Can following the rules be called rebirth?

Chapter 315, Section 313: The Underground Idol's Dance Performance

"I choose dare!"

Du Jianuo made up her mind that no matter what tricky questions Zhou Mingyuan asked, it was better than being asked some embarrassing truths.

It's all about adventure.

Looking at his senior's resolute expression, Zhou Mingyuan's smile widened.

The man crossed his arms and leisurely surveyed the noisy, bustling dance floor, seemingly searching for the most suitable topic.

Just as he put his arm around Du Jianuo's shoulder, his brain racing as he pondered what kind of interactive challenges he should present to her, a very familiar intro sounded from the DJ booth.

“Hu~wuwuwu~~”

A highly distinctive intro, featuring strong electronic sound effects and tight drumbeats, pierced through the pervasive sound waves like a sharp sword, powerfully emanating from the DJ booth!
This intro is just perfect!
For those familiar with K-POP, especially those who lived through that era, the melodies are almost etched into their DNA.

—T-ara's "No.9"!
Released in 2013, this song, with its powerful melody, upbeat rhythm, and unique tapping feel, not only quickly became a hit on various music charts after its release, but was also regarded as a "battle song" by countless e-sports players.

The reason is simple: this song has a strong, energetic, and explosive rhythm, and it's too easy to dance to.

It quickly became the top choice for creating a lively atmosphere in nightclubs.

On New Year's Eve, Babyface's DJs naturally wouldn't miss this classic hit.

The moment the intro started, a tacit cheer erupted in the dance floor, clearly showing that many people had a great passion for the song.

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Du Jianuo straightened her back almost reflexively, her small nostrils twitched slightly, and her head began to sway gently to the intro melody. Her lips parted slightly as she hummed along.

She knows this song very well.

Not only does she enjoy listening to it, but as a top-tier dance streamer on Douyu, she is also extremely knowledgeable about this dance.

This is one of her signature programs, which she has performed countless times in her live streams.

Every beat, every movement detail, and even every expression has been repeatedly honed, making it a beloved skill among fans and a true gem.

Muscle memory reacts faster than the brain; her body resonated with the war song before her consciousness could.

Zhou Mingyuan quickly noticed the subtle changes in his senior.

His hand tightened slightly as he looked down at her profile, which was instantly ignited. Her previously dreamy eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight.

An idea suddenly popped into my head.

The man leaned close to Du Jianuo's ear, his warm breath mixed with the effects of alcohol, and said breathlessly.

"A great adventure!"

"Nono, look, I've already chosen the music for you."

Zhou Mingyuan pointed to the stage, his gaze sweeping over the crowded dance floor.

"How about we go up there and dance to 'No. 9'?"

"what?"

Du Jianuo blinked, turned her head, and her eyes met the man's.

"Look at how badly these people dance."

Zhou Mingyuan added, his tone now carrying a hint of disdain, as if he were stirring up trouble.

"I'm not saying this to criticize them, but I feel like everyone here is trash."

"Not even half as good-looking as you."

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Du Jianuo's beautiful eyes flickered, and she gently bit her lip.

That's it?

That's all for the adventure?
The punishment for this great adventure is less of a punishment and more of a tailor-made solution.

If another girl were punished like this by Zhou Mingyuan, she would either be so ashamed that she would jump around casually, or she would refuse to accept the punishment to avoid making a fool of herself.

But what about Du Jianuo?
The senior student, who has formal training, has been dancing in front of a crowd since she was a child and is used to performing under the spotlight and in the public eye.

This is hardly a punishment.
Du Jianuo put down her wine glass, pressed her chest, and felt her heart pounding wildly.

It wasn't because of nervousness or fear; the moment she saw Zhou Mingyuan point to the stage, she felt inexplicably excited.

Alcohol had already amplified her emotions to an extreme degree, and this small punishment completely ignited the impulse within her to jump, to release, and to vent.

She stood up, looked at Zhou Mingyuan, and the last trace of hesitation in her eyes disappeared.

She took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale all the noise around her into her lungs.

Then, he nodded vigorously, gave an OK sign, and his confidence was palpable.

"Okay, okay, a big adventure!"

She chuckled and added a comment.

"Hmph, thank goodness you reminded me to change my clothes before I left."

As soon as she finished speaking, she immediately got into character.

