Chapter 222: Hidden Talent (2/2)

Wang Tong looked around and found that everyone's eyes were filled with sincere anticipation. He knew that he had already walked into a trap and it was too late to pull out.

”Be a man, do the right thing! Don't let these sons of b*tches look down on you, boss!” Karl yelled at him while smiling knowingly at the attractive looking girl beside him.

‘Curse you, Karl! I thought we were friends.” Wang Tong screamed in his mind.

”Fine, I can dance, but no one is allowed to record!”

Mike was stunned when he first saw the video recording. He was convinced that he saw not only dance moves, but also strength, passion, and art!

Many people looked down on an artist and considered their creations useless. But they didn't realize the amount of care and effort the artist had poured into their work, as they were driven by the will of creating something perfect. Even Mike knew that his work was not yet complete; it lacked a particular power or strength.

Mike was not looking for money nor fame, he had both already. What he was looking for was a muse. He had found his muse in Wang Tong's dance video. Wang Tong's moves were raw but powerful, and filled to the brim with emotion. The brilliant performance made Mike doubt if Wang Tong was actually a choreographic master.

The music rose at one snap of Mike's finger. The theater workers brought Wang Tong a set of more comfortable clothes to change to, but Wang Tong politely refused; he didn't want to put in too much effort anyway.

Wang Tong stood at the center of the stage motionlessly as the rest of the people waiting. Some workers were not happy with a young boy interrupting their work, but they had already gotten used to the eccentricity of Mike as it was not the first time they had to accept his bizarre requests.

Mike folded his arms in front of him and waited restlessly. Five minutes later, Wang Tong still didn't make a single move, and his audience wondered if he had gotten stage fright.

Wang Tong was not suffering stage fright. Instead, he was finding the right feeling. He knew he could do it, but for some reason, he felt his whole body was frozen, and he could not even move a toe.

Mike seemed to have noticed the problem and took control of the DJ pit. The music changed suddenly as the pitch soared higher and higher before it took a sudden plunge. The virtual environment around the stage had also transformed into a jungle scenery. The music was laced with the roars of Zergs and the sound of iron and blood.

”That was it! that's the feeling!”

On the stage, Wang Tong started to move.

Suddenly Wang Tong was no longer a student, but he had become a jungle warrior, fighting countless Zergs by himself.

Wang Tong's dance originated from the moves of military training, and these were highly difficult moves that only a few dancers could achieve.

The music's tempo took a turn, and so did Wang Tong's hallucination. He had become a Zerg and was roaring bloodthirstily at the deep thicket.

Wang Tong smelled the promise of danger, hunger, and blood, and the smell reminded him the days on Norton. The survival instinct kicked in and Wang Tong felt like his heart was about to explode out from his chest.

Soldier - never look back!

Fighting - the last battle!

Mike looked like he was in a trance as his body trembled with the fast-paced beats. He had been the best DJ of the world. Otherwise, he would not be able to match his music with Wang Tong's passion.

On - the last battle

Meet - the unstoppable trample!

The music stopped, and Wang Tong ended his dance with a slightly slanted stance. Time seemed to have stopped as the performance stole everyone's breath away.

Even Apache was impressed and deeply moved by Wang Tong's emotion although Apache knew nothing about dancing.

”That was ... awesome! Boss, you should really consider switching your profession.”

Zhou Yiyi's eyes gleamed. She could feel that Wang Tong had understood her pursuit and desire for delivering a perfect performance. Although many people called her a ”pretty doll” because of her profession, deep down, she knew that every job was the same and deserved respect.

A soul-crushing shriek suddenly shot through the entire theater and startled even Wang Tong. It was the sound of Mike crying.

Mike's eyes were filled with tears, and he stared at Wang Tong unblinkingly. Somehow Mike's stare made Wang Tong feel a sense of chill.

”Um... thank you for the stage Director, Mike. I will be going home now.”

”Ahh! Don't go, Wang Tong. Please! Do stay. What do you want? Tell me… I can give you anything you want!” Mike shrieked as he chased after Wang Tong off the stage.

Mike stopped when he saw Zhou Sisi and said to her, ”Aren't you Yiyi's sister? Do you know Wang Tong well? Please do help to make Wang Tong stay with me. He is my muse!”

Zhou Sisi was caught off guard. She widened her eyes in surprise and shook her head ”I can't make him do anything.”

”I don't mean to crush your dream, but our boss is the future of the Confederation, and we all need him.” Karl pouted and said.

Everyone nodded. They found it hard to connect Wang Tong's artistic side with his unsophisticated look and mind.