Taotao in the field suddenly saw something, bit his thumb, his eyes round and bright, spirited, and very cute.
It was Jian Zhiqin who noticed something was wrong. He quickly grabbed Taotao’s hand and said something to him.
Taotao’s eyes immediately lit up, and he hurriedly ran down with his small legs.
Qiao Dingshan in the audience finally breathed a sigh of relief. He reclined on the chair behind him, frightened to the point where he was sweating profusely.
Jian Ming, sitting on the other side, was smiling throughout the entire performance. After watching the program, he nodded from time to time, apparently quite satisfied.
Eh, Mr. Jian, I heard your son also studies here, you seem to be enjoying the show very much, he said to Jian Ming who had been seated without moving and whose demeanor was meaningful, his words carrying an indescribable edge.
"I wonder if your son is participating in the chorus or a small ensemble?" This man had always been at odds with Jian Ming. He had inquired about Jian Zhiqin’s class matters. A male teacher in his fifties could only teach the chorus, and while his son was a dancer, though not as good as the group of children who had just performed, at least he danced lead. That was surely not something a chorus could compete with.
"You flatter me," Jian Ming was not the least bit angry. He continued to sit calmly, maintaining the smile on his face, which, although cold, did not reach his eyes.
"My son was the dancer just now, the one who was in the very front."
"What dance?" The man was skeptical, and then his face showed contempt, "You don’t mean the Sakura Dance that caused trouble earlier, do you?"
The smile on Jian Ming’s face grew even bigger, yet it was sharp enough to cut.
"I’m sorry to disappoint you."
But Jian Ming continued, "Exactly, the Sakura Dance earlier."
The man’s face turned ashen.
"Ah, I had almost forgotten," Jian Ming picked up the teacup on the table, deliberately took a sip, "The song was sung by my good-for-nothing little prince. All he does every day is fool around with these nonsensical things. I plan to send him straight to the military camp when he’s older to toughen him up. Our Jian children can’t be learning stuff like singing."
Listening to this, the man’s face turned red, then white, as he choked on a gulp of rage, nearly spitting it out.
Was this sarcasm or mockery? Jian Ming’s smile that hid a knife could really infuriate someone to death.
At this moment, everyone was shocked. That dance filled with modern elements had utterly renewed people’s perception of art. Discussions revolved around the previous dance, and there was little enthusiasm for the subsequent programs. Seeing one after another, none seemed good, all too conventional and lacking originality.
Even when Teacher Hu’s class went up, they did not fare any better. Who would have thought Teacher Hu would be so unlucky to perform right after the Sakura Dance? Teacher Hu had thought that with Class 3, Year 2 as a contrast, their dance would surely impress. Instead of impressing, they only served as a comparison. In fact, it would have been fine not to compare. Teacher Hu indeed had some genuine knowledge, otherwise, he would not have been so arrogant. It was just a shame that this time, by lifting a rock, he had smashed his own foot. Before the performance, he had confidently claimed they would score well, but in the end, it all turned into a joke.