The Companion Player Doesn’t Want a Shura Field [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

The one-hour organization time passed quickly. Qi Ming returned to the practice room fifteen minutes early, waiting for the arrival of the teacher for the afternoon session.

Just as he stood still, the door was pushed open.

The person who entered was dressed in all black, wearing a black shirt and black pants, and wore a deep gray baseball cap. From Qi Ming’s perspective, he could only catch a glimpse of the man’s sharp jawline and slightly pursed lips.

Quickly withdrawing his gaze, Qi Ming’s expression remained unchanged, but his mind began to race. The CEO of Neon was clearly not simple if they managed to hire this man.

Jiang Yunze, the “Dance Heart” of Rainbow Soul (RS) and the resident choreographer for the largest entertainment company in South Korea, almost never made public appearances. Photos of him online were few and far between; only his name frequently appeared on program credits and social media.

The reason Qi Ming recognized him was due to an accidental encounter. A week ago, a popular male idol under RS was filming a new music video and chose their university as a location.

The back hills of D University featured a very famous cherry blossom forest where people from outside the school often came to take photos.

During that MV shoot, Jiang Yunze had come along. However, he did not follow the company team; he came alone.

Qi Ming did not particularly want to recall what happened next, as he rarely experienced moments of embarrassment.

Being his first time at D University, Jiang Yunze naturally did not know the location of the cherry blossom forest. He randomly grabbed a student nearby to ask for directions.

That lucky student was Qi Ming.

He should have declined. Given Qi Ming’s lack of direction, he had no idea where this supposedly famous forest actually was. Aside from the dormitory, cafeteria, library, and teaching buildings, Qi Ming basically never went anywhere else.

However, he did not refuse. He braved it and led the way because Jiang Yunze looked incredibly fierce!

His eyebrows were thick and low-set, and beneath thin eyelids were a pair of sharp, dark pupils that occupied only two-thirds of the whites of his eyes. His expression was lethargic, yet his gaze remained piercing, looking at Qi Ming like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

Coupled with the line, “Tell me, where is the cherry blossom forest?” delivered in a voice as rough as sandpaper, Qi Ming felt that if this man held a knife to his throat, it would not feel out of place at all.

The final result was predictable: Qi Ming led the man in circles around the back hills until they were lost. By the time they found the small forest, the MV filming was already finished.

Qi Ming felt extremely guilty about it.

But Jiang Yunze only glanced at him quietly and said it was fine, explaining that he did not actually have work that day and was just there as a spectator.

Later, he even proactively treated Qi Ming to dinner as a thank-you. During the meal, Jiang Yunze accidentally revealed his identity.

Upon hearing this, Qi Ming showed a look of surprise and felt a bit lost. He did not even know about RS Agency, let alone the rarely seen Jiang Yunze. After returning home, he specifically looked the man up online and finally understood just how powerful his identity was.

He wondered if Jiang Yunze still remembered him.

At that moment, Qi Ming met those familiar “sanpaku” eyes, which were still fierce.

But he was no longer afraid.

This guy actually just lacked experience communicating with people and did not know how to organize his language. Combined with his naturally fierce appearance, it created a terrifying misconception.

Jiang Yunze was actually a delicate thinker, which was why he could choreograph those dances. Like a weaver of emotions, every movement was like a silk thread pulling at the audience’s heartstrings.

“Brother Jiang, do you remember me?”

Embarrassment was one thing, but Qi Ming was not one to run away. He proactively raised his hand and gave a greeting.

The man paused, pressed his cap down to hide his eyes, and gave a soft “Mm.”

Jiang Yunze had not forgotten their first meeting. When the youth looked into his eyes, his eyelashes had fluttered for a split second.

He knew he looked fierce.

After a while, seeing that Qi Ming had stopped talking, Jiang Yunze added, “I have always remembered you, Qi Ming.”

“Ah, Brother Jiang must remember me because I led you in circles around the back hills several times, right?”

