Huo Yimeng was quite elderly, and seeing him so excited, everyone was truly worried for him.
Now, as he stared at Ning Fan's facial features, he was even more certain than ever that Ning Fan was indeed his senior disciple.
"Senior disciple Ning, it's me, little Huo! I am little Huo!"
Tears nearly streamed down the old man's face as he excitedly tried to jog Ning Fan's memory.
"No way, could this old Huo be fake!"
"What kind of talk is that... pinch me, we must be dreaming!"
The crowd was utterly shocked by the old man's self-reference as "little Huo", a legend of the dance world, a living fossil, showing such respect in front of Ning Fan,
If this event hadn't unfolded before their eyes, they would never have believed it.
Some even thought it was a dream, a hallucination, that Huo Yimeng couldn't possibly do such a thing.
Zheng Wenxiu's face turned pale as she incessantly muttered, "It's over... it's all over..."
At that moment, Bai Yunxi looked at Ning Fan with even more complicated feelings.
"Little Huo? Big Huo? I'm not quite sure; I'm telling you, I've been putting up with you for a long time, don't push it too far, watch it or I'll flatten you..."
Ning Fan muttered, then glared, warning Huo Yimeng to better stay away from him.
At this, everyone rolled their eyes, astonished that he could address a master of the contemporary dance world in such a manner!
Even more unacceptable to them was that Huo Yimeng kept making a compensatory smile, constantly explaining himself, all the while fearing that he might upset Ning Fan.
"Kid, what is this attitude, do you know who you're talking to?!"
Shen Xuedong glared icily at Ning Fan, stepping forward to shout at him.
The more he thought, the weirder it felt; his master couldn't possibly be calling someone so young his senior disciple. There was definitely something wrong, his master must be getting muddled in his old age.
Seeing Ning Fan's attitude towards his master, Shen Xuedong couldn't hold back and reprimanded him loudly.
But then, something that totally baffled him happened—smack! He got slapped on the right cheek again.
Huo Yimeng looked furiously at his failing disciple, his heart nearly bursting with anger, his complexion worse than ever.
Shen Xuedong looked pitifully at Huo Yimeng, and then his gaze turned resentful towards Ning Fan.
"Get to the side, no respect, is this your place to speak?!"
Huo Yimeng glared at Shen Xuedong, who immediately tucked his tail and retreated behind him.
The crowd watched the scene in disbelief; Huo Yimeng was being so stern with his own disciple, all for Ning Fan, leaving everyone dumbfounded.
"Humph!" Xu Xiaoqing snorted, triumphantly lifting her little head, holding onto Ning Fan like a lovestruck teenager.
Wang Xiaodie and Zhou Jiangming exchanged glances, both stunned. Ning Fan was incredibly impressive, what kind of extraordinary creature was he? Apart from his formidable talents, now he was showing off his prowess in dance, constantly surprising everyone.
Moreover, Huo Yimeng, the living fossil of the dance world, was even calling Ning Fan his senior disciple, making them even more curious about Ning Fan's background.
At that moment, Master Huo explained again, "Brother Ning, we haven't seen each other for ten years. Do you really not remember me anymore?"
Ning Fan's heartbeat suddenly quickened, but his expression remained unchanged, as he continuously shook his head indicating he had no recollection whatsoever.
Having not seen each other for ten years, the Master Huo before him was so certain that he was his senior brother, which made Ning Fan's heart thunder.
"Brother Ning, look again, do you remember anything? I have always remembered you!"
Master Huo said anxiously, pointing to his face, hoping that Ning Fan would recognize something.
It wasn't that Master Huo had grown old and confused; he was truly certain that Ning Fan was his senior brother. Although Ning Fan's face had lost much of its youthful naivety compared to ten years ago, the contours had barely changed.
Ning Fan did not speak, but looked carefully at Master Huo, yet he had no impression at all.
He had no memories from ten years ago, but this old man before him claimed they had met, or rather, that he knew him, and he called him senior brother.
If that were indeed the case, perhaps this person knew about his identity back then?
Ning Fan had been constantly trying to find his lost memories, but now Master Huo appearing before him, claiming to know him and calling him senior brother, elicited no response from him.
At this, Ning Fan sighed inwardly, unsure whether to believe Master Huo or not.
"Ah, Brother, do you really not remember me?"
Master Huo sighed deeply, his face tinged with sadness.
The bystanders were also curious about the relationship between Master Huo and Ning Fan, but they absolutely dared not come forward to ask.
"It's over, times change. Ten years blink by, and so much has happened. It's normal if Brother Ning doesn't remember me; ten years might be too long!"
Master Huo shook his head, thinking that it was because the time was too long, which is why Ning Fan could not remember him, but he still remembered Ning Fan.
Ning Fan was his senior brother, so Master Huo still looked affectionately at Ning Fan and said, "Brother Ning, I wonder how you've been these past ten years and how you are doing now?"
"Brother Ning, if you have time, why not come and sit at my place? I've missed you terribly after ten years without seeing you!"
"Brother, do you still remember that year when we..."
Master Huo, calling him brother with each breath, made Ning Fan feel very awkward, and goosebumps arose all over his body!
Furthermore, an eighty-year-old man showing such respect to a young man created a strikingly incongruent image.
But Master Huo was not acting senile at this moment; instead, he looked very earnest.
Now, everyone looked at Ning Fan, thinking of how they had mocked him earlier; now their faces were continually flushing red, turning as red as a monkey's butt.
They used to say Ning Fan couldn't compare with Shen Xuedong; now that Master Huo had appeared and if Ning Fan's identity as his senior brother was confirmed, what was Shen Xuedong after all?
Especially since Shen Xuedong had been rude to his own senior elder, he would likely suffer a lot later.
The school leaders watched in surprise as Master Huo treated Ning Fan, calling him senior brother with great respect, and couldn't help but curiously look at Ning Fan, wondering who this young man really was to receive such an attitude from Master Huo!
"Enough, don't call me senior brother. Just call me Ning Fan; you're making my skin crawl!"
Ning Fan said, shivering involuntarily, while Master Huo became embarrassed at this moment.
"Master, you, you must be confused! How could this kid be your senior brother?"
It was then that Shen Xuedong stood out again, pointing his finger at Ning Fan's nose and solemnly speaking to Master Huo.
Master Huo's expression changed, and as he looked increasingly stern, everyone sympathetically watched Shen Xuedong, who had just foolishly stepped forward.