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The morning sun wasn’t too hot, so Yohan decided to take a walk around the school. Seeing a place like this—crowded with people his age—gave him a strange, almost nostalgic feeling.

”Maybe college isn’t that bad of an idea,” he muttered.

But if he was being honest, the most attractive part wasn’t the campus... it was the girls. Not just the students, but the teachers too. Everywhere he looked, someone seemed effortlessly gorgeous.

His stroll naturally ended at the theater and dance department, mostly because that was where the group of girls he’d been trailing disappeared into.

The moment he stepped inside, Yohan was hit with the certainty that he had finally discovered his long-lost passion.

Everywhere he turned, there was another woman—and some of them were stunning enough to make his heart skip.

”I think this is my calling,” he whispered, a tear threatening to fall from sheer emotion.

He spotted Jasper—one of Freddie’s loyal minions—in a classroom, dancing with surprising intensity.

’So this is his department’

It made sense. Jasper’s lifelong dream had been to become an idol; that was the whole reason he started live-streaming in the first place.

Yohan shook his head with a sigh. ”Too bad he doesn’t have the looks for it.”

Jasper wasn’t ugly, but he wasn’t handsome either—just painfully average. And average wasn’t nearly enough in the idol world.

’But at least he gets to spend his days surrounded by pretty girls’ Yohan thought, watching as the choreography wrapped up.

”Thank you, senior!” A small group of girls gathered around Jasper the moment he stopped, showering him with attention. It looked like he was helping them practice.

’Well... he’s not half bad’ Yohan admitted reluctantly.

’But if he’s here, then Freddie and Hazard might also be in this department’

Freddie had the same idol dreams, though Hazard... Yohan could only imagine him belonging to the department of violence.

He was about to turn and leave when something caught his eye—a familiar figure standing near the back of the classroom.

’Wait... is that Chloe?’

Just then, one of the girls noticed Yohan standing at the door. She didn’t hesitate for even a second—her eyes widened, and she practically glided toward him.

”Hello handsome, Are you one of the third-years? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before,” she said with a bright, friendly smile. As she spoke, she subtly leaned forward, giving Yohan a generous view of her cleavage.

”Uh...”

Two plump breasts suddenly entering his field of vision were enough to derail his brain entirely.

”Or are you a freshman?” she continued playfully.

Yohan was just about to answer when an older woman appeared behind them.

”You two. Inside. Now,” she ordered sharply.

Before he could react, the girl grabbed his wrist and tugged him into the room.

”Everyone, arrange yourselves so we can begin today’s class.”

The classroom was more like an open studio—wide, bright, and spacious, perfect for dancing. Everyone stood in a cluster, so Yohan awkwardly followed their lead.

’What the hell am I doing?’ he wondered, stealing a quick glance around the room at the mix of students, including Chloe

”I’ve asked your senior here to assist me in teaching today’s class,” the instructor announced, stepping aside so Jasper—standing awkwardly but proudly behind her—could be seen.

”Now, how many of you managed to learn what we covered last time?”

A few hands went up.

”Good. You’ll come out and perform it one by one.”

What followed was almost a mini talent show. Each student stepped forward and attempted the choreography Yohan had watched Jasper demonstrate earlier. Some came close, others... not so much. But none of them quite nailed it.

It was entertaining enough that Yohan didn’t feel any rush to leave. Watching people try their best while stumbling around was surprisingly fun.

”Yohan?” A familiar whisper drifted down to him.

He turned—and there was Chloe, finally spotting him among the group of students standing together. She approached quietly, careful not to draw the teacher’s attention.

”What are you doing here?” Chloe whispered sharply.

”To be honest, I don’t know either. I was just passing by and somehow ended up here.”

”How do you ’somehow end up’ in my dance class?” she hissed.

”I don’t know, it just happened,” he replied casually, as if he’d tripped and fallen into the building. ”Since when did you even start to go here?”

”That—”

”Yes?” the teacher suddenly cut in, her voice slicing through the room. ”Who are those two making noise in my class?”

Every student turned at once, shifting aside like curtains being drawn to reveal the guilty pair—Yohan and Chloe frozen at the back.

”Is it you two?” the instructor asked, expression completely unreadable.

”I’m sorry, ma’am,” Chloe said quickly, bowing her head.

