Inside a dance studio, a boy was sweating profusely. His name was Wu Feng.
His movements combined grace and firmness.
And many of his forceful movements seemed featherlight.
The boy was ordinary-looking, but his dance talent was exceptionally strong.
It added a filter to his plain appearance.
Everyone who had seen him dance thought he was extraordinarily handsome.
Wu Feng was wiping the sweat from his face at that moment, the sweat absorbed by the towel, providing some comfort.
He was thirsty, but having just exercised intensely, he couldn't drink a lot of water; he had to wait.
Looking at the other children in the dance studio who were still stretching, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes.
Who would have thought that his dance skills had reached a level akin to a young professional dancer?
Yet he had never attended a professional dance school.
When he auditioned years ago, all the teachers were excited after his performance.
He thought he had it in the bag.
And the students in his group were lackluster, their defenses shattered after watching his dance.
With a prodigy like him around, what business did they have being there?
But when the results came out, he wasn't accepted, while the others were.
The reason was nothing more than his height. As a boy, he was only 1.7 meters tall.
Among male dancers, this stature was a congenital deficiency.
Female dancers are all required to be over 1.7 meters, and boys must be at least 1.8 meters. Otherwise, who would he pair with in future performances?
Like dance schools, there are many rigid rules.
No matter how much he loved it, he had to give up.
After all, the competition in dance schools was always the fiercest. Losing him was nothing.
After failing three times, he was completely disheartened.
He then started working in a dance training institution.
Ironically, several of the students who attended his classes were part of his audition group. Those who were accepted now had to call him, who wasn't, their teacher.
As a "teacher," he didn't receive recognition from the professional academy, which was always a thorn in his heart.
Many extracurricular tutoring institutions were being cracked down upon, including those in the arts.
Many art institutions have gone bankrupt.
They had to eke out a living in cracks and crevices.
After years of training, money was not a problem for him, what he lacked was a stage.
Although he danced well, he had no professional endorsement and had not participated in any major dance dramas, so joining a dance troupe was difficult.
The stage was like a carrot hanging in front of a donkey. It seemed to be in sight just by raising his eyes, but always beyond reach.
He was almost desperate.
Suddenly, he received an offer to become a kindergarten teacher.
He instinctively refused.
What he wanted was not to be a teacher, but a stage.
But Starry Sky Kindergarten seemed to know his thoughts.
They claimed to be a celebrity kindergarten and could specifically build a stage for him. Online with a hundred thousand viewers.
And their children were all little kids, more flexible bodies.
He can also provide professional guidance.
The current external training is mixed, many are not from a young age learning dance, dare to teach children.
It is said that there are indeed children who have become paralyzed because of dance.
So those who have practiced from a young age, understand the body better, and know how to protect students.
An online stage was enticing him.
Although he was young, he bore the demeanor of an elderly, seldom surfing the web.
His impression of internet celebrities was still stuck in the realm of the bizarre and the grotesque.
He always felt the internet was full of noise and attention seekers.
Yet, the idea of him having a small stage to perform on moved him deeply.
He later searched online for the Starry Sky Kindergarten, making an effort to understand the current state of the internet.
People had high praises for this kindergarten.
Going there would be an unprecedented gamble.
He would have to close his dance studio here.
He was different from others.
His dance studio was indeed profitable, especially when he coached art exam students.
A salary of 20,000 might seem a lot to others, but for him, it was nothing.
No one could bear to replace a high salary with a lower one.
Yet, because they promised him a stage, he was willing to do it.
He craved the stage.
He craved to showcase himself under the spotlight.
Even if it was a tiny glimmer, he wanted to seize this opportunity.
Shen Wei also mentioned on the phone that the internet is the best at covering up flaws.
On the internet, as long as you choose the right angle, his height disadvantage would be unnoticeable.
By then, everyone's attention would be on how well he dances.
He was already somewhat tempted, but after hearing Shen Wei's words, his slight interest transformed into full determination. He decided to finish teaching his current students and then enroll at Shen Wei's place.
His only condition was, "You promised me, you must give me a stage."
Shen Wei assured him there would be no problem.
She could even invite the public to come and watch, increasing the audience.
This was an effortless task for Shen Wei.
But it made her heart flutter once again.
Shen Wei added, "You must commit to staying here for a long time, at least a year!"
He agreed.
He then came over to sign the contract.
The atmosphere in the kindergarten was very comfortable. The sun shone on the green lawn, and not far away was a well-organized vegetable garden.
The children's outdoor castle stood there, like a kingdom from a fairy tale.
Everything made him want to dance.
But he restrained himself, after all, now was not the time.
After signing his work contract here, it was lunchtime. He went to the cafeteria and had some regrets.
The food here was just too delicious, and it's vital for a dancer to maintain a light weight.
A delicious cafeteria is simply a temptation for him.
He had been eating boiled vegetables for years. Suddenly, he had a meal of such high quality, and he ate until he was stuffed.
He felt a long-lost sense of fullness in his stomach and said to Doctor Lu, who was eating next to him, "Is the food always this good?"
Doctor Lu looked up and said, "Our food is always delicious."
Doctor Lu used to be a handsome young man, but now his face has gained some weight. With his beaming smile, he's quickly becoming the most popular male teacher in the kindergarten!
Doctor Lu was very content with his life now.
Back when he was a doctor, children would cry at the sight of him during check-ups.
Now, the children sweetly call him "Teacher Lu". Who would remember that he was once the Doctor Lu who could stop children from crying at night?
Afraid that this new colleague might not understand the situation,
Wu Feng had recited the menu for the whole week over here.
The little male colleague next to him was dumbfounded: "What should I do then?"
"I'm a dancer, I can't get fat."
Doctor Lu said, "What's the big deal about this, you can be a soft fat person. No matter how hard it is, you can't starve this mouth."
Wu Feng felt a bit regretful, but he was already on this ship of thieves, and there was nothing he could do about it now.
The food here is truly delicious.
After he finished eating, his stomach was rumbling.
As if to say: After all these years with you, I finally got to eat something delicious.
The dance teacher didn't eat any fruit after the meal, and took a sugar-free yogurt, which was his last stand.
