Chapter 576: You Don’t Know Street Dance, Do You?
Charlson’s words apparently stirred the anger of the crowd.
Everyone widened their eyes, looking at him, wishing they could rush forward and give this arrogant guy a good beating.
They are members of the street dance club, and also members of the Feihong Association.
Although they don’t possess the qualities of the Dark Wound Association, they are still a group of passionate youth.
How can they hold back?
The boy pointed at by Charlson took a step forward, his stature tall and slender, probably due to practicing street dance, his body was quite muscular.
The boy widened his eyes, made a motion of rolling up his sleeves, and looked ready to fight.
"Oh really? So your dance is terrible, yet you won’t admit it? You want to hit the coach?" Charlson wanted to take a step back, but there was a mirror behind him, leaving him no room to retreat. To maintain his aura, he had no choice but to say that.
"Brothers, let’s get him!" The boy’s words immediately resonated with the other five boys.
This guy is just asking for a beating.
Just as a group fight was about to break out, Zhou Mi shouted, "Stop!"
"Zhou Mi, what’s wrong?"
"Maybe what he says is true. Let’s practice like this first." After Zhou Mi spoke, she looked at Charlson and said, "I paid for you to be here, so please, have a better attitude. Otherwise, you might not get the remaining money."
"Okay, I’ll try not to lose my temper," Charlson nodded and said.
The old saying goes: Under the eaves, a man has no choice but to bow his head. That’s where Charlson is now.
Zhou Mi felt that although his attitude was a bit off, it might be for their own good. Perhaps he’s too passionate about street dance, just like how Zhao Xuefeng loves ancient medicine, not allowing any mistakes.
Or maybe it’s just his teaching style - very rigorous.
That’s what Zhou Mi and the others thought, after all, this guy is a renowned master who has won good rankings in the national street dance competition.
He says the dance is bad, maybe it really is.
But from Lin Tian’s perspective, Charlson’s words were just nonsense. There was simply no issue with stiffness or lack of coordination in the moves.
Is this guy just causing trouble?
"Qingcheng, do you think Zhou Mi and the others dance poorly?" Lin Tian asked.
Liou Qingcheng shook her head, "I think they dance quite well, very cool. I’m growing to love this dance more and more."
"Then why is Charlson picking on them?"
"I don’t know... There’s no need for it, after all, he’s here to earn money."
Charlson stood in the midst of the nine, asking, "How long can you hold a handstand on one hand?"
Zhou Mi and the others looked at each other again, this was something they really hadn’t tested. Moreover, a single-handed handstand is quite difficult, transitioning from a two-handed stand to a single-handed stand usually requires about three months of practice, which is challenging.
"Coach... I’m not proficient at a single-handed stand yet," Xiaomiao said timidly.
She could barely manage single-handed jumps.
"How about the rest of you?" Charlson looked around at the group.
"A single-handed stand can’t be sustained for long..."
"Around thirty seconds maybe."
"I can only manage ten seconds."
The group voiced their responses.
"Then show me a handstand, single-handed if you can, or with both hands if not. I want to see how long you can keep it." Charlson instructed.
Everyone looked at each other and hesitated to move. Suddenly, Zhou Mi flipped over, supporting herself on one hand, with bent legs, maintaining a very steady handstand.
She had changed into dance practice clothing earlier; loose sweatpants and a tight tank top ensured she wouldn’t be exposed.
Charlson nodded with satisfaction, "Hmm, not bad."
Seeing the leader demonstrate, where could the rest find any extra complaints? They quickly joined in with their handstands.
Handstands aren’t actually that difficult; beginners can master them with diligent practice in no time.
However, maintaining the position is quite challenging, as it requires enough wrist, arm, and waist strength.
Holding for thirty seconds with one hand is already a pretty commendable feat.
Aside from Zhou Mi and a boy, the other three girls supported their handstands with both hands.
More than thirty seconds quickly passed, and people began to give up gradually, especially the girls, whose bodies trembled lightly from the beginning of the stand. When they flipped back over, it was Charlson who stepped forward to hold their waists and helped them upright.
As for the boys, naturally, no one helped them.
Liou Qingcheng said softly to Lin Tian, "This coach is taking liberties."
Lin Tian could see that too; he hadn’t expected this guy to have wandering hands. Who knows where Zhou Mi found such an unreliable oddball?
As for the girls, perhaps they didn’t think much about it. To them, the coach was just helping.
In the end, Zhou Mi was the only one left persisting; she still supported herself with one hand. More than forty seconds had passed, and her body was only slightly shaking.
Lin Tian and Liou Qingcheng were quite surprised; she looked slim but had such explosive power and endurance.
If her skills weren’t stronger than others, and she wasn’t always loyal to her brothers, how could she become the leader?
Wanting to be the leader isn’t just about being pretty, having a good figure, and a fiery temper. It also requires the capability to hold the ground.
Lin Tian realized during their encounter that day that this girl was fiercer than the boys.
Finally, Zhou Mi couldn’t hold on any longer; her body shook more violently, and with a soft exhale, she began to fall.
At this moment, the ’hero’ appeared again.
Charlson stepped forward with two strides, then placed his two dark hands on Zhou Mi’s slender waist.
In Zhou Mi’s memory, besides her elders and Lin Tian, what other man had physically touched her?
Immediately, she felt completely uncomfortable, shaking even more. Plus, her right hand had long since been sore and numb from the handstand.
With an unstable body, Zhou Mi fell.
Charlson hastily reached out to support, but whether intentionally or unintentionally, his hand actually touched Zhou Mi’s chest.
This is Zhou Mi’s most private area, touched by a stranger, how could she tolerate that?
She stomped her feet, flipped her body in the air, and stood up. Her face was no longer smiling, and she shouted at Charlson, "What are you doing?"
Charlson hadn’t anticipated Zhou Mi’s temper being so intense; he instantly turned red and argued, "I was helping you!"
Zhou Mi looked at his embarrassed expression, already halfway convinced, although still somewhat unhappy, but knowing it wasn’t intentional.
"No need," she said flatly.
Just as Zhou Mi was about to let the matter go, Lin Tian suddenly stood up from the chair, walked forward, and said while walking, "Charlson coach, I don’t think you know street dance at all?"