”No need to apologize,” the instructor replied coldly. ”For you both to be talking, that must mean you have nothing else to learn from my class.”

”That’s not it, we were—”

”Shut it.” Her voice cracked like a whip as she adjusted her glasses, eyes narrowing. ”Talking during my class is a disrespect I will not tolerate. You think you can slack off just because it’s a practical class?”

She pointed toward the door.

”I’ll show you just how serious it is. Get out. And don’t come back for an entire week.”

Chloe’s face crumpled instantly. Her eyes shimmered, the tears gathering too fast—one more second and she’d burst into a full waterfall.

Guilt stabbed Yohan in the chest. It was kind of his fault... and watching her about to cry because of him didn’t sit right.

He stepped forward.

”Ma’am, if you could please reconsider,” he said. ”I was actually the one talking.”

”Huh... Yohan?” Jasper’s brow shot up the moment he heard his voice. ”How are you here when you’re not even a student?”

The teacher shifted her gaze from Jasper back to Yohan, clearly expecting an explanation.

But Yohan stayed silent.

”So you’re not even a student?” she repeated, her voice dropping to a dangerous calm. ”And yet you and your girlfriend have the audacity to disrupt my class?”

Chloe’s head snapped up. ”G-Girlfriend—?”

”In that case,” the teacher continued, her voice booming through the hall, ”I don’t ever want to see either of you in my class again.”

”No, wait...” Chloe’s voice trembled, barely audible.

”I don’t want to hear it. Out.” The instructor cut her off with a tone so firm it left no room for argument.

Yohan wasn’t ready to give up just yet.

”Ma’am... isn’t there anything I can do to make you reconsider?”

”She really didn’t do anything wrong,” he insisted. ”Chloe was paying attention before I distracted her. You shouldn’t make her suffer for something I caused.”

The teacher paused, eyes narrowing as she studied him. His persistence seemed to chip at her annoyance.

”Fine,” she said at last. ”I’ll give you a chance. If she can perfectly perform the dance routine and prove she was actually paying attention... I’ll let her stay.”

Yohan exhaled, a relieved smile spreading across his face. ”Thank you.”

But when he turned toward Chloe, she didn’t look relieved. Not even close. Her expression was bleak—like Yohan had just offered her as a sacrifice.

”You can do it, right?” Yohan mouthed encouragingly.

She shook her head—slowly, hopelessly.

”I only joined the class recently...” she whispered, voice shaking.

’Shit! In that case...’

”Ma’am, why don’t I do it instead?” Yohan said.

”You?” The teacher looked at him like he’d just suggested performing brain surgery. ”You’re not even a student. How exactly do you think you’ll pull it off?”

”I saw him do it earlier,” Yohan said with unshakable confidence. ”It didn’t seem that difficult.”

”That’s because I made it look easy,” Jasper cut in, wearing a smug smile. ”I’ve practiced that routine hundreds of times until it felt natural. And you think you can do it after seeing it once?”

”Pretty much,” Yohan replied casually.

The room went silent.

Jasper’s smirk twitched. ”Okay then. I’d like to see you try.”

The teacher crossed her arms. ”So would I.”

Yohan stepped forward into the open space, acutely aware of every pair of eyes locked on him. The studio suddenly felt much larger—and much more exposed.

’What the hell did I just get myself into?’

He tried to recall the movements he’d watched earlier. Jasper had made it look smooth, almost effortless. There was a rhythm to it—a flow. Step, turn, pivot, some kind of arm wave thing...

’Okay, I can do this. Probably.’

The steps came naturally—muscle memory from watching Jasper, maybe, or just dumb luck.

’It’s actually pretty simple’ he realized. ’I can feel exactly which part of my body needs to move... and my body just obeys’

Turn. Step. Slide.

Around him, the whispers started.

”Wait... is he actually...?”

”No way.”

The pivot that had tripped up half the class earlier? He executed it flawlessly, his weight shifting with practiced ease.

Yohan lost himself in it. The choreography that had looked complex when Jasper performed it now felt almost simple—logical, even.

Each move led naturally into the next, and his body seemed to understand the language of the dance without his brain having to translate.

When he finally struck the ending pose, for a moment, nobody moved. Then someone started clapping.

Then another.

Within seconds, the entire class erupted into applause.