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The tranquility of the base was shattered on the second day of the broadcast.

It wasn't that someone secretly hid the phone—although someone did hide it, no matter how well it was hidden, it couldn't be prevented from being revealed by the production team.

That morning, the television in the cafeteria suddenly turned on.

Normally, this screen only displays the day's schedule and weather forecast, with occasional announcements from the production team, but nobody pays much attention to it.

But today is different.

The screen wasn't displaying a notification, but rather a compilation of the most popular comments from the first episode of "Absolute Debut".

The cafeteria was quiet for a moment, then erupted.

"Holy crap??? Those are bullet comments???"

"What's the production team doing? Making us see our own comments? Isn't this infuriating?!"

"Stop making noise! ​​I can't hear you!"

Li Bufan stood in front of the TV with a plate in his hand, the steamed bun in his mouth fell onto the table, and his eyes widened like saucers.

The screen was playing the part where He Xu appeared—the barrage of comments poured in from the right side of the screen, layered on top of each other, covering most of He Xu's face.

"Paused, is that face real?"

"What's his name? He Xu? That's a nice name!"

"Teacher Jung Jae-won, calm down!!"

A low gasp rippled through the cafeteria.

Some people were envious, some were jealous, and some sourly remarked, "It's all because of her looks."

Li Bufan turned his head and frantically searched for He Xu's figure in the cafeteria.

He Xu was sitting in the corner, a bowl of porridge in front of him, chewing a steamed bun with a blank expression.

"Brother He Xu!!!" Li Bufan rushed over with his tray, plopped down opposite him, and shouted so loudly that half the cafeteria could hear, "Did you see that?! The comments are all about you!!!"

He Xu didn't look up, took a bite of the bun, and mumbled an "Mmm".

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"'Hmm'?? You just said 'Hmm'???" Li Bufan's voice rose eight octaves. "Do you know you're famous online?!"

He Xu finally looked up and glanced at him.

"I don't have a cell phone," he said, his tone as nonchalant as if he were commenting on the nice weather. "I can't see it."

Li Bufan opened his mouth, then closed it again.

That's right.

He Xu didn't hide his phone like he did.

The contestants from the next few tables also gathered around, chattering about the comments on the screen.

"I saw my name! Someone praised me for my steady high notes!"

"I saw it too! But some people said my expression was too fierce..."

"Be content, I wasn't even mentioned by name."

The scene then cut to another behind-the-scenes clip.

That was a clip of He Xu leading everyone in the A-class practice room to learn the dance during the theme song assessment.

In the video, He Xu stands in front of a mirror, breaking down the movements eight beats at a time, his tone calm, but every instruction is precise and accurate.

"That's why He Xu can dance like that... he really understands."

"Wait a minute, isn't he a player himself? Why is he coaching others?"

"Hey, look! Brother He Xu, look!" Li Bufan exclaimed in surprise.

The camera panned across the practice room, where Li Bufan's grizzled orange hair stood out conspicuously in the corner, with several contestants from Class C and Class D standing nearby.

"What a massive volunteer teaching event this is, hahaha!"

He Xu: I am just an ordinary dance teacher.

The commotion in the cafeteria continued, but He Xu had finished the last bite of his steamed bun, picked up his tray, and stood up, ready to leave this place of trouble.

"Brother He Xu, wait for me—" Li Bufan caught up with him carrying a tray, his dirty orange hair stinging under the cafeteria lights. "Why are you walking so fast?"

"You're not leaving after you've eaten? Are you staying for the New Year?"

"Hey He Xu, could you teach our group again?" Li Bufan hesitated for a moment before finally speaking up. "I've been studying our group's dance for two days, but I just can't seem to get the chorus right—"

"We're not even singing the same song," he said, his tone carrying a coldness that seemed to say, "Are you deaf?" "You chose Xu Shutong's song, which I haven't studied."

"Why don't you learn now!"

He Xu remained silent for a second.

"Say it again?"

Li Bufan shrank his neck: "What I mean is... you can learn the dance so quickly, you can learn it in just one glance, so just take a look for me..."

He Xu stared at him for three seconds.

"Show me your demo," he said, "but I'll only go through it once, just once."

Li Bufan's eyes lit up instantly, his dingy orange hair standing on end under the light: "Really?! Brother He Xu, you're so great!!!"

"Don't be too happy yet." He Xu picked up the bowl of porridge, finished the last mouthful, stood up, and said, "My voice isn't good enough. I can't sing the high notes in your song, so don't expect me to demonstrate vocal skills."

"No need, no need, no need!" Li Bufan stood up as well, following behind He Xu, wagging his tail like a large canine. "You just need to watch the dance for us! Dancing! That's your forte!"

He Xu ignored him and carried the tray toward the recycling area.

Li Bufan followed behind him, his mouth never stopping: "Brother He Xu, when are you free? This afternoon? Tonight? Our group has rehearsals this afternoon, tonight is fine too—"

"Tonight." He Xu put the tray on the recycling rack, turned around and glanced at him. "After seven o'clock, in your group's practice room. I'll only be there for half an hour, no more."

