Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 330 - 325: Extremely High Consistency (5)

But dance cannot be imagined out of thin air.

Before Master Y’s movements were entered into programming, Maison Yan II invited many masters of robotic dance to give a "demonstration" to Master Y.

The movements had to be cool and dazzling, yet not too difficult.

After all, Master Y still hadn’t achieved human-level flexibility.

Before Master Y "learned" all the movements, Yan Yan had already mastered every single move she was going to make.

Yan Yan was a nit-picky designer, She had been very busy recently, but how could she know whether the robotic dances Robot Brothers designed for Master Y met the "coolest" standard if she didn’t learn the moves herself first?

Yan Yan learned robotic dance purely for the show on July 7.

After she had learned her part, Yan Yan had never, not even considered showing it off in front of others.

The "Evil Spirit" robotic dance was clearly deliberately mimicking the routine that Master Y had performed at the press conference before.

But the Tattooed man had never seen these movements assembled from scratch, so his imitation had the form, but lacked the essence.

It was significantly worse than the freestyle street dance he had just improvised.

When Yan Yan saw "Evil Spirit" begin to dance Master Y’s routine, she naturally joined in.

Under the atmosphere of the moment, Yan Yan had no chance to feel the slightest bit embarrassed.

Yan Yan dancing a robotic dance with the hip-hop singer was somewhat of an awkward dance.

Having come to a gathering of people who were there because they liked her brand, Yan Yan was unwittingly swept up in the crowd’s passion and striking unity.

After the "awkward dance" ended, Yan Yan realized she was in the innermost circle of the crowd, and many people were holding their phones, recording her.

Were they taking photos, shooting videos, or live-streaming?

Yan Yan immediately recognized a serious problem.

She had a feeling that she might have gotten a bit too high off the moment.

It wasn’t that Yan Yan was worried about whether her dancing looked cool enough to be seen.

Rather, if Yan Yan and the singer-songwriter ranked tenth did a "joint live-stream" in Rockefeller Center’s sunken plaza in New York, it would be as if they were openly confirming the conspiracy theories as fact—their intentions as clear as daylight.

And sure enough, after the "joint live-stream" concluded, the popularity of the rugged-looking, shy-speaking, energetic-dancing, emotionally-singing hip-hop singer soared.

Yan Yan’s "meticulous plan" to help the tenth-ranked contestant win the championship—an act of "misconduct"—was carried out with no signs of hiding without any warning or preparation.

The members of YY fan club all shared high consensus, but not every fan was necessarily a member of the fan club.

There were many noncommittal "melon-eating fans" online who hadn’t planned on coming to the event but saw Yan Yan dancing in the plaza.

To show their support for the brand’s creative director, these individuals collectively decided to vote for "Evil Spirit", whom they pointedly wanted to endorse. They worked together to help the currently tenth-ranked hip-hop singer make a spectacular comeback.

Yan Yan returned to the restaurant, just sat down to eat.

In these less than 20 minutes, the tenth place had already risen to the sixth, and it was anybody’s guess what the final result could be.

Yan Yan was actually scared by this person; she really had no intention of campaigning for "Evil Spirit".

But by this time, it was already too late for Yan Yan to step forward and explain; if she went and told others that she was the least hopeful for the New York singer to win the championship, she would just seem more suspect.

Not to mention others not believing it, after watching the videos filmed by fans, even Yan Yan herself wouldn’t believe she hadn’t shown any particular favoritism to the singer-songwriter assigned to New York’s "brand song".

In less than half an hour, curses were already flooding the internet.

At this point, those who started berating were Yan Yan’s loyal fans, all of whom disbelieved conspiracy theories and had been steadfastly supporting her.

Many among them had been chosen by a "local" singer as peers in the industry.

If that singer achieved first place, they were supposed to live stream their joint trip to New York to receive the award on a private jet.

As soon as Yan Yan finished dancing, she realized she had made a huge blunder.

Before things worsened, she had to find a way to resolve this.

Yan Yan first called Ye Mo.

"Ye Mo, do you want to come back to New York?

If the crowd in Miami is about the same as usual, you don’t need to stay there in person, do you?

I’ve noticed that people here are starting to get a bit too numerous.

They’re not lined up outside the store anymore; they’ve now occupied the sunken plaza." Yan Yan spoke with more worry in her tone than anything else.

"Who told you it’s about the same as usual?" Ye Mo responded as if he had heard major news.

"Didn’t you say it yourself? Or has my understanding dropped below average intelligence today?" Yan Yan had only called Ye Mo when there were no queues outside the New York store.

But she didn’t feel very confident as she asked these two questions, after all, she had just convinced herself that an extremely shy fan was about to come and "shoot" her.

"I said it’s about the same as usual when we first opened, meaning just now, it was already as busy as it was during our previous openings.

By the time we reopen tomorrow, there will definitely be a lot more people.

Originally, although there were many people here, everything was well-organized and orderly.

I don’t know what happened 20 minutes ago, but it’s starting to get rowdy now.

I’ve got to go now, if it kicks off again, we’ll be calling the police over.

Don’t even think about opening in Miami tomorrow," Ye Mo finished and hung up.

Clearly, the situation on-site was not optimistic.

An abrupt disturbance occurred 20 minutes prior.

Ye Mo had no idea what was going on, but Yan Yan, the principal culprit, could not possibly be uninformed.

The situation was worse than Yan Yan had imagined.

If Yan Yan hadn’t been scared at first, she would definitely have been able to predict such a consequence before it happened.

However, due to her desire to make amends to the fan she had misunderstood, Yan Yan readily agreed to their sincere wish to "scold" her in person.

Really...

After criticizing herself, Yan Yan made a call to the "Robot Brothers."

She asked them to help and urgently broadcast a message to every registered fan of Y·Y through Master Y.

This message concerned the bounties for Y·Y brand songs and specific follow-up arrangements.

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