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At eight o'clock in the morning, He Xu finished his medicine, put the thermos on the table, picked up his coat draped over the back of the chair, and went downstairs.

Everyone had gone to work, and in the living room, only Sun Zhuohang was sitting on the sofa, with the script in front of him that had been flipped so many times that the edges were curled up, but his gaze was fixed on the window, and he was clearly not looking at it.

He Xu went to the entryway to change her shoes, glancing at him sideways: "Don't you have any work commitments today?"

Sun Zhuohang snapped out of his daze: "Huh? Right, not today." He paused, then added, "Not tomorrow either."

"Still no news about the audition?"

"They said the results would be out this week, but I doubt it." Sun Zhuohang closed the script, his tone slightly self-deprecating. "That role requires action skills, which I haven't learned."

He Xu paused for a moment as she bent down to tie her shoelaces, glanced at him sideways, and thought for a moment before asking, "What are you doing today?"

"Nothing much. Just reading the script, memorizing lines, and then waiting for you guys to come back," Sun Zhuohang said frankly, clearly prepared to stay in the villa all day.

"Then come with me." He Xu straightened up.

Sun Zhuohang was taken aback: "Huh?"

"I'm going to work, you come with me. I'll take you to see the aurora borealis and its companion star." He Xu picked up his phone and put it in his pocket. "You're free anyway, might as well broaden your horizons."

Sun Zhuohang sprang up from the sofa much faster than expected, the script almost slipping off his knees: "Really?!"

"Really, change your shoes."

Sun Zhuohang rushed upstairs to change his shoes faster than he did during his morning run.

He Xu waited against the wall in the entryway for less than two minutes, then changed into a pair of clean sneakers, zipped his jacket up to the collar, and looked on with the anticipation of a primary school student on a spring outing.

He Xu tilted his head slightly: "I'm leaving."

Zhuang Jun's car was parked in front of the villa. When He Xu opened the passenger door, Zhuang Jun turned his head from the driver's seat to look at Sun Zhuohang who was following behind, then looked at He Xu, and nodded without asking any questions.

"What's the schedule for today?" He Xu asked, fastening his seatbelt.

"There's a promotional meeting at Aurora this morning, and a choreography class at Banxing this afternoon." Zhuang Jun started the car. "There's a two-hour break in between."

"That's enough," He Xu said.

Sun Zhuohang sat in the back seat, peering out the window, his whole body tense, both expectant and afraid to show it too obviously.

As the car entered the park, Sun Zhuohang glanced out the window at the glass curtain wall building and his mouth opened slightly.

When He Xu got out of the car, Sun Zhuohang followed him out, stood by the parking lot and looked around, his pace noticeably slowing down.

"Follow me." He Xu said without turning his head.

Sun Zhuohang quickly jogged a few steps to catch up.

On the way from the parking lot to the main entrance of the Aurora office building, He Xu encountered at least three groups of people.

The first group consisted of two young men who came out of the office building, wearing Aurora employee badges around their necks; they appeared to be from the publicity department.

They paused simultaneously when they saw He Xu, and one of them gave a slight bow: "Good morning, Teacher He."

He Xu nodded without stopping.

The second group was a man and a woman walking towards us down the corridor. The man was wearing a sports jacket, and the woman was carrying a large tote bag.

Sun Zhuohang recognized them as the lead singer and manager of a boy band signed by Aurora Entertainment.

When the lead singer saw He Xu, he clearly stepped aside, and his manager immediately said, "Mr. He, thank you for the choreography last time. I'll treat you to dinner another day."

He Xu tilted his head slightly: "You're welcome."

The third was when I was waiting for the elevator at the elevator entrance, there was a girl in her early twenties standing next to me with a low ponytail.

She looks familiar; she must be one of the newly signed female artists.

The girl's eyes lit up when she saw him, but she didn't dare to greet him directly. She just stepped aside to make room for him at the elevator entrance.

He Xu didn't say anything, got into the elevator, and pressed the button for the third floor.

