"Clap, clap, clap ~"

Su Tang clapped the five fingers of her right hand on the palm of her left hand.

The crisp sound was like a waterfall falling into a clear pool, instantly pulling the attention of the boys back from the women's noise that was gradually fading away.

"Your Director Wei has already told me … It's indeed a little tight with only one month, and the task is a little heavy …"

Her voice was gentle when she spoke, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned from time to time.

Her smooth and powerful long legs were in a tripod position, and she stood straight.

"But don't be nervous, your goal is to come up with a decent 'Four Little Swans' dance, not to participate in the ballet prince selection. It's good enough if you can pass …"

Su Tang smiled, and her eyes were very casual and swept over the faces of the students.

When she came out of the teachers' locker room after changing her clothes, she had already sized up the five construction interns.

They all had the same body as bamboo poles, and they wore tight pants that were thinner than a girl's legs.

Their upper bodies were the same style and color as the white cut chicken. Except for their neat height, there was nothing special about them.

Only Wen Ge, the leader of the design team, who came late, stood next to the college students with pimples on their faces and immediately stood out.

At this time, his legs were slightly unnaturally spread, and his hands were crossed in front of his body. His slender limbs came in handy at this time.

It was like building a human wall to defend a free kick on the football field.

Su Tang knew that he was using this as an excuse to hide his talent, the so-called masterpiece.

She thought that it was indeed a "beginner's tutorial", and finding the task target was not difficult at all. If it were not for the fact that the target looked young and delicious, she would have yawned.

At this time, the voice of Bai Cao rang in her ears again.

The time in the outside world automatically stopped.

"Congratulations to the task taker for discovering the masterpiece. The next step is to consecrate the masterpiece, and the illustration will automatically take it back."

It was clearly a pleasant and magnetic male voice, but he was using an artificial intelligence-like dry tone to say it out loud, as if he was reading a script.

Su Tang curled her lips in boredom.

"You're not a robot, you don't have to talk like that."

This white control system was not fun at all. Compared to it, she actually missed the ancient torture library????

Gong Lu Mu Jiaowu?

Propranolol?

Neon Roast Mirage in Squeezed Pocket

Bai Cao was silent for only a moment, and his words were still stiff.

"Another reminder to the quest taker. You must be willing to have your masterpiece blessed. I wish you good luck."

Tsk, it's like this every time. It's no different from playing the lute to a cow.

Su Tang seriously suspected that Bai Cao did it on purpose. He must have heard something from the supervisor.

"How many times have I told you? I have a name and a surname, not a mission enforcer."

It was quiet, as if he had never appeared.

Suddenly, Su 'Er felt as if her life was as lonely as snow. She shook her head. It was good that the system wasn't so noisy.

Thinking back to when she left the last world in the Masochistic Library, she was immediately enveloped by a layer of white light.

A huge ancient bamboo scroll suddenly appeared in the chaos of the world of consciousness.

The three beautiful characters at the top of the title were written in bold strokes — Bai Cao.

Then, the system introduced itself. "Hello, mission enforcer. I'm Bai Cao."

"You are this bamboo scroll?"

"No, I don't have a physical body …"

Then, Bai Cao started to introduce the quest simply and clearly, without giving Su Tang a chance to interrupt.

Bai Cao was an illustrated handbook of all kinds of beautiful men from the upper realm.

That's right, the literal meaning. Every blade of grass was a beautiful man, and they all had famed artifacts.

As for who or what god created this magical illustrated handbook for unspeakable reasons, there was no evidence.

It seemed that due to an accident, the grass in the illustrated handbook wandered into the trichiliocosm and lost their spirituality. They suffered in their own worlds and were covered in dust.

As a mission enforcer, Su Tang had to go to each world to save the handsome men with masterpieces.

Find them …

Make them willing to be blessed by him.

Then, return to the Heavens and return to Bai Cao.

As for how to do it, Bai Cao gave a human "you know" for the first time.

Because Su Tang had just arrived, Bai Cao said that the first world was a beginner's lesson, and he would guide him through it "step by step".

The world would be very simple, with only one blade of grass. The future worlds would be very random, and it was possible to meet one or more of them.

Moreover, it would not be easy to distinguish them, and there would be various interference factors to confuse the senses.

After listening to the introduction, Su Tang wanted to open Bai Cao in the subconscious world to see what it was like inside, but she was bounced back by the restriction.

"The illustrated handbook can only be triggered after collecting the first category of masterpieces."

Bai Cao stated the facts without any fluctuation in his voice.

"Category?"

Su Tang keenly caught the keyword.

"Bai Cao masterpieces have many categories, and there are sub-categories under each category. Mission enforcer, please work hard and try to unlock all major and sub-categories as soon as possible."

Interesting. She suddenly had the energy to work hard.

Thus, she was brought to this world by Bai Cao's light. He was like the creator of this world. In a flash, Su Tang had a new identity —

She was the ballet coach specially hired by Honey Peach Dance Studio.

She used to be a professional ballet dancer, but because of an accident at a young age, she quit the professional field to make a living by teaching ballet.

