Every time dance teacher Zou Ming goes to the practice room, he gets goosebumps when he sees Han Sen's ghostly dance steps.

The control I have over my body is simply terrifying.

Every time he would squat in the corner and practice silently.

The identities of both parties seemed to have been swapped.

Especially when he saw Han Sen's body leaning almost 45 degrees, Zou Ming's eyes almost popped out, with a frightened expression on his face.

Wu Yu walked over, patted Zou Ming on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "Actually, Brother Sen has always been like this, just get used to it."

"Yes, yes!" Ge Qingqi also comforted: "When Yu Shaogang saw Brother Sen dance like this, he was dumbfounded. He knelt on the ground and cried excitedly!"

Wu Yu rolled his eyes.

"Yes, he calls Brother Sen the King of Dance and wants to worship Brother Sen as his teacher."

Zhong Juntao is a professional at breaking down the wall: "Unfortunately, Brother Sen taught me several times, and Mr. Yu only learned one cover."

"Wu-Tang?"

"It's just... covering up!"

Wu Yu took the initiative to do an action with a look of excitement on his face. Once was not enough, he did it a few more times and was very proud of himself.

This move made Zou Ming's brain feel as if it had been bombarded. He vaguely remembered the flowing movements that Han Sen had just done...

By contrast.

I was speechless and choked for a moment.

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