Amateur talent show? Top mentors are my students.

He Xu's tone was slightly sarcastic.

But Yang Shengcai didn't care about saving face. He immediately followed the advice, lowered his leg, changed to a lower angle, and pressed down again.

This time he finally managed to get it close to 90 degrees.

He was trembling all over, and sweat dripped down his jawline from his forehead.

Song Yingwen stood in front of the pole next to him, in an even worse state than Yang Sheng.

He put his leg up and tried to press down less than ten centimeters before his knees started to tremble and he let out a muffled groan.

Jiang Yang's situation is the worst.

After he put his legs up, he was practically hanging from the pole, his face buried in his arms, and his voice came out muffled: "Teacher He... I'm going to die..."

"You won't die," He Xu said. "You just have tight ligaments. Just press a little deeper and it'll be fine."

"If you press any deeper, I'll really die—"

"Then let one of you die and I'll see."

Jiang Yang raised his face and looked at He Xu with an expression that seemed to say, "Are you even human?"

The door to the practice room was pushed open a crack.

"Hey He Xu, what are you guys doing? I could hear that from way over there—Holy crap!"

Li Bufan poked his head in.

There were two other people standing in the corridor behind him, Lin Siyuan and Zhao Tianyu, who were probably also attracted by the shouts.

All three people's eyes fell on the three boys who were about to faint in front of the leg-pressing bar.

"You guys..." Li Bufan swallowed hard, "are you doing leg stretches?"

"It's obvious." He Xu didn't even turn his head, his hand still on Song Yingwen's waist. "Come in."

Li Bufan was taken aback for a moment: "Come in? We'll just take a look—"

"Come in," He Xu repeated. "Since you're here, don't leave empty-handed."

Li Bufan, Lin Siyuan, and Zhao Tianyu stood at the door, looking at each other in bewilderment.

He Xu finally turned his head and pointed his right ear at them: "I said, come in and do some leg stretches."

"Brother He Xu, we were just passing by—"

"Then don't just pass by." He Xu withdrew his hand from Song Yingwen's waist, straightened up, and turned to the three people at the door. "None of you are very flexible—since we've bumped into each other, let's practice together."

Li Bufan opened his mouth, trying to make a last-ditch effort: "Brother He Xu, our group's rehearsal hasn't started yet—"

"Why are you practicing on your day off?" He Xu interrupted him. "Stretch your legs first, it won't take up more than a few minutes of your time."

Lin Siyuan was the first to step in, with a tragic expression that said, "Since there's no escaping it, I'll just accept my fate."

Zhao Tianyu followed behind him, his lips twitching slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Li Bufan stood at the door, stared at He Xu for five seconds, and then slunk in.

Six people stood in a row in front of the leg stretching bar, looking like students who had made mistakes and were being punished.

He Xu walked from one end to the other, his gaze sweeping over the backs of everyone's legs.

Li Bufan's legs dangled in mid-air, trembling like leaves in the wind;

Sweat was dripping from Lin Siyuan's forehead onto the floor;

Zhao Tianyu gritted his teeth and remained silent, but the angle of his leg was even more miserable than the others.

He Xu stopped in front of Yang Sheng, looked down at him, then placed his hand on Yang Sheng's lower back and gently pressed down.

Yang Sheng immediately let out a muffled groan, and his whole body trembled even more violently.

"...With your flexibility," He Xu finally spoke, his voice filled with genuine confusion, "how did you manage to execute that backflip in the chorus so cleanly?"

Yang Sheng gritted his teeth: "That...that's explosive power..."

"Explosive power only solves the problem of taking off; flexibility is what cushions the landing." He Xu withdrew his hand, straightened up, and scanned the six faces one by one. "You guys don't usually stretch your legs, do you?"

No one dared to speak.

He Xu looked at them for a few seconds, then shook his head and walked to the open space in the center of the practice room.

He didn't say anything, he just took off his sports jacket and tossed it into the corner.

"Come down, everyone. I'll demonstrate."

Six people simultaneously lowered their legs from the leg-pressing bar, their movements as swift as if they had been granted a pardon.