Of course, these were just a bunch of numbers, like a personal resume that was casually typed.

But her body was perfectly molded to the conditions of a top ballet dancer, but her face was still her own face.

After knowing that her persona was the ballet coach who had just accepted Fei Huang's construction training commission, Su Tang guessed that the first blade of grass must be among her students.

When she saw Wen Ge, she was even more certain.

After Bai Cao spoke, time flowed again. Su Tang looked away from Wen Ge's overlapping hands and suddenly winked at the six men.

"Have you heard or seen the 'Dance of the Four Little Swans'?"

The men shook their heads in unison.

"Teacher."

Only Wen Ge hesitated and slowly raised his hand. It was not convenient for his other hand to rest naturally, so he quietly stuck it to his tights and stiffly hung it on one side.

Su Tang almost couldn't hold back her persona and laughed out loud. Raising your hand to call me teacher, do you want to pee?

Not to mention, the expression and the tense body language were quite similar.

"Have you heard of it?"

Fortunately, Teacher Su, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, was very gentle and calm. A pure and unruly man was just a piece of cake.

Without waiting for Wen Ge to answer, she immediately nodded thoughtfully.

"That's right, Wen Ge, I should have heard of it … It's a good name, just like his name, very good."

The five interns only felt that the way their teacher narrowed her eyes and answered her own question was very beautiful, but the murmur sounded very ambiguous, so they couldn't help but secretly look at their boss.

"Ah."

Their boss opened his mouth, but the words that were about to come out of his mouth were blocked, and his face was red from choking.

After a long while, he coughed twice and said, "Ahem ~ Well, I've seen the ballet of Swan Lake."

Four Little Swans was the second dance of Swan Lake.

Wen Ge swore that when Miss Su said "very good" just now, she especially looked at him.

It was exactly the same as when she said "good figure" at the door of the members' locker room, which had the same meaning.

Was it his imagination?

But after hearing his answer, she didn't look at him again, but seriously explained the song that Director Wei had chosen to play this time to the other students.

After Su Tang finished explaining the story and artistic conception of the dance song, she asked again.

"Have any of you ever learned dance?

Any form counts. "

The first part of the question and answer was to appease the shy and nervous hearts of the men, which could be considered as breaking the ice. The next part was to pave the way for the main topic of teaching.

In addition to the common knowledge of ballet and the physical instincts, Bai Cao had already blended in these teaching tips as key data when he was preparing her body.

Su Tang moved according to her heart, and it was very smooth to use.

"Does aerobics count?"

A tall and thin intern suddenly asked. He didn't know to raise his hand first like his boss did.

Q University had a rule that all freshmen and sophomores, regardless of gender, must take aerobics as an elective for sports credits, so there was such a saying.

The rest of the interns immediately laughed wildly when they heard it. "There's also radio gymnastics!"

Su Tang smiled in understanding.

"Of course it counts. The soul of dance doesn't actually lie in the form, but in the rhythm."

She opened her mouth and spoke without thinking. Not only did she comfort the students with bad figures, but she also gave them a hint of encouragement.

"If you can dance aerobics well, your sense of rhythm will definitely not be weak. Then I have a good idea. You are all good seedlings."

When the beautiful teacher, who looked about the same age as the 21 or 22 year old boys, said that they were all good seedlings for ballet, no matter how much of an exaggeration they were, they immediately felt a little light-headed after hearing her words.

"What about Wen Ge?"

Su Tang said as she looked at Wen Ge.

He was probably one or two years older than the boys. Did he also take men's aerobics as an elective at that time?

Looking at his figure, if he did aerobics with a stronger sense of strength and rhythm, he would probably be … very sexy.

She was even wondering if she should use the excuse of checking out his foundation to get him to do it on the spot.

Unexpectedly, the man did not respond. His eyes were in a daze, and his mind was somewhere else.

After being teased just now, Wen Ge did not dare to look at the teacher's face. His gaze naturally shifted downwards. Suddenly, he realized that when she spoke, she gently held the pole beside her with one hand, and her fingertips seemed to be caressing the smooth wooden surface.

It was as if she was intimately caressing her lover's skin, but also as if she was lovingly smoothing the soft hair on the back of the dog's neck.

Thus, he unconsciously stared at her fingertips, which were a little darker than the color of her gauze dress, and was entranced.

He also unconsciously twisted his neck and suddenly felt like someone wanted to scratch it. It was itchy.

"Wen Ge?"

At this moment, the intern standing next to them tilted his head and called out.

Wen Ge suddenly woke up. "Yes?"

He looked up and bumped into the teacher's smiling eyes. He reached out and scratched the back of his neck. In a daze, he answered firmly, "No!"

He did not hear what they said after that, but he still heard the first sentence of asking if he had learned dance before.

"Oh ~"

Su Tang gently pursed her lips, seemingly a little disappointed.

But then her eyes lit up again, and the fingers on the pole tightened. "Then Wen Ge may have to stay a little longer every time. I will give you special treatment."