She naturally tossed her head to the right, stood on tiptoe, bit the hair tie on her wrist, slightly raised her chin, used one hand to gather her cascading curls, and used the other hand to pick up the hair tie and tie it together.

"I'll blow this place up!"

The mesmerizing, ever-changing nightclub lights illuminated the senior student's royal blue velvet halter skirt.

She walked out of the booth step by step, and even from several meters away, you could feel the graceful yet powerful lines of her shoulders and neck, her slender waist, and her long, straight legs.

Unlike an ignorant and reckless novice, Du Jianuo did not plunge headlong into the most chaotic center of the dance floor.

Her unparalleled sense of being at the center of the stage allowed her to calmly examine everything before her.

The girl quickly assessed the lighting, crowd density, and available space before taking her position.

At this moment, the prelude to "No.9" reaches its climax.

As the music transitioned into the main verse, Douyu's top dancer instantly sprang into action.

Her starting move was a snap of her fingers, followed by a very sophisticated side slide.

The movements weren't exaggerated, but that's what makes them professional.

Precise synchronization with the music beat, milliseconds off; effortless control of the body; focused aura emanating from the eyes.
She is different.

With a few moves, he immediately distinguished himself from the others.

Ripples began to spread silently from her center.

The two young girls closest to her, who were swaying their bodies casually, were the first to slow down.

As they danced, their gazes couldn't help but fall on the tall girl dancing in front of them.

"Hey? Look at her."

One of them nudged his companion's arm and decided not to jump anymore.

"She danced so amazingly!"

His companion murmured a response and also stopped what he was doing, his eyes filled with surprise.

Du Jianuo, however, was completely oblivious to the reactions of those around her, having already immersed herself in her own world.

As the song enters its preparatory phase, the rhythm becomes increasingly intense.

The dancers began to increase the amplitude and intensity, and textbook-level choreography began to unfold slowly.

Every wave she made, every head shake, every "Wave" was full of explosive beauty and rhythmic control.

She performed the most crucial and challenging movements with distinct layers, making them impeccably sexy.

"Fuck."

"Dude, look! Look!"

"Don't jump yet! Open your eyes! Look at the one on the left!"

This level of dance proficiency is a blatant, dimensional assault on the average nightclub dance floor, where improvisation and sensory experience reign supreme.

Soon, people with eyes within a radius of three to five meters centered on her began to be affected by an invisible force field.

The once crowded space began to undergo subtle changes.

More and more people stopped their chaotic actions and stopped to watch.

Especially for girls who dress up nicely.

As if realizing that they were not on the same level, she unconsciously moved her feet back to give Du Jianuo more space to show herself.

A small, circular stage was actually carved out of the void.

"That girl in the blue dress is something else."

Further away, people noticed the unusual activity in the area and whispered in Du Jianuo's direction. "That was an amazing jump! She's definitely trained! A professional, right?"

"Clap once, clap once, this dance is completely out of style with the surroundings, holy crap!"

People have already started raising their phones.

The screen's light flickered sporadically towards Du Jianuo.

"Number Nine, Number Nine, Number Nine, Na Na Na"

As is well known, the essence of a battle song lies in the chorus.

It was at this moment that Du Jianuo's performance reached its peak, where she gave it her all.

Shaking leg, twisting waist, pointing at someone from the side, glaring at them.

Du Jianuo performed T-ara's signature move to perfection, bringing it to life on the dance floor like a textbook example.

His every move exuded a cool and sassy aura, and his commanding presence spread like a tsunami.

"Wow!!!"

"That's awesome!"

No one is dancing anymore, and even the DJ missed a few beats.

Almost 99% of the attention was focused on Du Jianuo, and the scattered exclamations and whispers around her turned into almost instinctive cheers.

The crowd spontaneously stepped back, forming a circular open space centered on her.

The dance floor became her personal show.

Music, cheers, whistles, camera shutters.
The atmosphere reached a fever pitch.

"Oh my god! Isn't that...isn't that Uno-sensei?"

On the outskirts of the crowd, a stylish young girl stood on tiptoe, craning her neck to carefully observe Du Jianuo, who was shining brightly in the center of the arena.

He stared for a good ten seconds, then suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning. His eyes widened, he covered his mouth tightly with his hand, and shouted to the people around him.

"Who?"

"What teacher?"