Tucking his hands behind his back, Qi Ming teased him with a smile, feeling no sense of distance despite their different statuses.

Staring at the light patches on the wooden floor of the practice room, Jiang Yunze quickly responded, “No. I said before, I did not have work that day.”

So, he did not mean to blame him. Otherwise, he would not have come here.

“But I still feel very embarrassed!”

Jiang Yunze spoke so seriously that Qi Ming did not know how to respond; anything he said felt like he was bullying a senior.

It seemed Jiang Yunze wanted to say something more. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by the creak of the door opening. The other three had arrived at the practice room on time.

Without unnecessary chatter, Jiang Yunze briefly explained the rules of his class and began the first dance lesson.

First was the basic warm-up. Although these were simple movements and rhythm exercises, Jiang Yunze explained them very carefully. Proper warming up increases the temperature of muscles, joints, and ligaments, enhancing elasticity and flexibility while significantly reducing the risk of strains or sprains.

For trainees, their bodies are their capital. Countless people have been forced to end their dreams due to permanent injuries. Years of hard work and tears would go to waste.

After finishing the warm-up, Jiang Yunze said only one sentence, “Remember, nothing is more important than health.”

He did not want to see anyone pushing themselves too hard, because he had once been that person who pushed too hard.

Initially, Cui Yuxuan did not have high expectations for the training resources of this small company. When he saw Jiang Yunze, he did not recognize him, thinking he was just an ordinary dance teacher. Furthermore, Jiang Yunze skipped the self-introduction entirely.

He did not act like teachers in other companies who first flaunted their senior status and boasted about their achievements to make the young trainees feel awe or admiration.

The senior-junior culture in South Korea is strictly hierarchical and restrictive, serving as a double-edged sword for trainees. If they encountered an unkind teacher, they would suffer a lot of unnecessary hardship.

To Cui Yuxuan’s relief, the dance teacher the company arranged did not seem like a show-off. He did not like wasting words, and his personality suited Cui Yuxuan’s temperament. So, he restrained himself and did not treat Jiang Yunze the way he treated Yin Zhao.

However, what Cui Yuxuan found strange was that the teacher always went to correct Qi Ming’s movements individually. It was not because his performance was poor. Qi Ming’s dance foundation was already considered the best among the four. Just look at Bian He next to them, who could trip over himself doing a basic move!

But the person in question did not find it strange.

On the contrary, Qi Ming was very grateful that Jiang Yunze came to guide him personally. Moreover, the man’s movements were very measured; aside from correcting positions, there was no hint of anything inappropriate.

Compared to singing, Qi Ming was not as skilled in dancing and needed to spend more energy to make up for it. In school, he mainly danced modern dance.

Having started with no foundation at all, Qi Ming had learned from scratch back then. For him, this was not just playing a game character; it was a valuable learning opportunity. Qi Ming always seized every chance to improve himself. These would become the assets he possessed in the future; appearance alone was far from enough.

Like a specialized sponge, he frantically absorbed every drop of nourishment, constantly expanding and growing.

Modern dance in school emphasized personal emotional expression and natural body movement. The freedom of movement was high, without fixed standard patterns, showcasing personal uniqueness.

However, the movements Qi Ming was learning now required much more precision in gestures, posture, and the range of motion. The sense of rhythm and power was stronger, and it required a massive amount of mechanical repetition.

After only an hour and a half, Qi Ming felt his arms were as heavy as lead. Every time he raised his hand, he had to use more strength than before. No matter how strong his physical constitution was, he could not handle the repetition of thousands of exercises. At this moment, Qi Ming had to start admiring Jin Youxing.

Unlike their gradually slowing movements, this curly-haired little guy seemed to get more energetic the more he danced. Like a wind-up toy poodle, he kept hopping and bouncing, his eyes always bright as if washed in water.

Sweat had long ago soaked Jin Youxing’s short sleeves, but he did not care. His chest was filled with the cotton of joy.

