Min Jun paced before a lineup of ten boys who ranged from chin height all the way down to an ankle-biter who looked like he might be out of diapers, but there was no way he was a high school kid.
"Fei, Fei! I thought this class was for high school students."
From across the room, a string bean of a man in gray sweats and a Nike T-shirt grunted. "He is."
Min Jun stood before the youngster. "Boy, how old are you?"
"Ten, sir."
"What's your name?"
"Dillon."
"Are you in the right class? Wouldn't you be happier in a class with kids your age?"
"I'm used to hanging with older kids. Sometimes they can keep up. Sometimes not."
"Oh really? Your dancing is that good."
"Yes sir."
