Lin Xiaoman frowned. She knew Xu Wei was arrogant and looked down on others, but didn’t expect her prejudice against trainees to be so severe.
Just as Lin Xiaoman was about to explain, Wei Qinghuan stood in front of Huang Yinyin: “Teacher Xu, please apologize to Yinyin.”
Xu Wei sneered: “Why should I apologize? Am I wrong? She’s been practicing for so long and can’t learn, only knows how to cry. Does she deserve to be an idol?”
“This is a personal attack,” Wei Qinghuan’s beautiful face turned serious. “You must apologize to her.”
“I’m just telling the truth,” Xu Wei coldly swept her gaze over the others. “None of you deserve to be idols.”
The dance studio suddenly fell silent, the atmosphere tense and ready to explode.
“Whether we’re worthy or not is not for Teacher Xu to decide,” Lin Xiaoman spoke slowly, looking at Xu Wei without any fear.
Xu Wei said she wanted to see their abilities, but then found an excuse to leave the dance practice room. Everyone understood her meaning and was letting them go freely, causing everyone to look worried.
“It’s my fault,” Huang Yinyin said self-reproachfully, “I made Teacher Xu angry.”
“With her temper, she would explode even without provocation,” a team member said.
“But without Teacher Xu, what will happen to our dance?” Huang Yinyin’s eyes reddened again. “I’ll go find Teacher Xu and apologize.”
“No need,” Lin Xiaoman spoke up, “if you’re willing to trust me, I have a solution.”
“What solution?” Wei Qinghuan’s face brightened.
“The dance moves are very complex, and everyone’s movements are not standard. If we continue correcting movements one by one, we might not even finish learning the dance by the finals,” Lin Xiaoman said. “To complete this dance, we must modify some movements.”
“Exactly!” Wei Qinghuan’s eyes lit up. “If we modify the moves to suit us, we can perform the dance well in a short time.”
“But…” Huang Yinyin spoke softly.
If we change it to a simpler dance, even if we perform it well, people will compare it to the original based on their existing impressions and think we didn’t do well enough.”
She was right. Recreated works are easily compared to the original, and with a masterpiece preceding them, surpassing the original seemed impossible.