Jin Youxing had never expected that Senior Jiang Yunze would become their dance teacher. He had once seen him at a street dance competition. It was a private competition where Jiang Yunze was a judge. Several contestants who Jin Youxing thought were very strong were given very average scores by Senior Jiang.

No one understood Jiang Yunze’s scoring standards. It was not until Jin Youxing took the stage that he gave a perfect score. At that time, Jin Youxing was only thirteen years old, the youngest contestant in the field, and was not taken seriously by others at all.

Even now, he remembered the words Jiang Yunze said after giving him the score, “I can feel your passion.”

Jin Youxing loved dancing from the bottom of his heart and also longed for a stage of his own.

Stopping his arm-swinging motion, he tilted his head to look in Qi Ming’s direction. Like his own, the other’s white short sleeves were soaked with sweat. It was like a layer of grayish-white film clinging tightly to the youth’s abdomen, carrying an indescribable sense of intimacy, turning into distinct pieces of white jade carvings.

As Qi Ming raised his arms, the hem of the short sleeves was pulled upward, revealing a section of lean and powerful waist. After being moistened by sweat, it was covered in a layer of water film, looking sparkling.

Jin Youxing’s excellent eyesight allowed him to see a drop of sweat winding down the groove of Qi Ming’s mermaid line and disappearing into the waistband. Disappearing at that place.

In an instant, it was as if a spark had scorched his eyeballs.

Jin Youxing’s brain, which was originally filled with the joy of dancing, was suddenly flooded with large patches of panic. He felt he should not have looked; now he would never be able to forget it.

Like the first time he danced a step wrong at six years old and was severely criticized by his teacher, Jin Youxing placed his hands by his pant legs, not knowing what to do.

As a result, before he could look away, he was caught on the spot by those emerald-green eyes. His heart felt uneasy, and Jin Youxing held his breath.

Did he notice the offense? Would he show a look of disappointment?

Thinking this, Jin Youxing suddenly saw Qi Ming’s eyes crinkle as he mouthed a phrase, “You dance really well.”

The breath he was holding suddenly hit his alveoli, making a pop sound in his ears.

He smiled and stuck out a small section of his tongue at Qi Ming, blinked to show his thanks, and awkwardly turned his head away to continue his movements. In his heart, he thought, “Now, I want to stand on the stage with him.”

This scene was caught by Cui Yuxuan. Sweat rolled into the corner of his eye, bringing an unbearable sourness and pain.

Is it because I am not dancing well enough? For the first time, he felt this kind of loss.

His fingertips could not help but dig into his palm, but Cui Yuxuan could hardly feel the pain. The soreness and numbness in his limbs had long overshadowed this insignificant pain. He was like a puppet who had lost his soul, moving only mechanically.

But Cui Yuxuan was also a lucky puppet. Because someone grasped his fingertips that were sinking into his flesh, their voice as gentle as a March spring breeze.

“The teacher said we should practice in pairs. Xiao Xuan, do you want to be in a group with me? It is just that I do not dance very…”

“I want to!” Before Qi Ming could finish his sentence, Cui Yuxuan gripped the other’s palm, which was a size larger than his own, and spoke several extremely standard syllables.

The sweat on their palms mingled stickily together. Cui Yuxuan tightened his fingertips, not wanting Qi Ming’s hand to slip away.

“Brother dances very well. Please teach me.”

This was shouted so loudly that it echoed in the practice room, startling everyone else.

“Pfft!” Amused by Cui Yuxuan’s sonorous voice, which was comparable to a military shout, Qi Ming reached out his other free hand and rubbed the youth’s buzzed hair, squinting his eyes with happiness.

“Since Xiao Xuan is so sincere, then Brother will reluctantly teach you.”

“Thank you, Brother! I will work hard!”

That originally prickly short hair seemed to have been softened as well, tickling his palm.

“This kind of spirit is more like it; it would not be good if it affected practice,” Qi Ming thought.