"Douyu's Uno-chan!!! 6610, Douyu's number one dancer, you don't know her?"

"I've seen her dance this song on her live stream, and it's exactly the same! Oh my god, I actually saw her in person!"

She grabbed her companion's arm and shook it violently, so excited that she became incoherent.

"Who?"

"As expected of a professional teacher?"

"No wonder you jumped so well!"

"It really is her! I've seen so many clips and videos of her on Bilibili!"

"Uno-chan! Look here!"

On the first day of 2015, there was a wall between internet celebrities and reality.

Moreover, Du Jianuo is only slightly popular, not really famous.

However, this seemingly thick barrier was unexpectedly recognized by fans who also came to Babyface for the New Year's Eve celebration.

"what's the situation?"

"Why are you all taking pictures? Who is this celebrity?"

"Fighting fish? What do fighting fish do?"

"Is this the little idol Babyface invited?"

"You have to admit, the best nightclubs in Hangzhou are truly professional!"

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Whether people know it or not, Du Jianuo is now standing in the spotlight, and in other people's eyes, she is a real idol.

The DJ was clearly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events.

He had never seen such an influential guest before; it was like a superstar had arrived.

He got into character too, violently pushing the mixer fader to its maximum, taking the bass impact to another level, and the whole bar erupted in a thunderous roar.

As the song ended, the music stopped abruptly after the last heavy beat.

The dance floor lights dimmed to match, leaving only a spotlight shining on Du Jianuo.

She stood firmly in an ending pose, beads of sweat clinging to her collarbone, proving that she had given her all in her performance, which had lasted only a few minutes.

A grand adventure, perhaps!

What kind of adventure is it if you don't put in the effort?
After a few seconds of silence, there were countless cheers and applause.

"Brilliant!"

"another one!"

"Uno-sensei, could you please sign your name?"

An enthusiastic crowd surged forward, but the peak must remain at its highest point.

She shuffled along, then threw herself into Zhou Mingyuan's arms.

The man stepped forward immediately, using his broad back and arms to shield her from the crowd and guide her back to the center of the booth.

The senior student got drunk.

The boss, who couldn't resist the baby face, came over to offer a toast, and several fans also cautiously came over to offer a toast as well.

Facing this kind of occasion for the first time, she quickly collapsed onto the booth sofa, like a kitten whose bones had been removed.

"Huff...huff...I'm so tired...I'm exhausted..."

That's the amount.

Du Jianuo couldn't even utter a complete sentence; she could only gasp for breath and gulp down ice water.

"I already told you, why are you drinking with your fans?"

"That's good enough."

Zhou Mingyuan smiled and wiped the corner of her mouth.

Du Jianuo didn't speak, but looked at him with her bright, watery eyes, which were filled with twinkling happiness and a hint of coquetry.

She reached out her slightly trembling hand and grabbed his sleeve, as if seeking support.

The lingering effects of alcohol, the excitement after dancing, and Zhou Mingyuan's gentle expression.
With all these factors combined, a dizzying sensation, as if the world were spinning, quietly crept over me.

"No, that won't do."

The senior student's voice was soft and sweet, with a strong nasal tone.

"I feel dizzy because I've had too much to drink."

"Then let's go back now?"

"Mmm, hug me."

Before she finished speaking, Du Jianuo tilted her head to the side and leaned on Zhou Mingyuan's shoulder. Her eyelids drooped uncontrollably, and her breathing became long and even.

We've really reached our limit.

It's no wonder Du Jianuo was a little excited.

She never expected that in a completely unfamiliar city and in a completely unfamiliar setting, she would be recognized by fans on the internet.

She hasn't gotten used to it yet, and she doesn't yet have the awareness of being a public figure.

Therefore, she simply couldn't bear to refuse the fans' kind offer of autographs and toasts.

The drinks were emptied, a result of the atmosphere.

She only breathed a sigh of relief when Zhou Mingyuan refused.

"I've called a taxi. Just lie there, there's no rush."

Zhou Mingyuan felt the sudden increase in weight on his shoulders, looked down at her unguarded profile, and realized she was completely different from the idol who had exuded charisma on the dance floor just moments before.

He was stunned for a moment, then pinched the senior's cheek and smiled.

The man carefully adjusted her position to make her more comfortable, then wrapped her gently in his coat and pulled her into his arms.

"Sleep well, my big star."

(End of this chapter)