Dancing youth: mistakenly provoking a black ruffian

Chapter 19 Damn, you have the guts, kid
She hides in the convenience store of their Lan family all day long, and volunteers to work as a cashier.

So Lan Hao can go out to play again without having to look at the shop.

There is a building in the urban area. It is an old building that has been abandoned for a long time. They have been gathering there for a long time. Later, Nie Xichen bought it as a dance workshop for them.

A group of like-minded people who love street dance meet here every Wednesday night.

Everyone performed their newly learned stunts, and exchanged information about where there is performance work.

They don't do it for money or fame, they just want to be able to perform what they have learned and get the approval of others.

Those who performed at CUHK back then were all good friends and partners here.

Stepping into the dance hall, you can see three mirrors at random, two meters high and the same length as the wall.

Some people squat on the ground, and some people practice in front of a mirror.

Three or five bosom friends, very lively.

"Wow, our big star." The first person who saw him was a fat boy, and he teased: "Hahaha, Xiao Haozi is here."

"Damn it." Lan Hao pointed at him handsomely, and smiled with his thumb down: "Little Fatty, you are the big star, don't forget that you are also a part of it."

"I'm not as eye-catching as you, no, I'm eye-catching." Xiaopang walked forward with a smile, put his arm around his shoulder, and patted him vigorously.

The others all turned their heads when they heard the words, and when they saw it was him, they all smiled and went forward to make fun of him.

"The big star still remembers us, I thought you forgot this place."

Lan Hao has a good personality and popularity, and he is always the most popular wherever he goes.

Surrounded and teased by everyone, he was not angry, but laughed loudly: "I forget you, and I will never forget this place."

"Tch, brat, you have guts."

"Come on, let's see if you are unfamiliar." Someone stepped forward to challenge: "How about we compare?"

"Okay, you go first." Lan Hao was generous, stepped back and took off his coat, leaving only a thin sweater, so chic and stylish.

Roll up the sleeves, stare at the center of the dance hall, rub hands and feet together, and start doing warm-up exercises.

Everyone else backed away, some stood beside Lan Hao, and some stood opposite to observe.

The challenging boy stood in the middle of the hall, raised his chin provocatively towards Lan Hao, brushed his thumb across his nose, and had a frightened smile on his face.

The next second, the music sounded. . .

He swayed every inch of his body to the beat of the music.

(End of this chapter)