Li Bufan moved his stiff leg, gasping for breath.

"Brother He Xu, what are you going to demonstrate?"

He Xu ignored him.

Without any warm-up or preparation, he bent slightly at the waist, placed his hands on the ground, and his whole body was like a spring that had been compressed to the bottom. His two legs drew a clean and neat arc in the air and directly split into a standard split.

The practice room fell silent for a moment.

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

"Holy crap—!!"

He Xu did not stop.

He flipped forward from the splits position, his whole body resembling a kneaded dough.

The body folds, stretches, and twists, each joint acting as an independent entity, yet coordinating perfectly in the same instant.

He performed a series of movements—backflips, frontflips, and full-body undulating curls and unfoldings—before finally flipping perfectly and landing on his feet.

The whole process took no more than ten seconds.

He Xu straightened up, patted off non-existent dust from his hands, and turned to look at the six people.

Li Bufan was the first to explode.

"Holy crap—!!!" His voice rose eight octaves, he took half a step back, and pointed at He Xu, "Brother He Xu, what you just did—what you did—how did you do that?!"

"What? How did you do that?" He Xu asked calmly. "Just do more leg stretches and less slacking off, and you can do it too."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the wall, bent down to pick up his sports jacket, shook it, and slowly draped it over his shoulder.

The six people behind him remained standing still.

Li Bufan's mouth was still open, his pupils dilated for a while before he blinked hard twice: "...We can do it too? Brother He Xu, are you serious? That split you did just now, I wouldn't even dare to dream of it!"

"Then start dreaming now, and your dreams will come true." He Xu said without turning his head.

Jiang Yang finally got up from the ground, stood up straight while holding onto the leg stretcher, his legs still trembling like a toddler learning to walk.

His gaze darted back and forth between He Xu and the camera twice, then he suddenly turned his head and said to the camera in a solemn tone, "Cameraman, this clip has to be released."

"What?" He Xu raised an eyebrow slightly.

Jiang Yang's expression was extremely serious, almost comically so: "This is the very essence of a cat. Even leopard cat isn't enough to describe it. The flexibility just now—Teacher He, you're a liquid cat."

The practice room was quiet for a moment, then Li Bufan was the first to burst out laughing.

"Liquid Cat, hahahahahahaha—!!!" He laughed so hard he was bent over, hands on his knees. "Jiang Yang, you're finished! How dare you call Brother He Xu liquid!"

"I'm stating the facts!" Jiang Yang declared confidently, even pointing to the security camera. "There's video evidence! The whole nation will see it!"

Song Yingwen stood in the corner, a clear smirk on his face: "It really is Liquid Cat—that split followed by a front flip just now, no normal person could do that."

Lin Siyuan and Zhao Tianyu exchanged a glance. One lowered his head and pretended to tie his shoelaces, while the other turned to face the wall, his shoulders shaking.

He Xu stood there, holding his sports jacket, staring blankly at the six people in front of him who were laughing so hard they were practically falling over. He remained silent for several seconds.

Then he said, "Have you laughed enough?"

The laughter subsided a little, but didn't stop completely.

"If you've laughed enough, then continue stretching your legs." He Xu slung his coat over his shoulder, walked over, stood in front of the stretching bar, and patted the bar.

"The demonstration I just gave you was for your benefit, not for you to laugh at. Everyone, do the splits! Get down there, and you're not allowed to leave until you get down."

The laughter of the six people instantly caught in their throats.

Jiang Yang's expression changed from smug to horrified: "Teacher He, you're not serious, are you?"

"When have I ever joked with you?"

Jiang Yang glanced at He Xu's expressionless face, then at his teammates beside him, and resignedly put his legs on the leg stretcher.

The practice room was filled with muffled groans once again.

He Xu walked to the chair in the corner, sat down, crossed his legs, took out his phone, and glanced at the camera in the corner out of the corner.

The red light is still on.

He paused for a moment, then smiled casually at the camera: "Don't air this part."

The camera, of course, did not respond.