Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 772 Street Culture ([-])

A person who is blinded by jealousy has no sense at all.

Bingci just took a second look at the street dancers.

Han Wu began to be eccentric, "It's very interesting to see, look closer! Come on, come closer, you can see more clearly."

Bingci felt powerless, and was dragged by him into the crowd of onlookers.

The weather was minus 15 degrees, shouting and booing incessantly. This group of street dancers seemed to always wear clothes that were a few sizes larger, dancing cheerfully and skillfully.

The crowd cheered loudly, and the strong ones in the dance changed one by one.

It's showing off skills, learning from each other, making up for one's weaknesses, and respecting freedom.

BARRELS, FLARE, BHUDDA, DOUBLE...  

Han Wu squeezed into the front row, his body rose up following the melody, and the dancers on the side greeted him in a way that belonged to dancers, and warmly invited him to come on stage.

People who are cold and cold to the outside world also laugh wantonly.

At first, Bing Ci was worried about his back injury, but after seeing his silky steps, flexible limbs, and a few fancy windmills from time to time, his eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a treasure.

The cheers in the ears drowned out the heartbeat, and the dancers onlookers were so enthusiastic that they waved their wrists with excitement, it was too explosive!

The melody will not stop, and the next dancer will come on stage. No one will stay because Han Wu danced well but is about to leave. Everyone will devote themselves to the next dancer's dance tacitly.

Bingci couldn't help but gave him a thumbs up, "The real captain doesn't show his face."

"Are you still looking at other people?" Han Wu took the coat from Han Bu and put it on. He didn't feel it when he was dancing, but he realized it was so cold when he stopped.

Bingci shook his head.

Han Wu put his hand on her shoulder, his face turned pale again.This part of the jump, the bones did not fall apart, but this time it also fell apart, but he can only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, he can't admit that he is jealous, he wants to go up and prove his strength, right?

Bingci saw his bravery and looked for a place to rest everywhere.

Han Bu led the way, a small one, carrying a black umbrella, like a knight, "Here, the bench."

Banzai, who can be seen everywhere, rushed out from behind the two of them with a swish, changed direction and passed by them with a bent knee.

There is no shortage of beginners among them, and that is Rampage.

"Get out of the way... ah ah..."

Self-taught beginners get on the board, and when the skateboard moves, they are completely unrecognizable, and their brains are blank. They can neither slow down nor brake. They either jump off the board and let the skateboard go away, or look ahead and scream.

Seeing that he was about to bump into Han Wu, Bingci grabbed Han Wu's waist forcefully.

Don't take a deep breath, it's better to be hit.

Bing Ci reacted, regardless of whether he was on the street, he hurriedly opened his clothes.

Han Wu's lower back and half of his abdominal muscles were exposed.

The accident just now also attracted the attention of others

The skateboard boy who came to apologize saw this scene and tilted his head in doubt.

The bold girls held their skateboards in their arms, covered their mouths and sniggered.

"Is this little brother here to give us benefits?"

Han Wu was secretly happy in his heart, but still pretended to be reserved, and pushed back, "Put down my clothes quickly, everyone is watching you do weird things to me on the street."

Bing Ci raised her head when she heard the words, and sure enough, there were a lot of people watching, so she had to put down Han Wu's clothes.

He had a calm and composed face, but he kept thinking in his heart: Just too hard left a red handprint on the back waist of the Great God, and he doesn't know when it will disappear.

(End of this chapter)