The dance hall was filled with the heavy sound of the new track, a fast-paced beat that made the floor vibrate. Ningning was right there in the middle, repeating the steps with precision and an intensity that clashed with the slight smile on her face. Between choreography, she would pause for a second, wipe the sweat from her forehead, and blurt out, with a touch of irony: "If I mess up now, I swear this song will become a laugh remix."

As the crew watched, she gave that "I'm tired, but I'm going to kill it" look, pulled her hair back, and started the sequence again, full of energy and focus. It wasn't just about the music video; it was about showing that she wasn't there just to shine on stage—she was there to dominate the entire game.

Even with the intense rhythm, Ningning managed to maintain a lightheartedness. Between synchronized movements, she flashed quick glances and expressions that made it clear: she knew she had talent, but she also didn't let the work take away from the fun. After all, in dance as in life, it was the balance between sweat and smile that made it all worth it.