Starting with Hyuga, traversing countless heavens

"Alright, I need a male dancer dressed as a woman. Would you be willing? If so, I'll introduce you to one immediately."

Ning Que readily agreed, his teeth seemingly grinding to powder. He never imagined that in his lifetime he would have to dress as a woman.

Jian Xiaocao suppressed a laugh and began to do Ning Que's makeup. Ning Que clenched his fists but dared not retaliate.

Jian Xiaocao lifted Ning Que's face and said, "What a pretty young lady."

Jian Dajia tapped Jian Xiaocao on the head, "Don't be naughty. Ning Que, give me an address and I'll contact the academy right away."

Ning Que was somewhat surprised; the influence of Master Jian within the academy was unexpectedly great.

"Tea!"

Hades Acha is strolling around the Divine World. Besides the sunshine and grasslands, there are other different worlds to see, and Acha is having a great time.

"Oh, you scumbag, you've finally remembered me, this weak woman?"

"A weak woman? A weak woman who uprooted a willow tree?"

"I don't."

"Would you be interested in adopting a daughter?"

"Oh?"

"In one world, there is a person known as the Son of Hades."

"Haha, I'll accept this relationship."

Acha leaped onto Hinata Hoshino's back, patted him on the back, and exclaimed, "Giddy up!"

Hinata Hoshino put his hand behind his back and asked, "Have you been eating too well lately?"

"Don't you like S-shaped figures?"

Hinata Hoshino Kurokuma rubbed against a tree, "At most, it's a lowercase 'b'."

Jian Dajia kept his promise, pulling Li Manman along and escorting Mr. Wang Chi, the Eleventh Master, to treat Sang Sang. However, Ning Que, the top performer, was destined to become famous overnight.

Ning Que took the stage to perform, initially hesitant and awkward, before Hinata Hoshino came on stage to play music.

"Why are you here?"

"Temporary musicians, then temporary photographers. Come on, let's dance the Zhezhi dance."

"I won't!"

"You don't need to know how, I'll help you!"

Hinata Hoshino raised an eyebrow at Ning Que, who suddenly realized he couldn't control his body.

Ning Que: I control the numbers, I don't snipe, I'm proactive.

Ning Que only had his left toes touching the ground, spinning wildly like a top, while Hyuga Hoshino still held the pipa in his hand, the strings exploding.

The melody was frighteningly fast, and Ning Que felt like his waist was about to break. A group of young men in the audience looked at Ning Que, who had a slender waist and bright eyes and white teeth, and began to drool.

Hinata Hoshino laughed heartily, really looking forward to seeing their expressions when Ning Que is actually a man.

Suddenly, Hinata Hoshino's expression stiffened. Perhaps they would be even more excited. This world is a fictional world, but it is also set in ancient times, close to the Tang Dynasty. It seems quite common for these tough guys to keep male prostitutes. What a miscalculation.

The fun hadn't expanded, so they had to make up for it by targeting Ning Que. Come on, old Que, dance even faster.

At first, Ning Que could be considered a butterfly flitting among flowers, but now he can only be described as a human spinning top.

Her clothes fluttered in the wind, and her makeup was exquisite, which made Jian Xiaocao, who knew the inside story, somewhat envious.

Yan Se looked at the dancers on the stage. Some of them looked familiar. Upon closer inspection, she realized, "Oh my, isn't that Ning Que? The conditions that Master Jian offered are quite interesting."

Yan Se clapped wildly, attracting Ning Que's attention. What a disrespectful old man!

Hinata Hoshino chuckled, her pipa playing faster, and a small drum appeared beneath her feet, which she used as drumsticks to begin playing accompaniment.

"it is good!"

"reward!"

"quick!"

"Dance faster!"

Jane looked a little strange. Is this the kind of thing people like now? They used to prefer elegant dances.

After the song ended, 19 years had passed since his death. In the spring of that year, a chill ran through his body.

Ning Que is 19 years old this year. Counting from that, this year is the 19th year since Ning Que died suddenly in his previous life.

Ning Que was panting heavily when people below the stage started throwing copper coins and silver fragments at him.

Ning Que felt more tired than ever before, physically tired and mentally tired. He suddenly understood that the guy who traded steel wool for wealth and glory was truly a dance that no human could perform.

Hinata Hoshino spoke up, "Everyone, everyone, our Miss Qu can dance again. I wonder if any of you would be interested in watching her dance again?"

