"Anyone here learned Latin dance? Want to join me as my partner?"
When Hua Yang handsomely stood on the grass, looking around at the girls with a smile, Yiyi choked on her drink at the mention of "Latin" dance because she had never expected that such a tall and strapping guy would actually learn something that seemed so effeminate.
Of course, she didn’t mean to discriminate against Latin dance; it was just her personal feeling that it was a bit too much for guys to be into Latin dance.
"I, I’ve learned a bit. Can I join?"
Hua Yang, ever the gentleman, walked over and led her out: "I also learned a bit in elementary school and dropped it after junior high. It’s okay, let’s practice together and see if our movements are off."
As they were exchanging moves on the field, Yiyi couldn’t help but nudge Zhou Mo with her shoulder.
"You’re really not doing me any favors. Just think, if you danced a round, wouldn’t all the girls scream for you? You’ve got your crowd already; why the hesitation?"
Zhou Mo threw Yiyi a cool glance: "Are you missing a screw in your head?"
Yiyi, who had been watching Qiao Shan and Hua Yang’s rehearsal, was taken aback by Zhou Mo’s comment, her eyes widening instantly: "What did you say?"
Zhou Mo took a deep breath and decided not to engage with this nitwit.
Ten minutes later, Qiao Shan and Hua Yang put together a duo and started dancing Latin.
Although it had been years, as soon as they recalled the basic steps, the two danced together seamlessly. What surprised Yiyi the most was that Hua Yang’s Latin dance didn’t feel sleazy at all but rather uniquely charming.
Even the coordination between Qiao Shan and him seemed so natural and unpretentious.
Their handsome and beautiful pairing naturally became the highlight of the talent show.
As soon as Qiao Shan left the stage, Yiyi stuck out her tongue at Zhou Mo and went to ask her.
"When did you learn Latin dance? You never mentioned it."
"I also learned it in elementary school, thought I had forgotten, but as soon as we practiced the steps, I found many similarities. It’s been so long since I’ve had such an exhilarating dance—it was so gratifying!"
Yiyi teased Qiao Shan with a suggestive wink, "I think you were dazzled by a handsome guy, haha. So, how was it? Dancing with a handsome guy must have been amazing, right?"
Qiao Shan flashed a smile, her gaze involuntarily drifting towards Hua Yang, and nodded, "Not bad at all!"
After this competition, their university’s head advisor came over to announce that there would be another all-grade talent competition after the parade ceremony, urging everyone to sign up.
There were three awards for this competition: First Prize was one free semester of dining at the cafeteria; the second prize, awarded to two people, was two months of free meals; and the third prize, for three individuals, was one month of free dining. All could be entered as a group, and the rewards were not accumulative—if one person won both First Prize and Second Prize, they would receive only the highest award.
Yiyi, the food-lover, was just regretting that she had only eaten at Qingfen Garden, when the advisor handed out this special offer. It was like a dream come true—a whole semester of free meals? What did that mean?
She grabbed Qiao Shan’s hand excitedly: "It’s a good thing we didn’t show off our dance, haha, now we can form a team and compete."
Not wanting to neglect their other roommates, she quickly looked towards Zou Wenqing and Yu Wen Ya.
"And you two can sign up for your comedy act, too. All four of us can join together."
Although Zou Wenqing and Yu Wen Ya could see that dance was the king of the competition and eye-catching pairs were favored, they didn’t want to fade into obscurity, so they nodded optimistically: "Sure, we’ll join as a group." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel⁂fire.net
Unexpectedly, during lunch, Zhou Mo suddenly asked, "Do you want to learn street dance?"
Yiyi didn’t catch on at first, but when she did, her eyes widened, "You mean, us as a duo for street dance?"
Zhou Mo nodded uncomfortably, thinking Yiyi would agree, but then she threw out, "Don’t you think the biggest appeal of street dance is the battle between guys? If you and I dance, what is it, a couple’s dance?"
Frustrated that this girl was missing the point, Zhou Mo didn’t respond, simply bowing his head to continue eating.
Yiyi, noticing his expression was off, sought help from Qiao Shan. However, Hua Yang, sitting opposite, was actually very interested.
"If the four of us form a group and battle, wouldn’t that be more exciting?"