The girl's face flushed crimson, her heart pounding like a drum against her ribs.
Under the envious gazes of her classmates, she slowly stood and walked toward the stage, a mix of shyness and nervousness in her steps.
The music swelled again, and Jiang Ning immediately threw himself into the moment, patiently guiding the girl.
From correcting her basic posture to showing her how to infuse every movement with delicate emotion, Jiang Ning meticulously refined every detail, refusing to overlook even the slightest nuance.
Under his skilled and professional guidance, the girl gradually relaxed her taut nerves. Her once stiff movements became increasingly fluid and natural, and the emotions she conveyed grew fuller and more genuine.
The students in the audience watched intently, occasionally nodding softly, eagerly absorbing the valuable lessons from Jiang Ning and the girl's interaction.
However, just as Jiang Ning and the girl were hitting their stride, fully immersed in the dance, an unexpected situation suddenly arose.
Every instructor, student, and even President Zheng Kailong of Qingbei University, Dean Tian Wenhua, and Secretary Peng Jiashan, were completely immersed in the atmosphere created by the dance.
Without conscious thought, everyone began to dance. Students pulled their classmates along, male students embracing each other as they twirled gracefully, while female students held each other tightly, dancing in pairs.
The instructors also joined hands in pairs, fully surrendering to the world of dance.
The most amusing sight was President Zheng Kailong and Dean Tian Wenhua.
The two were actually dancing in an embrace. Dean Tian Wenhua, with his profound expertise as a dance professor and his master-level skills, moved with effortless grace and elegance, making for a captivating spectacle.
In contrast, President Zheng Kailong's dancing was somewhat comical, adding a unique charm to the scene.
Secretary Peng Jiashan's behavior was particularly amusing. She was tightly hugging a chair in the VIP area, dancing merrily on her own.
At this moment, the only ones maintaining their composure were Mengmeng and the staff member responsible for playing the music.
More crucially, cameras were positioned in the four corners of the classroom, meticulously recording every moment of the event.
If this video were to leak, it would undoubtedly cause immense embarrassment and awkwardness for everyone involved.
Five minutes passed in silence, and the music abruptly came to a halt.
At that moment, Jiang Ning gently held the girl in his arms, tears falling uncontrollably. The girl lay still in his embrace, as if "dead."
It turned out to be a dance steeped in tragedy.
The scene fell into a profound silence. Pairs of "lovers"—both male and female—stood or lay in each other's arms, striking poses of "death."
After another three minutes, consciousness gradually returned to the audience. Many had tears in their eyes.
Their mouths hung open in shock, especially when they saw the tears flowing from Jiang Ning's eyes. A wave of empathy swept through the crowd.
No one had expected that the Dance God, while performing this tragic dance, would himself be so deeply immersed in its heart-wrenching atmosphere.
President Zheng Kailong of Qingbei University was the first to recover from his shock. Gazing at the slightly chaotic yet profoundly moving scene before him, his heart overflowed with a complex mix of emotions.
He never could have imagined that a seemingly ordinary public lecture would evolve into such an extraordinary and unexpected situation. Yet he had to admit that Jiang Ning's powerful and captivating dance was truly astonishing.
Dean Tian Wenhua's eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and admiration.
Having devoted years to teaching and researching dance, he had never witnessed a dancer like Jiang Ning—one who could so effortlessly blend emotion and movement, guiding everyone into a profound and immersive experience.
Secretary Peng Jiashan, slightly shy, gently set down the chair she was holding, quickly tidied her slightly disheveled clothes, her heart filled with awe and respect for Jiang Ning's dancing prowess.
The students and mentors in the audience gradually recovered from their shock, beginning to murmur and exchange whispers.
"This Dance God is absolutely incredible. I felt like I just lived through a tragic, unforgettable experience—it was too real."
"Yeah, I was completely immersed. I couldn't pull myself out, and even now, that lingering sense of sorrow remains."
"I never realized dance could have such a powerful magic, making us all feel the same emotion."
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At that moment, Jiang Ning gently set the girl he was holding in his arms down. She slowly opened her eyes, traces of tears still lingering in them.
She slowly stood up, faced Jiang Ning, and bowed deeply. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, "Dance God, I am truly grateful. I've never had such a profound dance experience before. This will undoubtedly remain a precious, unforgettable memory of my life."
Jiang Ning smiled and replied, "You performed exceptionally well. Your ability to so swiftly and naturally integrate emotion into your movements is a testament to your exceptional talent."
He then calmly walked to the microphone, his gaze sincere as he looked out at the audience. With a serious expression, he said, "Students and mentors, the unique magic of dance lies in its ability to transcend the barriers of language, time, and space, reaching directly into the depths of the human heart.
Just like the tragic dance we witnessed earlier, I hope you all understand that every dance possesses its own unique soul and story. As dancers, our vital responsibility is to use our bodies to convey these souls and stories with precision and vividness to every audience member."
The hall erupted in thunderous applause.
The applause was more than just a recognition of Jiang Ning's brilliant lecture; it was a genuine expression of the audience's newfound and profound understanding of dance as an art form.
"Today's public lecture," said President Zheng Kailong, stepping forward with steady strides and taking the microphone, "will undoubtedly become an unforgettable and precious chapter in all our memories."
"The Dance God, through his extraordinary technique, has opened a door to a deeper world of dance for us all. I hope you students will draw endless inspiration from this lesson and continue to explore, feel, and dance with your souls on your future journeys of learning and creation."
"The President is absolutely right!" Dean Tian Wenhua immediately agreed. "The Dance God's lecture has shown us the boundless potential of dance. It has also made us keenly aware of our greater responsibility as dance educators—to guide students in truly uncovering the essence of dance's charm."
The students nodded in agreement, their hearts filled with a renewed perspective and a burning passion for dance.
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