"Of course, if we lack girls who are willing to continue, we have quite a bit of wealth."

"Yep!"

"That's right, I'd like to see it too, money's no object!"

Yan Se's voice was mixed in, making Ning Que blush even more. Being seen in women's clothing by an acquaintance and then being teased was something no one could easily tolerate.

Ning Que was about to speak when he realized he had lost the ability to do so. He could only hope that Sang Sang could be cured, otherwise he would suffer terribly.

Ning Que, now wearing a clip, makes his appearance, winking at Yan Se, "I just turned nineteen~, my stamina isn't great!"

Yan Se felt a little nauseous, but then she thought that Ning Que might be controlled by Hyuga Hoshino, and felt a little pity in addition to feeling disgusted.

Hinata Hoshino's voice rang out from below the stage, transmitted via a different point.

Why is your physical strength lacking?

"Because I just turned nineteen!"

Yan Se found it disgusting, but others who were unaware of the truth were surprisingly receptive to it.

"reward!"

"reward!"

"A family heirloom! It's given to me!"

I'd give you my life!

Jian Xiaocao looked at it with an expression of having learned something. If this continues, it will be equivalent to half a month's income. No wonder she is a girl in need.

Ning Que's body continued to dance uncontrollably. Hyuga Hoshino threw two swords at him, which Ning Que caught.

Gongsun Jianwu was agile and graceful, her movements exquisite yet brimming with killing intent.

Hinata Hoshino switched from the pipa to the guzheng, and began with a commanding tone full of murderous intent.

Jian's initial excitement subsided; this was indeed a highly skilled swordsmanship, and Ning Que also sensed the profound swordsmanship contained within this sword dance.

Hinata Hoshino smiled. "Look, we made her dress up as a woman, dance, and flirt with us, and she still has to thank us."

"color!"

"color!"

"reward!"

After one dance, Ning Que was already a little unsteady on his feet. I really don't know how these dancers managed to keep going.

However, Ning Que didn't consider that none of these dancers knew how to perform the Zhezhi dance or the sword dance; they were just ordinary spinning and twisting their waists, with only moderate physical activity.

Ning Que looked at the division of assets, his lips twitching. Two hundred taels, exactly all the money he had when he rented the shop. And their tips were close to a thousand taels.

"No need to think about it anymore, go see your little black girl."

Ning Que seemed to wake from a dream and ran back to Chao Xiaoshu's house. Wang Chi used acupuncture to stimulate Sang Sang to wake up, but Sang Sang remained unconscious, though her pulse was still strangely weak.

Wang Chi was somewhat bewildered; there was no mention of this situation in medical books.

"Brother Chao!"

"Boss Ning, this is Wang Chi, the eleventh teacher of the academy, who is treating Sang Sang."

"Mr. Eleven."

Ning Que bowed, but Wang Chi still frowned. "Her pulse is really strange. You should have consulted a doctor before, right? Didn't they say the same thing?"

Ning Que nodded, and Wang Chi continued, "Logically speaking, no matter how serious the illness, stimulating these acupoints should make a person wake up, but she didn't react at all, I don't know why."

"That's because she's special."

When Hinata Hoshino arrived, Wang Chi bowed and said, "Greetings, sir."

"No gift."

"You mean, Sangsang will never wake up again?"

"It's not that bad, just a slap. But you should be prepared, my consultation fees are very high."

Ning Que's face darkened. He suddenly understood why he still had this thing called "division of power".

"Is it two hundred taels?"

"You're wrong. You only think so. It's two hundred and one copper coin."

"Here you go, to save people!"

"Cheng Hui, here's your invoice."

Hinata Hoshino gave Ning Que an invoice, and Ning Que's mouth twitched as he looked at the invoice.

Time: Year 19 of the Missing History

What an absurd way of counting time, even though he is indeed nineteen years old this year.

Sangsang was having a dream. In her dream, she grew taller, became fairer, and had a better figure. However, she turned Ning Que from a Q to an O, a rather cruel act.

The dream kept changing, and Sangsang couldn't remember anything else she dreamed about. She only remembered that something suddenly appeared in her hand—the compass that Hyuga Hoshino had given her.

The light shone brightly, shattering the dream before my eyes, plunging me into darkness.

Haotian gritted his teeth. This bastard is really in the way!

Hinata Hoshino patted Sangsang on the head, and Sangsang woke up immediately.