Chapter 3 Teng Yi! Teng Yi! Teng Yi!
"Teng Yi! Teng Yi! Teng Yi!"
There were five people on stage, yet the audience chanted the same name in unison. Ruan Yu guessed that Teng Yi must be the man with dreadlocks standing in the center. Since ancient times, the most popular always took the center spot—an unwritten rule.
No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than the five on stage rearranged their positions. Teng Yi stepped back from the center to the rear. Even at the back, his presence was undeniable, impossible to ignore.
"Ruan Ruan, look, the one on the far right—that's Zhou Xihe, the guy I mentioned in the dorm yesterday afternoon," Jian Xiangxiang said, pointing at the boy on the far right.
"I wasn't in the dorm yesterday afternoon."
"Huh?" Jian Xiangxiang froze.
Realizing she had made things awkward, Ruan Yu quickly changed the subject. "They're all dressed the same and wearing masks. How can you tell who's who?"
"Oh, that? Look at their clothes." Jian Xiangxiang tugged at Ruan Yu's sleeve, gesturing toward the hem. "See the hem? Their initials are embroidered there. Teng Yi—T, Xiao Qing—X, Zhou Xihe—Z, Lin Shan—L, Cai Hong—C."
Ruan Yu glanced over. Sure enough, the five had letters on their hoodie hems, but they were too far away, and their dance moves too fast, making it impossible to see clearly.
"You know all of them?" she asked.
"You don't?"
"Why would I?"
"They're the five legends of the West Street Dance Club. The whole school knows them."
Ruan Yu pressed her lips together, wondering when she had been excluded from "the whole school."
"Actually," Jian Xiangxiang whispered, blushing as she leaned closer, "I know a little more than others because... Zhou Xihe is my boyfriend."
"Since when—"
"Shh, keep it low-key." Jian Xiangxiang giggled, cutting her off. "Let's watch the performance first. I'll tell you the details later."
Ruan Yu nodded and turned her attention back to the stage.
The dance had reached its climax. The rhythm shifted from rapid like a downpour to gentle as a breeze, yet the boys moved effortlessly. Their precise timing and synchronized movements created a visually stunning impact—one rooted in youth and vitality.
In the latter half of the performance, Teng Yi stepped forward for a Breaking solo. His rapid hand-supported movements and gravity-defying freezes left the audience dazzled.
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The auditorium erupted in screams, the atmosphere electric.
Breaking was typically a highly individualistic and technical street dance style, but Teng Yi executed it flawlessly. His moves complemented the group's choreography without veering into showboating.
Perhaps due to the intensity of his movements, the elastic strap of his mask suddenly snapped during a one-handed freeze. With a sharp "whoosh," the mask flew off, landing far away.
Under the stage lights, the boy's handsome face glistened with sweat, a mesmerizing sight.
The auditorium fell silent for a second before exploding into even wilder cheers and screams.
"Teng Yi! Teng Yi! Teng Yi!"
Seizing the moment, Teng Yi flashed a playful wink toward the school officials in the front row.
So roguish, so cheeky.
Ruan Yu was momentarily blinded by that smile, her breath hitching.
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