Peninsula: These female celebrities are all so neurotic.

Chapter 94 Dance needs a soul, but I don't have one.

All the lights in the living room were on.

Liu Zimu stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, facing his reflection in the glass, and struck a starting pose.

He had just been learning a dance from a video on TV for twenty minutes. His mind said he understood, but his body said no, he couldn't do it.

The person in the reflection looks like a drunken goose, flapping its wings and completely disoriented.

"Who choreographed this 'Gee'?" He stopped to catch his breath. "I'm going to block them."

He stood for a while, supporting his back, and then opened Bae Joo-hyun's dance video of "Really Bad Boy".

The movements weren't extremely complex, but his body was like a printer without a driver, with each instruction taking half a second to execute.

"Didn't Brother Tongzi say he'd give me five years of trainee experience?" he muttered to himself. "Does he expect me to activate it myself?"

The system ignored him.

He simply sat down, cross-legged on the floor, leaning back against the sofa, and took out his phone to watch some videos.

Actually, he didn't dance badly, after all, the reward couldn't be faked, the main problem was that he felt awkward!

My phone suddenly vibrated.

Park Chae-young's profile picture was flashing; it was a video call.

After the call connected, the screen shook for a moment, and then Park Chae-young's face filled the entire screen.

Her hair was a little wet, with golden strands clinging to her cheeks. She was wearing a large white T-shirt with a neckline that revealed a lot of her fair skin.

The background is her dormitory room, with the bedside lamp on, casting a dim, yellowish light.

Her voice was soft and weak: "Oppa."

Liu Zimu leaned her phone against the tissue box on the coffee table, then leaned back on the sofa, her voice a little hoarse: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to see what you were doing." She raised her phone higher, nestled into the bed, and rested her chin on the pillow. "Why is the floor over there?"

"I'm sitting on the carpet in the living room," Liu Zimu said, rubbing his neck.

"Why are you sitting here?"

"I'm tired, I just practiced dancing for a while."

Park Chaeyoung's mouth gaped open, big enough to fit an egg: "You? Can dance?"

"Tch, Park Chaeyoung, who do you think you are?" Liu Zimu retorted irritably.

Park Chae-young stared at the screen for two seconds, then said with great interest, "You're definitely lying. Show me how you do it."

"Don't jump."

"Jump! Jump!" She rolled halfway on the pillow, her blonde hair scattering all over it. "Just a short clip, I want to see it."

"I heard that your group's song battle was also canceled?" Liu Zimu shifted his body, changing his cross-legged position to a more comfortable one.

Park Chaeyoung's smile froze for a moment, and her fingers began to twist the corner of the pillow: "Well, I've also come to terms with it. If the company can't handle it, what else can I do? I'll just wait and see."

"It's alright, this matter shouldn't be complicated, leave it to me."

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Park Chae-young sat up: "Really?"

"Really, I'm hanging up now, I need to keep practicing my dance!"

Park Chae-young immediately became excited and shouted, "Don't hang it up! Don't hang it up! I want to see it!"

"What the hell are you looking at!" Liu Zimu was about to hang up when he suddenly remembered something. "You guys have been free lately, right? Then go to the company and practice hard. I'll come to your company to see you in a few days; I have something to discuss."

Park Chae-young became excited: "What is it?"

"You'll find out then." He stood up, took a sip of water, and said, "It's really over!"

"You weren't doing *that* with Sulli unnie in the living room, were you? And you lied to me and said you were dancing." Park Chaeyoung stared at the screen for two seconds, then smiled slyly. "Oppa, are you hiding something from me?"

"What are you thinking about? Nothing."

"Of course there is." She leaned forward, her nose almost touching the camera lens. "You don't even dare to look at the camera, and you don't dare to look at me now."

Liu Zimu's gaze shifted back to the screen, then shifted away again; all he saw was white.

She's a vixen!

Park Chae-young was smiling, her eyes crinkling into crescents.

"It's dead!"

"What kind of dance are you doing? Isn't Shirley unnie here? I can give you some pointers."

Liu Zimu was taken aback. "That's right!"

