Chapter 43: Chapter 43 Slapping the Face_1
Ye Qing turned her head, the once flamboyantly vibrant face had transformed into the fresh porcelain white now: “I’m sorry, class leader. Although the key to the dance room is with me, the teacher is holding the reins. I dare not open the dance room without permission. So, if Xiaren wants to practice dancing, she should speak to the teacher herself.”
The fundamentals of dancing are a basic requirement for a star, right? A country bumpkin coming from the countryside will probably not even know the most basic moves, huh?
Ye Qing spoke with an air of righteousness, while her eyes filled with disdain and contempt for Xiaren, although she hid it well.
“Ye Qing…” Ye Jianian’s face showed a look of helplessness. Knowing that Ye Qing was deliberately making things difficult, he wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Bai Xinran’s mocking laughter, “Class leader, she is asking for help while putting on airs, why do you need to assist such a person?”
Asking for help? Xiaren began to laugh silently at these words. When did she ever ask for their help? All this was because an idiot like Ye Jianian assumed he understood everything right?
Unfortunately, Ye Jianian was unaware of this. He turned to Xiaren: “Xiaren, try to appeal to the class dance leader, Ye Qing. Dancing is fundamental to getting into the Film Academy. You were admitted through connections, so your talent is certainly not up to par. If you don’t work hard..”
Ye Jianian went on and on, not noticing the look on Xiaren’s face was becoming colder and colder. Appeal to Ye Qing? She wasn’t crazy!
“Ye Jianian, what do you think qualifies you to feel superior in front of me?”
Oh, it’s pretty hilarious. When she entered the entertainment industry, she skyrocketed to fame as a girl group member. With her dancing and singing skills accumulated from her previous life, no one could rival her.
Now reborn, to Xiaren, Ye Jianian was just a naive, immature boy seeking a sense of superiority. He wouldn’t know what hit him.
Ye Jianian was left speechless by Xiaren’s words. His face flushed, and his smile became rigid. “Xiaren, why are you speaking ? I was just trying to help you. After all, you only got in through connections.”
Ye Jianian was a little nakedly embarrassed and annoyed, feeling Xiaren was ungrateful.
Xiaren calmly stood up: “Why don’t we have a dance-off?”
She didn’t want to waste her breath on a jerk like Ye Jianian. She preferred smashing faces with straightforward power, preferably with resounding echoes.
Her nonchalant tone made it seem as though this proposal was merely a passing thought.
With a dance contest on the horizon, especially between the class heartthrob and the transfer student, an instant crowd formed around Ye Jianian and Xiaren.
There were spectators enjoying the drama, mockers, curious onlookers, and rabble-lovers.
A radiant smile bloomed on Xiaren’s face, a brand new glowing confidence poured out from her raised brows. Her fingers snapped on cue.
Xiaren’s English was impeccable. Her voice was soft and clear, soothing to the listeners, resonating incredibly well.
Her aura was far from the stereotype of a country girl from a rural area.
The dance that Xiaren performed was jazz. As the music spread throughout the classroom, her rhythmic footsteps matched the music, free and flowing, proficient, and flamboyant.
Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief. Xiaren’s bold and passionate dance easily stirred up their latent fervor.
When she danced, it was as if she radiated light. The crowd around her wished for extra eyes to document this spellbinding beauty!