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The title is extremely provocative—"He Xu dances to Xu Shutong's 'White Waves, White Waves,' who can resist?"

Before clicking, most people thought it was clickbait.

After clicking, everyone fell silent.

The scene shows He Xu standing in the center of Li Bufan's group's practice room, wearing a black T-shirt and black pants, looking no different from his usual self.

But then the music started.

From the very first eight beats, He Xu's entire aura changed.

He swayed his shoulder slightly.

In just one moment, that lazy, nonchalant arc instantly turned the comments section from "Ahhh" to "Holy crap!"

When the hip movements came in, the comments section completely abandoned any attempt at comprehension.

"Wait, wait, wait—is this the He Xu I know???"

"That He Xu who swore until his voice was hoarse in the practice room???"

"What is he dancing to now??? Is this really the same person as that fierce, devilish instructor he usually is???"

"Look at his eyes—my god, the angle from which he looks at the camera—even Xu Shutong isn't as good at flirting!!"

In the video, He Xu jumps to the most crucial part of the chorus—supporting himself with one hand on the ground, his body tracing an arc, while his other hand slowly slides from his chest to his waist.

The movements were not large.

But that faint, lazy smile in his eyes landed precisely on the camera.

Lazy enough.

Enchanting enough.

The live chat froze for three seconds for a moment, then flooded out like a torrent.

"How could he do that?!"

"This is a leopard cat named He Xu—when it's aloof, you don't dare approach it; when it's lazy, you want to pet it; when it's sexy, it'll send you to heaven!"

"Li Bufan, you owe us an explanation!! How did you manage to hold back your screams when you were there?!"

"Help!!! I really want to be Li Bufan!!! Do you trainees even understand this?! You don't understand at all!!!"

"Wife! Wife!"

"This is Mom! Mom!"

"It took me ten minutes to confirm that it really was the same person."

"Hilarious! Did you guys even consider how Li Bufan's group must have felt back then? After He Xu danced that part, how were they supposed to practice? Their minds were probably filled with He Xu's wave, right?"

Li Bufan: I originally just wanted to find a teacher to give me some pointers on dance, but he ended up completely ruining my whole being.

The popularity of "White Waves" hasn't died down yet, and the production team has dropped another bombshell - behind-the-scenes footage of "Blade" choreography.

Before clicking on it, the audience thought it was a regular practice recording.

After clicking on it, I was dumbfounded.

The scene shows a practice room late at night, with He Xu wearing a black hoodie and his hat pulled low.

He stood alone in front of the mirror, tapping his feet to the beat, and went through the entire sequence of the six people's movements.

There was no music, no formation; left foot, right foot, turn, cross—every step was on an invisible beat.

The number of comments started to surge:

"He's doing the movement of six people by himself?? What's going on in his head???"

The scene shifts to 1 a.m., where He Xu is squatting on the ground, his paper covered with scribbles of arrows and numbers, and Shen Yiheng bends down to look at it.

He Xu asked, "Can you understand it?"

Shen Yiheng paused for a second: "...I don't understand."

He Xu sighed: "Then I'll walk and show you."

In the next scene, the six people stand in line, the music starts, and the whole dance begins smoothly from beginning to end.

The timestamp in the bottom right corner jumped from 8 PM to 2 AM, six hours later, the demo was finished.

The chat exploded:

"Six hours to compose 'Blade'??? Teacher Zheng said this level would take three to five days!!!"

He Xu: It was just choreography, by the way.

"He stayed up all night that night, and even went to record the group draw the next day... He's an ironman, isn't he?"

The final frame of the video is at 2:38 a.m., with everyone slumped on the floor. He Xu is leaning against the wall, his hat brim still pulled down, and someone is handing him water.

He took the drink, looked up at the camera, and said, "Okay, that's a wrap."

His voice was hoarse and unrecognizable.

The comments section completely went out of control at that moment:

"His voice is so hoarse... He really doesn't treat himself like a human being."

"So the dance their group performed in the first round was choreographed by him... He taught others to dance the dance he choreographed... What's wrong with this world...?"

He Xu: First choreograph, then teach others, then perform on stage, and finally critique yourself—a perfect closed loop.

"I'm even more impressed when I watch the first performance's live stream now... the hand microphone, the bass, the positioning, it's all his own stuff."

The video ended, freezing on the very slight curve of He Xu's lips.

The last line of comments floated by: "He Xu, take a break if you're tired."

Tens of thousands of "+1" comments followed.

Three hours later, the hashtag #HeXuFinishedCompletingBladeInSixHours# trended at number one on Weibo, with everyone in the comments asking the same question—

"Is he even human?!"

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At least, the three little ones from Banxing thought He Xu wasn't human.

Because this devil actually made them practice their basic skills extra on their precious rest day!

The air conditioning in the practice room was set very low, but the four of them still got their T-shirts soaked with sweat.

He Xu stood in front of the mirror, hands on his hips, looking at the three people slumped on the floor panting, his face expressionless.

"stand up."

Nobody moved.

Yang Sheng lay face down on the floor, his face pressed against the cold wooden floor, his chest heaving violently.

Song Yingwen sat in the corner, leaning against the mirror, his head tilted back, breathing heavily.

Jiang Yang simply lay sprawled out in the center in a "T" shape, with his limbs outstretched.

"I said, get up," He Xu repeated, his voice hoarse but calm. "You've only been practicing for a short time, and you're already like this?"

Jiang Yang's muffled voice came from the floor: "...Teacher He, we've been practicing for almost two hours."

"What's wrong with two hours?" He Xu walked over and nudged Jiang Yang's calf with his toe. "Shen Yiheng used to be trained by me for four hours straight without collapsing. How come you junior brothers are even weaker than him back then?"

"Because he's not human," Jiang Yang said.

He Xu squatted down, looking down at him: "What did you say?"

Jiang Yang immediately turned his face away, buried his face in his arms, and pretended not to say anything.

"Get up, this is the last one, leg stretches."

Yang Sheng swallowed hard and resignedly got up from the ground.

Song Yingwen struggled to stand up from the corner, holding his knees and catching his breath.

He and Yang Sheng exchanged a knowing look.

Jiang Yang lay on the floor pretending to be dead, but He Xu kicked him twice with his toes before he finally rolled over slowly, like a turtle that had been forcibly flipped over.

"Teacher He... could we skip the leg stretches?" Jiang Yang raised his hand, his voice carrying a faint glimmer of hope. "I pulled a muscle during dance practice yesterday, and it still hurts a little—"

Which leg?

"Left leg."

He Xu walked over, squatted down, and pressed on his left calf.

Jiang Yang yelled out, "Ouch! O ...

He Xu withdrew his hand expressionlessly: "Serves you right. You didn't stretch properly, and your muscles were tense. Today's leg press helped loosen them up."

Jiang Yang's pupils dilated violently.

Yang Sheng had resigned himself to his fate and walked to the leg-pressing bar.

He is the most flexible of the three, but only "relatively speaking".

He took a deep breath, put his left leg on the pole, and leaned forward—

"Well--!!"

The sound stuck in his throat, and his face turned bright red.

His legs were bent so badly that he couldn't even press them down to ninety degrees.

He Xu stood next to him, one hand on his lower back: "Don't hunch your back, straighten your waist."

Yang Sheng gritted his teeth and straightened his back, but the angle of his leg press remained unchanged.

"If it doesn't work, go down a little."