Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 24 If you're not a teacher, who can handle this...?

Teacher Meng nodded: "Clear tone, genuine emotion. Technique can be practiced, but this sincerity is rare. Keep it up. Sit down."

Jiang Li sat down, a rare smile appearing on his face.

"Xiao Zhao".

Xiao Zhao stood up. Her pure yet sexy curves, accentuated by the knitted slip dress, were dazzling in the sunlight. She sang a popular song, "Later."

Her voice was sweet and soft, with a touch of girlish charm.

When she sang "Later, I finally learned how to love," a hint of melancholy flashed in her eyes. Her peach blossom eyes were watery, melting the hearts of many male students.

After listening, Teacher Meng nodded: "Your tone is sweet, and your emotional expression is good. It's just that your breath control is a bit weak. Practice your diaphragmatic breathing more. Sit down."

Xiao Zhao stuck out her tongue, looking charming and adorable. After sitting down, she patted her chest, causing the full curves of her breasts beneath the neckline of her halter dress to tremble slightly.

"Shen Li".

Shen Li jumped to his feet. He was prepared; he took a deep breath and began to sing: "We workers have power! Hey! We workers have power!"

His voice was booming and full of energy, so loud that Jing Yang next to him covered his ears.

The whole class was stunned for half a second, and then burst into laughter.

Teacher Meng was also taken aback for a moment, then her lips twitched slightly: "...You're quite creative."

"Teacher Meng, I think the most important thing about singing is to have energy! Strength! Spirit!"

Shen Li spoke nonsense with a straight face, "Besides, my grandfather was an old worker, I call this carrying on the tradition!"

On the surface, he looked righteous, but in his heart he was thinking: "Little brat, trying to put me to the test?" My shout not only demonstrated my "lung capacity" and established my "down-to-earth" persona, but also enlivened the classroom atmosphere. It was a perfect triple win!

A complex look flashed in Teacher Meng's eyes: "...Sit down. Although the song choice was...unusual, the breath control was indeed decent. Next time, choose a more normal one."

"Okay! Thank you, Teacher Meng!" Shen Li sat down happily.

Jing Yang leaned closer and whispered, "Holy crap, Shen Li, you're really something! 'We Workers Have Strength'? Why don't you sing 'The East Is Red'?"

"What do you know? This is called differentiated competition," Shen Li said smugly. "Everyone sings love songs, but I sing revolutionary songs. How could Teacher Meng not remember me?"

"...Li'er, you're a real genius with that brain of yours." Jing Yang was impressed.

Roll call continued. Shen Li listened to the other students singing while observing Teacher Meng.

This Ms. Meng, although she appears to be a mature and sophisticated woman, demonstrates exceptional professional competence, sharp insight, and a willingness to mince words in her critiques. She can instantly distinguish between those with genuine talent and those who are merely putting on a show.

This kind of teacher is the hardest to fool, but also the most worthwhile to follow. Because she has real expertise.

Shen Li silently labeled Teacher Meng: "Vocal teacher Meng Sihan, mature and sophisticated, SSR figure, SSR professional skills, gentle on the outside but strong on the inside, sharp comments. Coping strategy: study hard, avoid being cunning, and appropriately show an image of 'hard work and ambition'."

After roll call, Teacher Meng began the formal lesson. She explained the principles of vocalization, breath control, and resonance points. She demonstrated as she spoke.

When she demonstrated how to pronounce it, she completely changed.

She tilted her head back slightly, opened her chest, and exerted her abdominal muscles, releasing a string of beautiful and melodious syllables from her throat, clear, bright, and full of power.

Because of the need to speak, the rise and fall of her chest became more obvious. The full curves of her chest, wrapped in a white shirt, rose and fell gently with the rhythm of her breathing, and the outline of the black lace was faintly visible under the fabric.

Wide-leg pants couldn't hide the rounded curves of her hips, especially when she stood sideways to demonstrate, her S-shaped figure was simply breathtaking.

All the boys in the class (and maybe some girls too) couldn't help but look at her.

While trying to concentrate on "sinking the breath to the dantian," Shen Li was mentally ranting:

This class is a damn dual instruction in "vocal skills" and "physical fitness"! You have to learn vocal techniques on one hand, and resist "visual distractions" from the teacher on the other. It's such a test of willpower!

Out of the corner of his eye, Jing Yang glanced at the side; his eyes were practically popping into Teacher Meng's collar. Yang Yi's face was flushed red; he stared at his textbook, not daring to look up.

Dai Xiao... Dai Xiao was actually taking notes seriously, but Shen Li noticed that his handwriting was a little shaky.

"Alright, now pair up and listen to each other's breathing, try to find the feeling of your breath sinking down." Teacher Meng assigned the task, "One person lies flat, and the other puts their hand on the other person's abdomen and feels the rise and fall of their breath."

Another commotion erupted in the classroom.

Lying flat on your back? Touching your stomach? This...

Shen Li and Jing Yang automatically teamed up. Jing Yang lay down first, and Shen Li placed her hand on his stomach.

"Inhale...exhale..." Shen Li instructed.

Jingyang's belly was soft and saggy, it would bulge out a little when he inhaled and deflate when he exhaled, with a pitifully small range of motion.

"Young Master Jing, your aura is way too weak! How can you play Romeo with that?" Shen Li complained.

"What do you know! This is called chest breathing, it has an aristocratic feel!" Jing Yang retorted stubbornly.

"Well, with your aristocratic air, you'll have a hard time even performing a breathless scene on stage later."

It was Shen Li's turn to lie down. He took a deep breath, his abdomen bulging out forcefully, and then slowly exhaled, his abdomen gradually deflating in a large and steady motion.

Jing Yang placed his hand on his stomach, looking surprised: "Holy crap, is your stomach an air sac? It can inflate so much!"

"This is called diaphragmatic breathing, which Teacher Meng just taught me," Shen Li said proudly. "You should save your aristocratic breathing for Juliet."

While she was practicing, Teacher Meng came over. She squatted down and looked at Shen Li: "Shen Li, your breathing is good. Try again. This time, when you exhale, make a 'hiss' sound and try to prolong it as much as possible."

Shen Li did as instructed. She took a deep breath and then slowly hissed, the sound steady and long.

Suddenly, Teacher Meng reached out and placed her hand on Shen Li's abdomen. Her palm was warm and soft, and the pressure was just right.

Shen Li jolted awake, almost choking.

"Don't be nervous, keep going." Teacher Meng's voice was right next to my ear, "Feel the breath coming out from here, little by little."

Her hand was placed three inches below Shen Li's navel, and she gently pressed down with his breathing.

The touch was warm and slightly pressured, like a piece of warm jade pressed against my lower abdomen, with a warm current spreading from my lower abdomen to my limbs and bones.

What's worse, because she was squatting and leaning slightly forward, the collar of her white shirt drooped naturally, revealing her deep cleavage and the outline of the black lace to Shen Li without any reservation.

Two full, round, snow-white mounds, barely encased in black lace, rose and fell gently with her breath.

Shen Li felt her blood pressure spike, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.

He tried to keep his breathing steady, but the hissing sound clearly started to tremble. Who else but a teacher could withstand this?