Sun Zhuohang stood to his side and slightly behind, barely saying a word, but his eyes were always on him.

He gleaned something from the way these people looked at He Xu.

It's not the look a fan gives their idol, but the look a subordinate gives their superior—respectful, with a hint of wanting to please them.

Sun Zhuohang lowered his head—he knew He Xu was very popular; his name and videos were everywhere online, and the trailers for his movie had already flooded all major platforms before it was even released.

But what he didn't expect was that within Aurora Media, He Xu's influence seemed to be even higher than that of "Very Hot".

He Xu's publicity meeting lasted less than twenty minutes.

After they came out, he took Sun Zhuohang to the building where Banxing was located. As they passed the practice room in the corridor, music and footsteps could be heard through the crack in the door.

He Xu didn't stop and walked straight ahead.

Sun Zhuohang followed behind and peeked inside through the glass in the door—a dozen or so trainees were practicing dancing, and a teacher in a black tracksuit was standing by the wall, clapping and calling out the rhythm.

He Xu walked to the practice room at the end of the corridor and pushed the door open to go inside.

The practice room was a bit bigger than the previous one, the mirrors were cleaner, and there was an old-fashioned speaker and a few folding chairs in the corner.

"You can sit here and wait for me, or you can wander around by yourself." He Xu took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair. "I have a class to teach, about an hour."

Sun Zhuohang nodded, sat down in the folding chair, took out the script, but did not open it.

Sun Zhuohang was watching He Xu's class the whole time.

He stood in front of the mirror, leading a boy who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old in a solo dance.

From the beginning to the end of the posture, it is broken down into eight-beat sections, with occasional pauses to adjust the angle of the boy's shoulders or have him walk the path again.

The boy danced pretty well, but he would stumble during the continuous spins in the chorus.

He Xu didn't rush or urge him, but simply made him repeat that section over and over again while he counted the beats.

By the fifth attempt, the boy's turn was finally smooth, and he landed with a stable center of gravity without wobbling.

He Xu nodded: "This part is fine. Let's do it again from the beginning."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

Sun Zhuohang sat in the corner, looking at He Xu standing in front of the mirror, and suddenly felt that this person and the one who frowned when taking medicine in the villa were becoming increasingly difficult to reconcile.

After class, He Xu led Sun Zhuohang to the other end of the corridor.

As He Xu passed the door of a practice room that wasn't fully closed, he glanced inside and then stopped.

A man in his early thirties, wearing a dark gray shirt, was standing in the crack of the door, leaning against the wall looking at his phone.

It's an actor signed by Aurora Studios, who just won a prestigious TV drama award last year.

The man also saw He Xu, put down his phone, and came out of the door: "Teacher He."

He nodded slightly. "I haven't had a chance to thank you yet for the stage arrangement of 'Wan Lai' last time."

He Xu waved his hand: "No need to thank me, it's just for the role."

"There's a stage performance next month, and I'm still hesitating about whether to take it. Could you please take a look?" The man spoke with great respect.

He Xu nodded: "You should check the schedule with Zhuang Jun first. If it's flexible, I'll see."

The man smiled, nodded, and turned back to the practice room.

Sun Zhuohang stood in the corridor, watching the person walk away, then glanced at He Xu, and suddenly felt his brain recalculating the position of the person in front of him.

He only knew that He Xu was very talented, an excellent dancer who had trended on social media many times, and good-looking. But he didn't realize that He Xu had already reached such a high position in the industry.

He is a core artist of Aurora Media, and everyone in the company, from top to bottom, has to respectfully call him "Teacher He" when they meet.

The trainees at Banxing regarded him as a role model. When Shen Yiheng mentioned him in interviews, he automatically switched to the tone of "mentor". Even actors and singers who had already debuted had to check their schedules in advance when they asked him to choreograph.

Sun Zhuohang began to realize that his excitement about "successfully meeting his idol" when he was talking to He Xu in the villa might have been a bit too hasty.