Chapter 70 Sing and Dance with Me!

"What do you want, then?"
"My new style of square dance doesn't have a matching BGM in your playlist. For this song, I can sing it myself."
"You'll sing?"
The old men and women looked at him with skeptical expressions.
What’s this now? Do all young people these days enjoy pulling unexpected tricks? Singing their own BGM, even! All this time, they'd been listening to those thumping, rhythmic tracks—weren't they perfectly suitable?
"If you want to sing, go ahead, but don’t sing so badly that you scare us away!" one of the old ladies said, squinting with a smile.
Lin Yu raised his eyebrows. "Don’t worry, I won’t."
How could he possibly scare them off with his singing?
In later years, the "Subject Three Yaozi Dance" and the DJ version of "A Smile in the Martial World" had gone viral on every major platform. The operatic vocals mixed with DJ beats, paired with the Yaozi dance, had carried Chinese culture all the way to the British Isles.
Lin Yu was confident in his operatic singing. He had intended to perform "A Smile in the Martial World" on the show, but for now, he'd have to use it to spar with the elders.
"Do you have an accompaniment?"
"Exactly! You say it's a song we’ve never heard before—we can't play the music for you!"
"That's right."
People of their generation all knew about accompaniment. There were so many singers in the entertainment industry, basking in admiration and glory, but most couldn't even read simple sheet music! Lin Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Without him, the whole scene would have been doomed!
"Rest assured, if I'm going to sing, of course I have an accompaniment."
"Hmm?"
Ji Ya was bewildered. When had this rascal prepared another song? Was she out of the loop again?
Since Lin Yu planned to sing on the show, he had secretly prepared the accompaniment. When Ji Ya went to use the restroom, he'd slipped away with the beautiful boss to another studio and sorted everything out.
With the help of one of the old ladies, Lin Yu connected his phone to the Bluetooth speaker, cleared his throat, and sang a line to warm up.
His standard operatic tone was lost on the young, but one of the old men listened with obvious pleasure and asked in surprise, "Could you be a professional singer?"
"Your operatic singing is very authentic. Have you been trained?"

In an instant, the old men and women surrounded him like fans encircling an idol.
Lin Yu nodded. "Yes, I am a singer."
There was nothing to hide about that—the cameras were rolling here, though at first the elders thought they were just for show. They hadn’t expected a real program to be in production.
The leading old man wiped his hand on his suit, looked up with eyes full of amazement, and his attitude did a complete turnaround. Smiling, he shook Lin Yu’s hand.
"Then let’s see your performance, young man. I’m rooting for you!"
The young women present became fangirls, their eyes glued to Lin Yu as he prepared to perform.
Since he needed to sing and dance, the production team set him up with a headset mic. Once the sound system was connected, Lin Yu waved his hand to signal he was ready.
Clearing his throat, he glanced sideways at the row of fangirls and the elders behind him, then shouted, full of excitement:
"Follow my lead! Sing and dance along with me!"
The gentle melody of the guzheng blended with a fitting DJ rhythm, and as the beat dropped, Lin Yu began to sing.
"A smile upon the martial world, waves rolling wide, all earthly worries forgotten, bygone things unworthy of mention."
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His unique voice conveyed the wildness and freedom of the martial world. Then the sudden operatic turn sent the atmosphere soaring to fever pitch.
A seasoned performer, Lin Yu danced confidently as he sang, mastering the Yaozi dance’s essential moves: the lower body twisting as though half-paralyzed, the upper body’s arms never still, waving left and right, as flamboyantly as possible.
Ji Ya, at the front of the group, watched Lin Yu’s every move, afraid to miss a single step. She’d expected something sophisticated, but the dance was more about swaggering, sinuous movements—
To put it simply, it looked like a street punk strutting around.
The elders stared at these flamboyant, serpentine twists. For their stiff, aging bodies, it was a real challenge.
But, come to think of it, didn’t it look a bit like an unorthodox form of yoga? It certainly seemed more invigorating than their usual square dance routines. Accompanied by Lin Yu’s masterful music, it was impossible not to move along!
The fangirls in the back were already entranced by Lin Yu’s seductive moves, especially the way his waist twisted from side to side—he looked every bit the dangerous, charming man who could break a thousand hearts!
Oh, brother, we’re so skilled at following your lead—could we perhaps join you for breakfast someday?
Amidst the cheers, Lin Yu lost himself, dancing with more and more abandon, his twisting waist strong and powerful—a man of their dreams!

To be with a man like this, would anyone ever want to sleep again? But such overwhelming happiness—who wouldn’t crave it?
"Heaven laughs agelessly, yet bravado fades, to the moon I drink a cup of loneliness."
"Rivalries rise and fall on the martial road, a sleeve drapes over the bright moon, the west wind scatters leaves and withers flowers."
"Knife and sword for a pillow, restless through the night, you a traveler across mountains and rivers, forever sighing at partings, silver at your temples, a cup of burning wine."
Lin Yu’s operatic performance was a masterful treat, taking the elders right back to the days when opera reigned supreme.
Tears welled up in their eyes!
They were truly moved!
Eyes glistening with emotion!
This… this was so evocative of their youth! Memories long buried surged forth—how could they not cry?
As the music’s rhythm grew even more infectious, the elders plunged into the dance, Lin Yu’s waist twisting with even greater vigor, like an engine revving at full throttle.
The fangirls swayed to the rhythm, their light clothing and swaying figures filling the square with an irresistible energy.
Bright, beautiful sights everywhere—slender waists in motion, a captivating atmosphere, and the glow of neon lights—this was a nightclub scene come alive!
All passersby were drawn in. Boys with girlfriends were yanked away by jealous partners, while even elderly men of a hundred years stared wide-eyed. Women passing by glanced at their own bellies with a sigh, watching the spectacle.
The fangirls danced in unison, their moves growing more and more synchronized. Viewed from above, the square looked even more orderly than a military drill. If Americans saw a satellite image, they’d be left scratching their heads—was China running some kind of special mass training?
When the music reached its wildest peak, Lin Yu moved forward and back, his twisting waist as wild and agile as a snake. It was a masterful performance, impossible to look away from.
Shake for me, everyone shake, become the joyful dancers you were meant to be!
"I have walked alone through countless years, seen blades gleam and pierce the night."
"How to distinguish a hero’s heart from a villain’s? Life’s dreams pass in a single instant."
"In the yellow sands, the setting sun bleeds like blood, so many souls here falling into silence."