…At the same time, after Jiang Cheng had given Jiang Churan another ruthless lesson, he finally walked out with her.
After getting out of the car at the Dance Academy, Jiang Churan sweetly slipped her arm through Jiang Cheng's.
"You're really coming into the studio with me?"
Jiang Cheng glanced at her still-flushed face. "Didn't you say I could?"
Jiang Churan nodded. "You can, I just thought you might be bored." She shot him a sly look. "Wait—our practice room is packed with gorgeous Girls. You probably won't be bored at all."
By the time they finished talking, they'd reached the studio door.
Before Jiang Cheng could retort, Shen Shuang's voice drifted out.
"Ranran, you're finally here… Who's bored?"
Jiang Churan giggled. "I told him our school is full of beauties, so keeping me company won't be boring."
The words had barely left her mouth when Shen Shuang, in her dance leotard, jogged up panting.
Her sharp bob and skin-tight practice gear looked crisp—
except the snug cut only emphasized how flat her chest was.
Jiang Cheng didn't take the bait.
He spread his hands innocently. "Did you forget I've visited before? A bunch of A-cup Girls feigning ults—nothing worth watching."
At first the two Girls didn't catch the jab; only when Xu Yan trotted over did they realize what he meant.
Those bouncing, outrageous curves were no A-cup—they were a solid G.
Jiang Cheng was right: lifelong dancers are usually flat.
But Xu Yan and Jiang Churan were the exceptions.
Xu Yan had only squeaked into the Dance Academy's classical-dance major by sheer luck,
which was why her technique scores were abysmal.
Jiang Churan blushed and shot Jiang Cheng a coy glare, while Shen Shuang, stung, instinctively puffed out her chest—
then, feeling nothing but flatness, deflated and retorted with her neck stiff.
"Quit spouting nonsense! Not everyone here's like that—Xu Yan isn't flat!"
Xu Yan hadn't heard Jiang Cheng's comment.
She glanced at the three of them, puzzled. "What's this about? I just got here. And big boobs are genetic—what's so great about being flat anyway?"
With that she gave a proud bounce.
The bounce made Shen Shuang snap: "Keep shaking and I'll pound those things till they squirt tonight!"
Xu Yan ducked behind Jiang Churan. "What did I do?" She looked at Jiang Cheng. "Boss, what did you say to set Shuang off?"
Jiang Cheng coughed and changed the subject. "No idea… I was just explaining how special our Ranran is to me."
Jiang Churan blushed and rolled her eyes.
"Enough sweet talk. Wait here—only us three this morning. We'll practice a bit, then grab lunch…"
Shen Shuang and Xu Yan clicked their tongues.
"Practice? Can you even move?"
Teased, Jiang Churan turned crimson. Without answering she peeled off her jacket and dropped into a backbend.
"Not even a warm-up and you're going this hard…"
Watching the Girls show off, Jiang Cheng suddenly felt Jiang Churan and Zhou Ying still had untapped potential.
He hadn't tried that backbend position yet—odd-looking but exotic. Soon the clock slid to noon.
When Jiang Churan changed, Jiang Cheng slung an arm over her shoulder and asked the other two, "Lunch, together?"
"No, no!" Shen Shuang waved, grinning. "We're not tagging along—lovebirds go be romantic alone!"
She hadn't forgotten kissing Jiang Cheng outside the bar restroom two nights ago.
Dancing in front of him was awkward enough; eating together felt weirder.
With Shen Shuang out, Xu Yan didn't want to tag along either. "Exactly. We've already robbed Boss of solo appreciation time—won't crash lunch too."
Jiang Churan stamped her foot, flustered. "You two!"
Jiang Cheng chuckled and ruffled her hair.
"I booked us that new Lychee Hotpot southside—air-flown fresh ingredients. Just us two, then…"
At "Lychee Hotpot" Shen Shuang and Xu Yan's eyes lit up.
They'd heard of it: premium everything, a single broth pot cost over a grand—luxury.
Shen Shuang held steady, but Xu Yan cracked.
"Lychee Hotpot?!"
Her eyes went round; the Girl who'd refused to be a third wheel now bounded over.
"Shuang, have you tried it? Supposed to be amazing…"
Shen Shuang shot her a glare. "See? Hear food and you lose it. Bottom of the technique rankings yet still stuffing your face—no self-awareness."
Jiang Cheng stared at Xu Yan, stunned. "Dead last in technique class?"
A side glance had made her dancing seem decent.
Then again, maybe he'd focused on the jiggling upstairs and missed the details. Xu Yan pouted. "Not my fault—injury break plus that acting gig you got me, I fell behind. Gravity keeps dragging me down; dancing's harder for me!"
Shen Shuang didn't spare her. "Please. Even without those, with your body you'd lag behind sooner or later."
"Pfft, you underestimate me. Ranran's busty and she's famous…"
"Ranran's one in a million. Us average folk can't compare."
Jiang Churan laughed behind her hand. "It's not that dramatic, but Yan Yan, you really should control your body-fat rate. You're improving fast—maybe you'll make the cut this term."
Xu Yan shrugged. "Forget it. No big dreams left—just graduate normally."
Jiang Cheng studied her.
She was one of those slim-but-voluptuous types—perfect curves.
He knew Dance Academy Girls couldn't afford fat,
but slimming this figure felt like wrecking a masterpiece.
"She needs to lose weight?" he blurted.
Shen Shuang rolled her eyes. "Duh. Classical and ballet demand extreme line and control. Big chest equals top-heavy—jumps and turns get sloppy and injury-prone, shortens a career."
Jiang Churan nodded. "And we keep body-fat super low to show tight muscle lines…"
Breast tissue is mostly fat; low body-fat equals smaller breasts—she left that unsaid with the two of them listening.
Xu Yan sighed. "School's brutal—strict weight brackets by height. We diet forever, zero high-cal junk."
Shen Shuang chimed in, blunt as ever.
Mainly she wanted Jiang Cheng to understand her own flatness.
"Exactly! Train and diet like this—how much fat can stick to your chest? Calling us A-cups is easy from the sidelines!"
Jiang Cheng nodded, enlightened, then teased, "So you dancers sacrifice your 'assets' for art?"