Her Kindergarten is Full of Villainous Students

Almost everyone at Starry Sky Kindergarten was buzzing about Teacher Tang's pregnancy.

Teacher Tang and the gatekeeper Li Yi were both founders of the kindergarten.

Given their age, this baby was not easy to come by.

So, the colleagues at Starry Sky Kindergarten immediately elevated her to the highest care level.

Liu Chef was constantly coming up with delicious meals for her.

Doctor Lu was even seen carrying obstetrics books around as if he were preparing for a major exam.

Street dance instructor Qi Yuan noticed everyone bustling about, a slight smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

But soon, his thoughts turned to his own troubles, and his smile quickly faded.

He thought about hurrying back to the dance studio.

But just as he took a few steps, Liu Chef called out to him, "Hey, do you want something light today?" Qi Yuan and the classical dance instructor Wu Feng needed to maintain their figures.

They would go running after eating every day.

They were particularly diligent about it, prompting Liu Chef to prepare diet meals for them every now and then, sparing them the daily runs.

Liu Chef said, "You're so busy with all these classes and the pop-up store lessons. What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you!"

Qi Yuan was the only one Liu Chef would offer to cook for.

Qi Yuan was pleasantly surprised, "No need, I'll eat anything. You already have to cook for so many people, and making special meals is too much work."

Liu Chef replied, "Hey, it's no trouble at all. I enjoy cooking, and as long as you're eating well, that's what matters."

After a pause, Liu Chef added, "Young man, you're so handsome, don't be unhappy."

Qi Yuan was taken aback, then looked at Liu Chef and simply nodded, exchanging a few more words before almost fleeing the scene.

He had long been accustomed to responding to life with silence.

It was the first time someone close to him showed concern.

It almost made him cry.

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He had been a trainee for many years, used to being alone.

A little bit of kindness was enough to overwhelm him.

But he always wrapped himself up too tightly.

At Starry Sky, everyone frequently responded to him with kindness.

He was somewhat at a loss.

All he could do was dance even harder.

But he was actually very anxious, not expecting Liu Chef to notice even these subtle changes in his mood.

After a while, he returned to the dance studio.

He shared a large dance studio with Wu Feng, the classical dance instructor.

Although there were smaller studios available,

Having gotten used to the large studio, the smaller ones always felt too constricting.

He arrived just in time to see Wu Feng dancing in a long robe, his movements embodying the essence of traditional Chinese dance.

Every smile and gesture seemed naturally elegant.

Watching Wu Feng dance was always a special treat.

The two of them also partnered for runs.

Both had a need to stay fit, and somehow, their relationship had grown closer.

In the entire kindergarten, they had the best relationship.

However, their schedules often conflicted.

So, it was rare for them to be together in the dance studio.

Qi Yuan hadn't expected him to be there and paused briefly in surprise.

But he sat quietly on the side, not wanting to disturb, simply enjoying the performance.

Though his background was different, having seen classical dancers since his trainee days,

He knew those dancers were nowhere near Wu Feng's level.

After the dance, Qi Yuan handed Wu Feng a towel.

Wu Feng wiped off his sweat with the towel.

Qi Yuan took a few light breaths before speaking, "What's wrong with you? You seem a bit down lately."

Startled, Qi Yuan realized this was the second person to comment on his mood. Was it really that obvious?

After a moment of silence, Qi Yuan replied, "It's not that I'm unhappy."

Such things shouldn't be discussed with colleagues.

It could lead to rumors that he was disloyal.

Yet, his colleagues cared so much that they even noticed the slightest changes in his mood.

Brushing them off felt somewhat dishonest.

He truly wanted to be part of this big community.

Finally, Qi Yuan decided to share his recent troubles: "I've been contacted by a show recently. It's a street dance program!"

He had been dancing street dance for over ten years and had been a lead dancer in his team.

With some fame online, the show invited him to compete as a contestant.

The street dance show was already in its fifth season.

Among enthusiasts, it was highly regarded.

Securing a good position could mean recognition as a top dancer in the street dance community.

This opportunity was offered by an old entertainment industry contact.

The old contact hoped he would return to the entertainment scene.

The current buzz was fleeting.

And with his fanbase, the monetization was still minimal.

With some management, he could even earn millions per month.

But it required signing with an agency and a financial contract.

The old contact hadn't expected to catch a big fish by releasing a batch of unprofitable small fries.

The old contact was very enthusiastic, even bringing up contract dissolution.

He mentioned how they had hired professional dance instructors and invested a lot in them.

And it was a free contract dissolution, a rather conscientious practice in the entertainment industry.

If he returned, it would be better than starting anew, continuing with their company.

Wu Feng listened intently and asked, "So, do you want to go?"

"I don't want to."

It was Starry Sky Kindergarten that had brought him such fame and fortune.

If he left now, they wouldn't even have a backup teacher.

He couldn't just walk away after everything they had given him.

Moreover, the people at Starry Sky Kindergarten were really good to him.

This familial feeling made it hard for him to leave.

Wu Feng said, "Then don't go."

A simple statement made Qi Yuan smile, "Right! It's such a simple decision. Go if you want, stay if you don't."

Yet, it had become a heavy burden, circling in his mind for days.

He didn't want to go, but he also feared offending people. In the entertainment industry, you never know when you might need someone. It was really troubling him.

After Wu Feng spoke, Qi Yuan finally relaxed, "Alright, I know now. I don't even know what to eat for lunch today."

Wu Feng's expression changed, "I really can't keep gaining weight. I'm planning to increase my running from 5 kilometers to 10."

Qi Yuan laughed, "Count me in."

With that, the conversation opened up, and Qi Yuan flatly refused to participate in the show.

But he had a group chat with former teammates.

Since everyone had gone their separate ways, it had been a long time since anyone had spoken in it.

The last time they spoke was two years ago, and just now, a message popped up in the group chat: "Are you guys going to the street dance? Brother Li contacted me."

Qi Yuan didn't respond, but he was quickly tagged.

After all, his dance skills were among the best in the entire team.

Qi Yuan said, "I was invited, but I didn't go."

"Why not go?"

Everyone else chimed in. After all, the entertainment industry is really lucrative.

It's no wonder everyone is trying their hardest to get in.

Fame and fortune are truly enticing.

And many idols have gone there. Maybe a comeback could make one famous.

Qi Yuan remained silent; what he had achieved was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

But soon, a former teammate got in touch, saying, "Lin is planning to go."

He just responded with an "Oh."

Lin had recently been to a nightclub to dance, performing those sexy, borderline dances quite well.

He was quite famous in the circle.

But if he went back,

That past little circle would become his dark history.

The group initially wanted to gossip, but seeing his lack of interest, they shifted the conversation to other topics, even proposing a get-together for a barbecue.

Back when they were a group, there were some disagreements among the team members.

But as time passed, everyone went their separate ways, and now they found themselves nostalgic for the old days.