Of the two documents in Chen Jincheng’s hands, the first was about including the "Divination Dance" in the catalog for the new 2019 edition of university dance department textbooks, followed by a confirmation letter.

Essentially, this meant that the editors for the university dance department textbooks had listed the "Divination Dance" as a candidate for next year’s new edition. If selected, it would officially be included in the new textbook being compiled for 2019.

The confirmation letter required his signature because they would be officially using the dance, which required consent from him as the original choreographer.

How could Chen Jincheng possibly hesitate over something like this? If it was successfully selected, it would be a huge boon for him, boosting his prestige and status in the dance world.

Seriously, with one of his dances selected for a university dance department textbook, even a star like Luo Xiaozhu wouldn’t dare question his expertise in dance.

Otherwise:

So you’re the Asian Dance King?

His dance was selected for the university dance department textbook!

So you’re a master choreographer?

His dance was selected for the university dance department textbook!

So you’ve won a ton of street dance awards?

His dance was selected for the university dance department textbook!

That’s just how it was. This single honor trumped everything else. Moreover, it was undoubtedly one of the highest achievements in the national dance industry.

He glanced at Huang Yanfang and the several members of the National Dance Association committee, and he got the picture. After all, making this happen would be hugely beneficial for Ganjiang University as well.

’For Principal Huang to bring me these documents, it must be a done deal, right?’

So, he went ahead and signed the confirmation letter.

Then he looked at the second document. It was an application to join the National Dance Association. A successful application would make him a member.

It wasn’t just any membership. This was a national-level dance association, one that very few people in the country could get into. Among the countless professionals in the dance industry nationwide, the number of members was small. Once you became a member, you automatically gained a quasi-public official status.

Take the so-called Asian Dance King, Luo Xiaozhu, for example—he didn’t even qualify to apply.

The application requirements stipulated that not only did one need to be a strong dancer, but one also had to have choreographed and performed a dance of sufficient influence.

Furthermore, the dance couldn’t be purely for entertainment; it needed to possess professionalism and artistic merit.

His "Divination Dance" certainly met this requirement.

But beyond that, the application conditions included over a dozen other requirements, such as a certain number of years working in the dance field, winning professional awards of a certain caliber, and spending a required amount of time on community dance outreach. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Simply put, Chen Jincheng met none of these requirements and was fundamentally ineligible to apply.

However, there was a special clause: if more than half of the National Dance Association’s committee members jointly recommended a candidate and the motion passed in a meeting, a special exception could be made.

’For Principal Huang to give him these documents, it must be a done deal too,’ he thought. ’This must be her way of thanking me for the buzz and the ’Divination Dance’.’

This was a huge boon for him.

It wasn’t that joining the National Dance Association would suddenly make him a top authority in dance, but rather that the quasi-official status it conferred would be a major plus for him when he later tried to secure membership status in Coastal City.

For an internet celebrity, having this kind of membership status would make all the difference.

"Thank you for your high regard, Principal Huang." Even though Chen Jincheng knew this was her way of repaying the favor, he thanked her sincerely before picking up a pen and filling out his information on the application form.

At the side, Li Suwan and several other teachers from the dance department watched this scene with envy.

Joining the National Dance Association was truly an aspiration for every professional in the dance industry, but they simply didn’t have the qualifications to apply.

Chen Jincheng finished filling out the application and handed it to Huang Yanfang. Afterward, the conversation at the table returned to dance, and specifically, to the "Divination Dance."

He Fang smiled and added, "I had the student union tally the ’Divination Dance’s’ popularity. Right now, the videos on Teacher Suwan’s, student Mu Xi’s, and the school’s official accounts have a combined total of over five million likes."

"Let it gain more traction overnight, and breaking ten million combined likes by tomorrow will be no problem. The ’Divination Dance’ and our Ganjiang University dance department will definitely be on the trending list tomorrow."

This news naturally made Huang Yanfang very happy. She immediately poured a glass of wine and said to Chen Jincheng, "Xiaochen, this is all thanks to you. I’ll toast to you."

In response to the principal’s toast, Chen Jincheng immediately raised his glass and drank with her. As he put his phone down on the table, he saw that he had received a message on WeChat.

It was from Li Suwan: "Chen Tongxue, thank you!"

’He knew what the young, married teacher meant. She was thanking him because the ’Divination Dance’ had blown up.’

’She’s being so formal,’ he thought.

He smiled and replied, "Teacher Li, some of my dance techniques are still lacking. If you really want to thank me, how about you give me some more tutoring sessions!"

Li Suwan instinctively glanced at him, naturally understanding what "tutoring sessions" implied.

Her eyes met Chen Jincheng’s for a moment, and then they both nonchalantly put their phones away.

The meal soon came to an end.

Chen Jincheng took Xiaoju back to the hotel.

Outside his door, just as Chen Jincheng was about to open it, he heard Xiaoju whisper, "Why don’t you just come to my room? It’ll save you a trip later!"

Chen Jincheng was conflicted. He had an arrangement with Li Suwan for tonight and didn’t know when she would arrive. His plan had been to wait for her in his own room.

But now that Xiaoju had extended the invitation, he couldn’t just ignore her.