Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, starting with the strategy of 95 flowers to counterattack

Chapter 237 Why Spank Me If I Can't Jump Well?

Gu Yang leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, his black training uniform outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his expression a half-smile.

Yang Chaoyue sat up with a jolt, her phone falling to the ground with a thud: "Gu... Boss Gu?! Aren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?"

? ? ? ? ?

He should have been back yesterday!

How could this girl remember that she'd be back tomorrow...?

Is there absolutely no respect left for him?

"You must have been so engrossed in your dance practice that you got the time wrong, right?" Gu Yang strolled in slowly. "What a coincidence, I didn't expect to run into someone trying to get in through the back door?"

Yang Chaoyue immediately put on a fawning smile: "How could that be! I'm just motivating myself!"

She scrambled to her feet, exclaiming, "Look how sweaty I am! That's how hard I practiced!"

Gu Yang glanced at her dry forehead: "Where's the sweat?"

It evaporated.

Zhang Yifan's shoulders trembled as he tried to suppress his laughter.

Gu Yang picked up the tablet from the ground and glanced at the choreography video: "Is this the third performance of 'Produce 101'? Perfect, I'll teach you."

Yang Chaoyue's eyes widened: "You'll teach me personally? Do you even know how?"

"..." Gu Yang almost choked on his words. "Yang Chaoyue, have you forgotten that I'm a dance instructor?!"

"Isn't it just a nominal position? Boss, you're really taking it seriously?"

"..."

Gu Yang was originally quite tired and planned to come over, wander around for a bit, and then go back to sleep.

Now, he doesn't feel sleepy anymore!

Feeling completely drained, he decided to properly fulfill his duties as a mentor.

"let's start……"

……

three hours later
The lights in the practice room cast a long shadow of Yang Chaoyue. She slumped on the floor, beads of sweat sliding down her face and leaving a small water stain on the floor.

“Get up,” Gu Yang stood in front of her, looking down at her, “Do it a few more times.”

Yang Chaoyue let out a wail and rolled over like a salted fish: "Boss, I really can't take it anymore. This is the tenth time!"

Gu Yang glanced at his watch: "We've only practiced for three hours."

"Three hours?!" Yang Chaoyue's eyes widened. "That's more than several days' worth of my usual time!"

"???"

You, Yang Chaoyue, you didn't learn to dance at Produce Camp, but you've certainly mastered the art of slacking off!
Gu Yang felt that he hadn't been paying enough attention to his artists lately!
Zhang Yifan stood to the side, holding a tablet, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Gu Yang glanced at her and said, "You should go back and rest. I'll take care of things here."

Zhang Yifan felt like he had been granted a pardon, and before leaving, he gave Yang Chaoyue a look that said, "May you have good luck."

Yang Chaoyue: "."

traitor!

The music started again, and Yang Chaoyue reluctantly stood up and began to dance to the rhythm.

“Raise your hand a little higher,” Gu Yang frowned, “I’m not asking you to tickle me.”

Yang Chaoyue pursed her lips and reluctantly raised her head a little.

"Pay attention to your center of gravity when you turn around," Gu Yang walked behind her and put his hands on her waist. "Use the strength here, not your neck."

His palms were warm, and Yang Chaoyue could clearly feel the pressure of his fingertips through the thin training clothes.

She froze, her movements instantly becoming chaotic.

"Focus," Gu Yang's voice rang in my ears, "Don't get distracted."

Yang Chaoyue's ears burned, and she mentally ranted.

How can I not be distracted when you're so close?!
But she didn't dare say it aloud, so she could only grit her teeth and continue dancing.

After practicing several more times, Yang Chaoyue was panting heavily. While Gu Yang was adjusting the music, she collapsed on the ground and muttered to herself.

"Why act so professional? We're not professional dancers, why pretend like this?"

She got more and more excited as she spoke: "My dancing is just so-so, and you're only teaching me because you're handsome!"

"You'd be better off spending more time with your women. Are you even capable of managing all that? You scumbag...!"

"What did you say about me?"

"That scumbag..."

Yang Chaoyue froze, then slowly turned around.

Gu Yang stood behind her, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. "Boss, boss," she chuckled dryly, "I didn't say anything."

Gu Yang narrowed his eyes: "Say it again?"

"."

Yang Chaoyue shrank her neck, about to make a fuss, when she suddenly felt a slap on her buttocks.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound was particularly noticeable in the empty practice room.

Yang Chaoyue was completely stunned.

She covered her buttocks, her face instantly turning bright red, like a boiled shrimp: "Why...why did you hit me?!"

Gu Yang was also a little embarrassed, mainly because he had been angry earlier.

Seeing that the girl had a nice perky butt, I casually patted it.

But he didn't show it on his face: "Who told you not to dance properly?"

"I didn't dance badly at all!" Yang Chaoyue exclaimed, both embarrassed and angry. "I was clearly very serious!"

"Serious?" Gu Yang sneered. "Who just said I was putting on an act?"

"."

Yang Chaoyue looked away guiltily, but quickly regained her composure: "You can't spank me! I'm not a child!"

Gu Yang raised an eyebrow: "Then what do you suggest we do?"

Yang Chaoyue was speechless for a moment, then suddenly a thought struck her: "You have to make it up to me!"

"compensate?"

"Yes!" Her eyes lit up. "For example, treat me to a meal! Or give me a day off!"

Looking into her bright eyes, Gu Yang suddenly smiled and said, "Okay."

Before Yang Chaoyue could even feel happy, he added, "After you finish the last round and pass, you'll be allowed to rest."

"."

This man is inhuman! He touched my butt and still wants to keep practicing!

During the following practice sessions, Yang Chaoyue's mind was completely elsewhere from the dance.

She secretly glanced at Gu Yang, her mind filled with the sensation of that slap from earlier.

It's a little embarrassing, but I don't think I dislike it?

It's quite comfortable...

The moment the thought popped into her head, she was startled.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Gu Yang tapped her forehead. "Continue."

Yang Chaoyue came to her senses and suddenly had a bold idea.

If I don't jump well again, will he hit me again?
This thought made her heart race, so she deliberately made her movements crooked and awkward.

Gu Yang frowned: "You're walking with the same steps again."

Yang Chaoyue feigned ignorance: "Huh? No! Didn't I dance very well?"

"Boss, are you getting old and your eyesight is failing?"

"???"

"Snapped!"

"Ouch..."

"Is your eye good?"

"Oh no! Are they not even letting people tell the truth anymore?"

"Snapped!"

"I'd rather die than surrender! Go ahead and hit me a few more times if you dare!"

Gu Yang sighed, feeling utterly exhausted.
Yang Chaoyue closed her eyes, feeling both expectant and nervous.

However, Gu Yang stopped playing.

She opened her eyes and found that Gu Yang had only lightly flicked her forehead.

"If you're tired, take a rest," he said helplessly. "We can practice again tomorrow."

Yang Chaoyue immediately deflated: "Oh."

She was a little disappointed, but too embarrassed to say it, so she could only dejectedly follow Gu Yang out of the practice room.

(End of this chapter)