At first, Ning Fan, who had overshadowed him, was ignored by Shen Xuedong, but after being provoked repeatedly, the fury in Shen Xuedong's heart could no longer be contained.
Finally, when Ning Fan quietly told him that if he was scared, he could also whisper it to Ning Fan, Shen Xuedong erupted in the face of such humiliation.
"Kid, if you can beat me, I'll take you as my master!"
A fierce light shone in Shen Xuedong's eyes as he looked at Ning Fan with astonishment and anger.
The whole audience was in an uproar—was Shen Xuedong truly going to compete with Ning Fan?
No, that's not quite right. Looking at Shen Xuedong's tone, to be precise, it seemed that Shen Xuedong was furiously embarrassed and wanted to issue a challenge to Ning Fan.
"No way, is Teacher Shen really going to compete with this guy?"
"Is it necessary? Just call security to kick the guy out, and that's that, isn't it?"
"But it's also good this way, lest this guy doesn't shed tears until he sees the coffin. If we don't deal with him, he gets even more excited. Does he really think this is a place for square dancing?"
The students of the dance department discussed animatedly, and due to Shen Xuedong's remarks, the whole venue suddenly got lively.
Zheng Wenxiu was astonished, hardly able to believe that Shen Xuedong had actually agreed to the contest.
"Teacher Shen, we already have so little time for rehearsal. You're wasting time , is it really..."
Zheng Wenxiu's face showed displeasure. Ning Fan was causing trouble, just kick him out, and that would be the end of it. To actually engage with him was wasting even more time.
She truly didn't understand what was going on with Shen Xuedong. Couldn't he differentiate which issues were more important?
"This matter doesn't concern you guys; it's my personal affair!"
Shen Xuedong looked at Zheng Wenxiu impatiently. The latter's face darkened as she glared at him angrily, and Ning Fan also received the brunt of her ire.
Zheng Wenxiu scoffed coldly; in that case, she would just wait and see a joke unfold.
After that, Zheng Wenxiu kept quiet, instead watching Shen Xuedong and Ning Fan with a cold eye, prepared to see what kind of farce the two would create.
On the side, Bai Yunxi held her forehead, watching Ning Fan with a mix of headache and complex emotions in her beautiful eyes.
"Kid, if you win, I'll take you as my master, but if you lose, brace yourself for the consequences, hmph!"
Shen Xuedong snapped coldly and walked over to the sound engineer, said something behind his back, and occasionally cast cold glances at Ning Fan.
About a minute later, Shen Xuedong walked to the center of the stage, with the elegant music starting, he put on a serious expression and began to dance.
It started with the Latin dance, transitioning with the music to flamenco, and thereafter, his dance continued to change, his graceful figure capturing the attention of everyone present.
Shen Xuedong's fame was indeed no fluke; his performance featured more than a dozen different dance styles, not only including some well-known dances but also some ethnic dances.
As the music became more and more intense, Shen Xuedong's speed and movements grew increasingly wild, prompting some female students to scream uncontrollably.
Once the piece concluded, Shen Xuedong remained still in his final, elegant pose, his performance of melding over a dozen different dances amazed everyone.
The students from the dance department couldn't help but clap, the applause echoing over the venue.
Even Zheng Wenxiu, who had been watching dispassionately from the side, couldn't help but join in the clapping.
Bai Yunxi sighed helplessly. Shen Xuedong was indeed impressive; as a rising star who had started out in dancing, her heart was filled with mixed feelings, and likewise, Bai Yunxi was annoyed by Shen Xuedong's arrogance.
"Teacher Shen is truly impressive, blending more than a dozen dances and connecting them so perfectly!"
"Yeah, I've learned something new today."
"Hehe, look at that guy. He probably doesn't even know what dance Shen Teacher is doing!"
"Just wait for the joke to happen, maybe that person will perform a square dance for us later!"
The students from the dance department were now setting their sights on Ning Fan, who stood by, unmoved.
They were just waiting to see Ning Fan's blunder.
In the audience, Xu Xiaoqing had her hands pressed together, praying for Ning Fan.
At that moment, Ning Fan looked towards Bai Yunxi, ignoring everyone else and, once again, disregarding Shen Xuedong and his group.
Shen Xuedong was so angry that he was gnashing his teeth, but he thought about how Ning Fan was bound to make a fool of himself later, and he couldn't help but sneer.
Bai Yunxi felt Ning Fan's gaze on her, and her face turned white, then red, as she looked at Ning Fan with apparent displeasure.
In the audience, Xu Xiaoqing, seeing that Ning Fan hadn't made a move for a long time, couldn't help but shout loudly, "Can you do it or not?"
Xu Xiaoqing was anxious, her pretty face devoid of any color, as she looked at Ning Fan with unparalleled worry.
Everyone thought Xu Xiaoqing was one of them, just impatient to see Ning Fan embarrass himself, and so they started to heckle along.
Hearing the surrounding boos, Ning Fan swept back his fringe and turned around flirtatiously, laughing, "A man cannot say he can't, even if he can't, he must!"
People had a look of incredulity, giving Ning Fan weird looks.
"Hmph, you'll make a fool of yourself, and now it's your turn!"
Shen Xuedong smirked on the side, urging Ning Fan to hurry onto the stage.
Ning Fan glanced at him, took out a cigarette and put it to his mouth, indifferently replying, "Trash dance, dirties the eyes, not a bit of feeling."
Shen Xuedong was furious, his finger trembling as he pointed at Ning Fan.
However, Ning Fan ignored him and instead affected an expression of loftiness, with one hand still fumbling in his pocket.
But after searching for quite a while, he couldn't find his lighter, and people were confused by his actions, not understanding what he was doing.
"Hey, can anyone lend me a light?"
Ning Fan spread out his hands, a sheepish smile on his face.
"God, can you hurry up? Stop dawdling!"
"If you can't do it, just give up already, stop showing off!"
"Can you do it or not, just finish and get lost, okay?"
Everyone was so irritated they cursed out loud, realizing after all this time, the guy was just looking for a lighter.
In the end, Ning Fan still hadn't managed to borrow a lighter, so he walked to the center with a helpless face and snapped his fingers with flair.
His heavily accented English made people involuntarily twitch their mouths.
The Sound Engineer gave Ning Fan a strange look and then played the song Shen Xuedong had prepared.
Ning Fan blinked, and his entire demeanor transformed, his face adorned with a devilishly charming smile, the huge change astonishing everyone.
As the music started, Ning Fan moved, his dance capturing everyone's attention.
"This move, could it be?!"
Shen Xuedong, watching Ning Fan's movements, widened his eyes in horror, disbelief written all over his face.
As Ning Fan's performance began, everyone watched him in shock.
Because Ning Fan's dance was... really...