Zhang Qin smiled and asked Zhao An, "Zhao An, what kind of dance would you like to learn? Ballroom dancing, Latin dance, folk dance, or etiquette dance?"
Zhao An sized up the dance teacher before him. Her smile was sunny and bright, completely masking any hint of malice or darkness within her. "What dances do you know, teacher?"
"You know a little bit of everything, but are particularly skilled in street dance and hot dance. I used to work as an instructor at a dance institution, mainly teaching etiquette dance and stage dance, and occasionally street dance."
Zhang Qin said with some pride. Being able to master multiple dance styles was a talent in itself.
"Could you demonstrate a dance for me, teacher? I'd like to see it first."
"Learning dance is to find some inspiration. A scientist I respect once said that people need culture, art, and music. The more you explore, the broader your knowledge becomes, and the more you combine various kinds of knowledge—that's inspiration."
Zhao An's smile was radiant, without a hint of discomfort. Seeing his face was like a gentle breeze; this was a true man, and a captivating feeling began to spread.
Women would be captivated, men would be utterly awestruck.
Zhang Qin looked at Zhao An's smile and her heart skipped a beat; she felt a sudden jolt of love.
"Okay, what kind of dance would you like to see?"
"How about a high-energy dance? With your figure, teacher, you'll definitely look amazing. It'll be a visual feast, and I'm so lucky to see it."
Zhao An made this excessive request while praising her, his eyes lingering on Zhang Qin's figure.
This excessive behavior, surprisingly, felt perfectly harmonious—exactly harmonious.
Zhang Qin's pretty face flushed slightly. "Oh, no, teacher, I'm just average. Please wait a moment, I'll go change."
She hadn't originally intended to change, but Zhao An's praise had given her a sudden inspiration. Wanting to show off her stunning figure, she decided to change into a strapless top and hot pants—a very sexy outfit, befitting a hot girl.
A moment later, Zhang Qin emerged after changing her clothes. Wearing hot pants, a pair of long, slender, white legs appeared before one's eyes.
Her thighs were full and shapely, her calves graceful and straight, and she wore sneakers.
Her upper body was clad in a strapless top that barely contained her breasts, revealing a glimpse of her white abdomen. The outfit was revealing and provocative, typical of dance girls.
Even the female anchors in the dance area were no exception, making the scene quite exciting.
However, in reality, very little could be seen.
Her breasts were completely covered; not even a cleavage was visible.
Only her fair shoulders and beautiful legs were visible.
She revealed some, but not all.
It was this in-between effect that was most alluring.
"Teacher is so beautiful. Your boyfriend must be very happy. Okay, I'm ready. Please begin your performance."
Zhao An sat to the side, watching with great interest.
Actually, his true intentions were not what they seemed.
Dancing?
He'd seen it all before. Even pregnant female anchors would wear revealing clothes and pole dance for him, willing to do anything to please him.
Being a female anchor.
Especially the female anchors in the dance section; most of them weren't respectable people. Only a fool would believe them.
Who knows if they were prostitutes who had reformed? Anchors earn more than prostitutes, so why would they be prostitutes?
Zhang Qin had no idea what Zhao An was thinking.
She simply turned on some music, a Korean song, and started dancing.
Her dance moves were graceful, some even showcasing feminine allure—touching breasts, pleasuring her vulva.
These fleeting movements were incredibly stimulating, incredibly arousing.
Watching Zhang Qin's young body radiate youthful vitality…
Zhao An's crotch was already erect, but he didn't restrain himself, instead continuing to watch with great interest. Zhang Qin, while dancing, glanced at Zhao An and immediately blushed.
Because she saw Zhao An's undisguisedly large penis, making a tent-like bulge in his crotch—it was so big.
And it even bounced a few times.
The powerful movement made her blush furiously.
"How can this student be so big? It's too unscientific!"
Thinking to herself, she continued dancing, a sense of ambiguity spreading through her.
This kind of situation was difficult to handle; it was a matter of whether it would develop further.
If the student were an ordinary person, Zhang Qin would only feel disgust and end the dance training.
But the student was Zhao An, this student with immense power, a student even the principal had to give him face.
And according to the principal, if he was dissatisfied, the Education Bureau would directly intervene.
Thinking about it, it made sense. Such a genius, whose achievements were undeniable, why shouldn't he receive some privileges?
*Slap slap slap!*
Zhao An began clapping; he never hesitated to applaud the most exciting parts.
As the music progressed, Zhang Qin danced with increasing passion, her hair flowing freely, her slender waist swaying with astonishing elasticity.
She was incredibly flexible, even performing an exaggerated split with her legs slightly apart, her legs forming a perfect line across her body—a captivating pose that kept Zhao An mesmerized.
After a three-minute song, Zhang Qin was drenched in sweat, her pretty face flushed, looking incredibly adorable. "I'm done... Zhao An, what did you think?"
"It was simply delightful to watch, very good, excellent.
Next time my company has an event, I wonder if we could invite you to dance for us?
The fee would certainly be generous.
I'd love to see you dance again, teacher. You're so sexy and beautiful, here, wipe your sweat."
Zhao An handed her a towel, praising her while his eyes lingered on her breasts.
Zhang Qin's pretty face flushed as she accepted the towel. "Thank you. If you call me, I'll definitely come."
"Zhao An, you can always tell me if you want to learn dance."
"By the way, in two weeks, the teacher is getting married. Would you like to come for a drink at the wedding?"
She was subtly hinting at her upcoming marriage, and secondly, she wanted him to come and make her look good.
After all, if she could invite Zhao An, the principal would surely come too, which would be a great honor!
This was a clever plan, killing two birds with one stone.