Peninsula: I can steal the luck of disgraced celebrities

Lin Zhixun felt he was innocent.

He didn't realize his dancing was so bad.

In his past life, he was an expert at doing national middle school broadcast gymnastics.

The teacher made him stand at the very back.

As is well known, in martial arts novels, those who bring up the rear are always the strongest.

At this time.

Ham Eun-jung raised her hand, very casually, and poked the ceiling with her finger.

"Let me teach the representative of the entire base pillar."

Lin Chih-hsun looked at this cool-looking idol with some surprise.

I don't know her, so why would she offer to teach me?

Quan Jizhu also turned to look at her.

Ham Eun-jung pulled her raised hand back and put it in her pocket:

"In T-ara, I taught Boram and Qri to dance, so I have some teaching experience."

"Lin Chih-hsun just has a poor sense of rhythm and his movements are a beat slower. He can catch up by practicing for an extra half hour every day."

Jeon Ki-joo pondered for a moment, his gaze lingering on Ham Eun-jung's open and honest face for two seconds before glancing at Lim Ji-hoon.

Finally said:

"Granted. You can practice extra after your daily rehearsal, and report your progress to me separately."

Then, Quan Jizhu turned to Lin Zhixun and asked:

"No objections, right?"

No objections.

He was so grateful that others kindly took the time to help him practice dancing, he had no complaints at all.

Quan Jizhu closed the roster and looked at Ham Eun-jung through his glasses.

"Just teach them casually enough to handle the filming; they don't need to be too professional."

"There's no need to train him to be the eighth member of T-ara."

Everyone laughed at this remark.

After the dance assessment ended, everyone dispersed.

Some are eating, some are playing games.

Before leaving, Lee Ji-eun seemed to want to say something but hesitated, and ultimately said nothing.

At last.

Only Lim Ji-hoon and Ham Eun-jung remained.

Why did you stay and help me practice dancing?

As soon as everyone dispersed, Lin Zhixun asked directly.

Ham Eun-jung smiled and asked in return:

Why did you help the crew members?

Value for doing good deeds.

Of course, this cannot be said.

Lim Chih-hsun lied and said, "I'd like to."

"Then I have the same answer," Ham Eun-jung said with a sweet smile.

"Alright, enough talk," Ham Eun-jung clapped her hands, signaling Lim Ji-hoon to start practicing dance. "The sooner we start, the sooner we finish. I haven't had dinner yet."

"...Didn't you just drink several bottles of banana milk?"

Lin Zhixun still remembered that during the study session just now, Ham Eun-jung was secretly drinking a beverage.

Others either sit upright and proper, or, like Lin Chih-hsun, are lost in thought.

She was the only one who stole the food.

"That's an appetizer," Ham Eun-jung explained.

Lin Zhixun sighed softly, "Then how about I treat you to dinner after the dance practice, as tuition fee?"

Ham Eun-jung did not agree after hearing this.

Instead, he patted Lin Chih-hsun on the shoulder in a manner reminiscent of a boy.

"Haha, no need then, I don't want to have any rumors with you."

Okay then, that saves me the cost of a meal.

Lin Zhixun originally intended to treat everyone, but Ham Eunjung said this.

His mind raced, and he smiled:

I meant I'd treat you to the crew's boxed lunch.

"Um?"

Ham Eun-jung patted Lim Ji-hoon's shoulder forcefully this time.

But I wasn't really angry.

"You need to pay for the crew's meals too?! Isn't that free?"

"I charge you for running errands, but I'll waive it for you; isn't that treating you to a meal?"

Ham Eun-jung: "..."

Ham Eun-jung felt that Lim Ji-hoon was a man with a special kind of magic.

He always manages to steer the conversation completely off-topic, making you forget what you were originally talking about.

But they had a very enjoyable conversation.

When her stomach started growling with hunger, Ham Eun-jung finally remembered why the two of them had stayed.

By this time, half an hour had passed, and the two still hadn't started practicing their dance.

Ham Eun-jung glared angrily at Lim Ji-hoon.

Then I turned the stereo back on in the corner of the rehearsal room and picked an etude with clear drumbeats.

The bass came up from the floor, making the soles of Lin Chih-hsun's canvas shoes tingle slightly.

"Don't rush to jump."

Ham Eun-jung took off her coat and threw it on the folding chair next to her. She walked up to him and stood there with her hands behind her back.

Do you know why you're always a step behind?

"Because the main character always appears last."

Ham Eun-jung's face darkened upon hearing this answer.

If she replies, we could probably veer off-topic and chat for another half hour.

Ham Eun-jung ignored Lim Ji-hoon's words and instead pointed a finger at his shoulder.

What are you thinking about when you dance?

Lim Ji-hoon thought for a moment:

"Thinking about what to do next."

"This is it."

Ham Eun-jung withdrew her finger, her tone suddenly becoming very firm.

"You're not listening to music, you're waiting for the action."

"You treat dance as a set of procedures to be followed."

"Raise your hand on the first beat, turn around on the second beat, and kick your leg on the third beat."

"But music isn't like your mom calling you to eat; music is like your legs are already moving, but your brain is still lagging behind trying to catch up."

She took two steps back and stood facing him.

"Now, close your eyes."

"Don't count the beats, don't think about what the next move will be."

"Just listen to the drum. The drum is the most honest thing; it won't lie to you."

"Your body started moving as soon as you heard the 'thud,' not after you heard it. Do you understand?"

Lin Zhixun closed his eyes.

The drumbeats, like a heartbeat, drilled from the floor into the soles of his feet, and his knees twitched slightly, about a quarter of a beat slower.

"Almost there, let's try again."

"You don't need your eyes to see; your body is faster than your brain."

Lin Chih-hsun's shoulders began to sway gently to the rhythm, with a very small amplitude, but this time the swaying did not occur after the drumbeat, but at the same time as the drumbeat.

Ham Eun-jung's voice came through the drumbeats, carrying a hint of a smile:

"Yes, that's it."

"Now take half a step forward with your right foot."

"Don't think, just take the step!"

"That half-second you were thinking just now was the half-beat that was too slow."

Lin Chih-hsun stepped out, and the drumbeat landed precisely on the heavy beat.

"I stepped on it!"

Ham Eun-jung clapped her hands, raising her voice by half an octave.

"You just stepped on it! Did you feel it?"

Lin Zhixun opened his eyes.

Ham Eun-jung gave him a thumbs-up in the mirror, then bent down and took out two bottles of mineral water from her bag on the ground.

He unscrewed one bottle and took a big gulp, then threw the other bottle at him from a distance.

He reached out and caught it, the coolness of the water bottle spreading through his palm, and only then did he realize that a thin layer of sweat had formed on his forehead.

"How was it? My teaching skills were pretty good, weren't they!"

Ham Eun-jung screwed on the bottle cap and pointed at him with the bottle.

Lim Ji-hoon's gaze followed the bottle to Ham Eun-jung, and he smiled:

"Teacher, I think I've completed my apprenticeship!"

"Who's the dance leader of your girl group T-ara? I want to challenge her!"

"To be the eighth member of your girl group T-ara."

Ham Eun-jung looked annoyed.

Enraged, he threw the empty mineral water bottle in his hand at Lin Zhixun.

"You'd better defeat me, the lead dancer, before you talk such big words."

"Today you're going to practice until you can hear the drumbeats clearly. If you can't, you're not going back to sleep!"

"Master, are you jealous of my dancing talent and trying to stifle this genius?"

"Shut up, I'm not your master!"