Master Mo, Your Wife’s Multiple Identities Are Online Again

335 What Should I Do When I’m So Angry That I Want to Vomit Blood?

“She’s already made three mistakes,” Ain said.

Qian Qing replied, “I saw it too, although the movement wasn’t that precise. Her freestyle rap was also lacking in strength. But no matter what, she had done it. It’s already not easy for a newbie to reach this stage.”

Yu Qi and Zhang Yi did not know anything about dancing, so at first glance, the dance was a little intimidating. She felt that a dancer needed to be flexible, but Yu Qi did not think the dance was beautiful at all. It was just like Jin Xuan, who had twisted his body into all sorts of strange arcs, looking like an acrobatic.

Zhang Yi could not appreciate it at all, so he started to play with his phone in the dark.

Ain said, “Maybe she’s master’s fangirl. Because of this dance, she likes teacher. Many little girls want to be his disciple!”

Qian Qing immediately thought of Jing Di’s ice-cold face and couldn’t help but shiver. “That’s because they haven’t seen the world. How dare they like anyone? Why didn’t he go and find out what kind of person Jing Di was? I chased after him for three whole years before he reluctantly accepted me as his disciple. And I even feel like I was picked up. He doesn’t usually contact me.”

Ain nodded. that’s right. Master hates taking in disciples. Sigh, I feel like Su Yuan is going to lose!

While the two of them were chatting, Jin Xuan had finished his dance. She wiped the sweat off her forehead, turned around, and looked at Su Yuan with disdain. She said, word by word, “It, is, your, turn!” The smell of gunpowder was strong, and the war was imminent.

“Boss, good luck!”

“Boss, you can do it! You’re so good at dancing.”

“Boss…”

“Boss…”

Everyone in Class A stood up and gave Su Yuan a hug.

“Let’s hug more,” Jin Xuan sneered. in any case, one hug means one less hug.

Su Yuan glanced at her and didn’t say anything. She reached out and tidied her hair. The hairband fell into her palm, and her black hair fell down like a waterfall.

Mo Ting looked at Su Yuan from his mentor’s seat and squinted his eyes.

Su Yuan walked to the center of the venue and made a gesture to the staff. The moment the prelude started, Su Yuan entered the zone and did a few stretching moves.

The students who were still chattering and discussing just now suddenly quieted down and focused on watching the dance. For some reason, just by standing there, Su Yuan seemed to have more feelings than Jin Xuan. Jin Xuan was like an emotionless dancing machine, but Su Yuan was a living person, a living dancer. The melody started playing. It was clearly the same dance moves, but Su Yuan’s performance was much better than Jin Xuan’s.

Zhang Yi, who was secretly playing with his phone, suddenly put it down and looked at Su Yuan.

“Does Su Yuan dance better than Jin Xuan?” Yu Qi asked ain.

At this moment, Ain and Qian Qing were so shocked that they couldn’t say a word.

The melody slowly became strange, and someone exclaimed in a low voice, “Why is her freestyle rap different from Jinxuan’s?”

Qian Qing shot up from his seat and stared at Su Yuan in disbelief.

Ain, on the other hand, fumbled for his phone, turned on the camera mode, and pointed the camera at Su Yuan.

The six cameras in the room also turned to Su Yuan.

Su Yuan, who was on stage, was immersed in her dance and blocked out all the people and things around her. All she could hear was a chaotic and almost unorganized tune, but Jing Di had told her before that the highest level of dance was having a beat in the heart. As long as the beat was in your heart, the audience would be attracted by the dance moves displayed by the beat in your heart and forget the music in their ears.

She danced with her heart, using her body to express her feelings toward the song. The music slowly faded. Until the end, the entire rehearsal hall was silent.

Jing Di had taught her this dance once, and she had improvised freestyle in the middle. Jing Di had given her some advice during the last freestyle dance. This time, she had made some improvements based on his advice and felt that she had done better than the first time.

“What’s wrong with you guys?” Su Yuan’s breathing was steady, but she was panting a little.

Qian Qing and Ain looked at her in a daze, their expressions hard to describe.

After a long while, Qian Qing licked his dry lips and asked in a hoarse voice, “How many times have you learned this dance?”

“It’s my second time.” Su Yuan shook her head sincerely.

Qian Qing was speechless. There were no mistakes in the fixed movements. Even if he imitated Jing Di the whole time, there were times when the original freestyle could not keep up with the beat. Now, Su Yuan had actually changed all of them to his improvisational ideas? He was about to die of anger!

Ain thought, ‘I don’t need to be a mentor!’

The other students thought, “So brutal! Why did you ask us to participate in this talent show with Su Yuan? Is it to show how disharmonious our limbs are?”