"Enough, enough, enough!" Li Bufan nodded vigorously, his dirty orange hair making people dizzy. "Half an hour is enough! Brother He Xu, you're my god!"

-

He Xu arrived as promised after 7 p.m.

The practice room for Group B of "White Waves White Waves" was on the second floor at the corner. When He Xu pushed the door open, seven people were sitting on the floor watching a demo video, each with a different expression.

Li Bufan was the first to spring up from the ground: "Brother He Xu! You're here!"

He Xu hummed in agreement, his gaze sweeping across the entire practice room.

There were seven people, from each of the classes A, B, C, D, and F, but to be honest, he didn't know any of them except for Li Bufan.

"Hello, Brother He Xu!" The other six people stood up in unison, their voices as loud as military training slogans.

He Xu raised an eyebrow slightly at the sight of this scene.

"...Sit down," he said. "Play the demo again, let me take a look."

Li Bufan excitedly ran to press the play button, and the others automatically made way for him in front of the mirror, standing as neatly as Moses parting the Red Sea.

He Xu stood in front of the mirror, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed.

The screen lights up.

The demo for "White Waves White Waves" has started playing.

The moment the intro started, He Xu's eyebrows rose.

It wasn't the kind of lyrical slow song he had imagined.

The electric guitar's tone flowed from the amplifier, carrying a lazy, slightly husky quality, like asphalt road softened by the summer sun on a summer afternoon.

Then the rhythm came in.

He Xu's expression changed.

He had never heard Xu Shutong's songs before—he didn't know much about the style of girl groups and female solo artists, and always thought "White Waves White Waves" was some kind of light and refreshing ballad.

did not expect.

So sexy.

The dancers in the demo wore loose white shirts and made small movements, but every tiny angle of their movements carried a fatal allure.

He Xu watched the entire demo and remained silent for two seconds.

"This song..." he began, his voice still hoarse, but with a hint of surprise in his tone, "by Xu Shutong?"

"Yes! It's a song by Teacher Shu Tong!" Li Bufan leaned closer. "Isn't it great? Let me tell you, this song stayed in the top ten of the music charts for six weeks!"

He Xu did not respond.

He watched the demo again, this time more carefully, his eyes following every detail of the dancer—the rise and fall of the shoulders, the rhythm of the hips, the arc of the fingers as they traced the air.

"Brother He Xu, could you dance it for us?" Li Bufan asked cautiously. "We've been practicing for two days, but something just doesn't feel right... Even our mentor couldn't quite put his finger on it, it just doesn't feel quite right."

"That taste?" He Xu turned his head to look at him.

"So...sexy?" Li Bufan scratched his head, making his dingy orange hair even messier. "But it's not the kind of sexy that's overtly sexy, it's just...well, I can't really explain it!"

He Xu looked at his conflicted expression and the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Okay," he said, taking off his jacket and throwing it into the corner, revealing a black T-shirt underneath. "I'll dance it once, and you guys watch."

He walked to the mirror and stood still.

It's just a standing posture, but the whole person's temperament has changed.

When He Xu dances, he gives people the feeling of being sharp, precise, clean and neat, with every movement carrying an arrogant "I am the best in the world" attitude.

But this time is different.

The moment the music started, he felt as if something had ignited him from within.

During the first eight counts, he simply swayed his shoulder slightly.

Just for a moment.

But Li Bufan's mouth opened into an "O" shape.

When the rhythm of the hips followed, the practice room was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the air conditioner.

He Xu's movements remained restrained, without any large, sweeping movements, explosive floor moves, or even significant shifts.

But every tiny angle seems to be teasing something.

His eyes changed too.

Lazy and listless, with a faint smile, as if looking at someone through a camera lens, yet also as if he wasn't looking at anyone at all.

In the chorus, he did the most crucial move from the demo—supporting himself with one hand on the ground, his body tracing an arc, while his other hand slowly slid from his chest to his waist.

Li Bufan felt as if something had struck his heart hard.

Because at this moment, he is gentle, languid, and captivating.

The music ended.

He Xu stopped what he was doing, stood up from the ground, and patted the dust off his pants.

"Did you see it clearly?" he asked, his voice still hoarse, his tone returning to its usual calm.

Seven people stood still, motionless.

Some people had their mouths open and forgot to close them, some had their eyes wide open like saucers, and some didn't even notice when their lyric book fell to the ground.

Li Bufan was the first to come to his senses, but his voice had already changed: "Brother He Xu...you, you just now..."

"What's wrong?"

"You're even more like Xu Shutong than Xu Shutong herself."

He Xu glanced at him, his eyes filled with a look of disdain that seemed to say, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm a man," he said.

"I know you're a man!" Li Bufan's voice rose eight octaves, "But that feeling—that taste—is—"

A boy with flaxen hair next to him finally snapped out of his daze and remarked, "She's just very sexy."