Sulli won't be coming back tonight.

Instead of blindly jumping around on my own, I'd rather have this energetic young woman guide me!

"Alright, I'll reluctantly show you."

Park Chaeyoung's eyes were full of excitement as she saw the five members of Red Velvet on TV: "It's Joohyun unnie and the others dancing!"

Liu Zimu changed the song to Girls' Generation.

Because if we could also get Girls' Generation members to complete the certification, wouldn't that be awesome?

Little Autumn must be even happier!

As for Lim Yoon-a, she shouldn't be at the company.

"Girls' Generation?" Rosé's voice rose a half-octave, almost shattering the phone speaker. "You, a grown man, are dancing to Girls' Generation's songs?"

"no?"

Park Chaeyoung stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly burst out laughing, so hard she lay on the pillow, her shoulders shaking.

"Wait a minute." She brushed her hair back with her hand, her eyes shining brightly. "Show me your jump now, hurry up!"

"You're not allowed to laugh!"

"Okay! Oppa~ Jump! Jump! I promise I won't laugh, Gee is fine, Genie is fine too." She clasped her hands together and bowed to the camera, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips, and her laughter drifted into the living room through the phone.

Liu Zimu took a deep breath, leaned his phone against the coffee table, and took two steps back to stand in the center of the living room.

Park Chae-young's attention was instantly focused.

Why are you standing so far away? I can't see anything.

Liu Zimu took another step forward and stood next to the coffee table, where the phone camera could capture his entire body.

He assumed a starting stance.

It's "Oh!"

Park Chae-young stared at the screen without saying a word.

When Liu Zimu swung his arm out, he almost knocked over the water glass on the coffee table. In his haste to pull his hand back, he lost his footing and stumbled.

There was no sound from Park Chae-young's end.

Liu Zimu barely managed to keep up with the pace, but his movements were as stiff as if he were in military training.

Park Chae-young started biting her lip.

He almost tripped over his own foot when he turned around, and only managed to avoid falling by grabbing the sofa armrest.

Park Chae-young finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst out laughing, laughing so hard she couldn't breathe and dropped her phone.

"Oppa!!! What are you dancing to? Hahahaha!" Her voice came from the phone, seemingly echoing through the living room.

Liu Zimu's face was so dark that only his eyes were visible, and his face was full of cracks: "Park Chaeyoung! You said you wouldn't smile."

"Oppa! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it," Park Chaeyoung said, wiping away the tears that had welled up in her eyes after laughing enough. "It's just that this looks too much like rehabilitation training."

"It's dead!"

"No! No! You actually have a foundation, it's just that you lack confidence and are uncomfortable." She quickly became serious, "You should do this, and then that..."

Liu Zimu bent down, picked up his phone, and glanced at the screen.

It's dead!

How can you continue watching at such a socially fatal moment?

Ugh, it's going to be uploaded online too. You stupid system, can I just not use you anymore?

The system ignored him!

Standing in the middle of the living room, I opened my contacts, found Park Hyun-woo's number, and dialed it.

It rang three times before the call was answered.

"Good evening, Mr. Liu." Park Hyun-woo's voice was soft, and the background was quiet, so he must already be home.

"Manager Park, there's something I'd like to ask you." Liu Zimu walked to the window, where the night view of the Han River unfolded beneath his feet.

"Please speak."

"It seems BLACKPINK's performance at the SBS Gayo Daejeon at the end of the month has been canceled. Could you help me talk to SBS and see if they can get them back on the show? Even though they're with YG, they didn't do anything wrong in this incident."

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone. Park Hyun-woo didn't ask why, but simply replied, "I understand. I'll take care of it first thing tomorrow morning. I'll contact YG first; it might be better to go through their own channels."

"Okay! Thank you for your help." Liu Zimu paused for a moment, "Also, I might need your help with something these days, but it shouldn't be anything difficult. We'll talk about it then."

"Okay, Mr. Liu!" His voice was completely flat. "Please contact me if you need anything."

Liu Zimu hung up the phone, picked up his phone again, looked at Pei Zhufa's chat box, thought for a moment, and then sent a message.