao Yueru glanced at Coach Chen's expression and became somewhat worried.
That Director Lin loves accepting gifts; I wonder how he'll make things difficult for Yingying.
Meng Yingying went to Director Lin's office based on her memory.
The door wasn't closed, but she still knocked politely until Director Lin told her to come in.
Meng Yingying then tugged at the wrinkles in her dance costume and followed him into the room.
Director Lin's office had a mahogany table, a white enamel mug, and a green tin thermos. On the wall behind him hung a portrait of Chairman Mao, which looked very imposing.
She sat in the chair and looked at Meng Yingying as she entered with a scrutinizing gaze.
“Meng Yingying, all the other students in the propaganda team were admitted through an assessment. But you were the only one who got in because your father used connections and gave you gifts, and he paid your tuition separately.”
Meng Yingying stood opposite the office, her somewhat chubby face puffed out like a squirrel with its mouth full. "Director Lin, just say what you want to say."
Her voice was soft, but if you listened closely, you could hear a hint of strength in it.
Director Lin was somewhat surprised, not expecting that the timid Meng Yingying would dare to speak to her like that.
She sat up straight and leaned forward slightly, exuding a sense of pressure.
"The second half of the year is almost here. The cultural troupe stationed in the team will come down to the propaganda team to select outstanding talents. If you want to stay until September to participate in the cultural troupe selection, you have to pay the tuition fee in advance."
"By the way, your qualifications aren't good enough. If you want to stay in the city propaganda team, you'll need to pay double the tuition. I'll have to pull some strings with the higher-ups to keep you here."
"Otherwise—" The unfinished words were full of threats.
She was certain that Meng Yingying would suffer this injustice in silence.
After all, it was her own choice to want to join the performing arts troupe.
Unexpectedly, Meng Yingying did not answer, but stared at her for a long time.
The original owner's tragedy began with this double tuition fee.
In the book, the original owner did not refuse. She went back and asked her father for double the tuition fee. Her critically ill father felt indebted to his daughter because he loved her dearly.
He then used his life-saving money as tuition.
later.
The propaganda team was disqualified from being selected for the performing arts troupe. Meng Yingying lost her father, the propaganda team, and the opportunity to join the performing arts troupe.
It was a complete disaster, and her life began to decline from that point on.
Thinking of this, Meng Yingying suddenly smiled, but her fair and beautiful eyes were somewhat cold.
Director Lin asked, somewhat displeased, "What are you laughing at?"
Meng Yingying stepped forward, leaned slightly forward, and placed her arms on the table, looking down at Director Lin like a fierce little kitten revealing its claws.
"I laughed at Director Lin for being delusional. You seem to have forgotten that the tuition for everyone else in the propaganda team was only thirty. I was the only one who paid sixty, and that's not enough. You want to charge double the tuition on top of sixty? What? Are you planning to fleece me to support the entire propaganda team?"
She smirked, then changed the subject, "Director Lin, if the propaganda team's funds are really that tight, and they need to exploit students, especially 'connected' people like me, to stay afloat, I think it would be better to submit a report to apply for funding from higher authorities, or... have everyone tighten their belts?"
Upon hearing this, Director Lin immediately felt her authority challenged. She slammed her hand on the table and shouted angrily, "Meng Yingying, do you still want to stay in the propaganda team?"
In front of Director Lin, Meng Yingying deftly removed the propaganda team's badge, slammed it on the table, her eyelashes fluttered, and she said firmly, "I don't want to."
"What do you mean?"
Meng Yingying took a deep breath and said firmly, "It means exactly what it says. Director Lin, you don't understand, do you? Let me repeat it for you."
"I choose to withdraw from the propaganda team!!!"
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