Dancing youth: mistakenly provoking a black ruffian

Chapter 275 He is the King

Wei Sihan stared at him in astonishment.

I saw him turning around in a circle, with his head down, as if he was thinking about something.

Tan Longyi heard the words, didn't say much, ran to turn on the music switch.

Then the familiar melody of the music sounded, and at the same time, Lan Hao raised his right hand, fluttering, and his index finger beat the rhythm with the music in mid-air.

One click, two clicks, three clicks...

At a certain entry point of the music, he suddenly withdrew his fingers in the air, and then he was free and unrestrained, with a strong rhythm yet feminine, recreating the postures that everyone danced before.

Every subtle movement, every curved arc, every swaying strength, dances out just right.

Some people are like born dancers, as if they combine themselves with dance.

Every movement of his has a unique aura.

That kind of seriousness and dedication to dance, and a sense of fanaticism.

In the world of dance, he is the king, unmatched by anyone.

For a 4-minute dance, when watching others dance, I only think about it.

When watching Lan Hao dance, you will be completely fascinated, deeply moved by his dance, and amazed.

Is this just the posture that someone who has watched other people dance four times but has never practiced once should have?

It's incredible, and it's so powerful.

At the end of the song, Lan Hao stood there freely and freely, with that indifferent expression still on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at the crowd, looking at them one by one.

From their eyes and expressions, he already understood that the champion of today's PK match must be him.

The sly black eyes flickered, met Wei Sihan's eyes, slightly bent his knees, put one hand on his stomach, and opened the other.

The appearance is extraordinary, handsome and imposing, as a gentlemanly invitation.

Indicating that next, he should play PK.

At this moment, Wei Sihan felt as if someone had slapped his face, his face was hot, and he was extremely embarrassed.

How could he be Lan Hao's opponent?

Others also have this idea, not to mention Wei Sihan, if anyone is replaced now, it will only end in a disgraceful end.

In this dance room, it is clear at a glance who wins.

Wei Sihan's face turned pale, he bit his lip and backed down: "I'm not as skilled as others, I... convinced you."

Therefore, Lan Hao looked at Wei Ziqi and Xing Zeming.

Like Wei Sihan, they had a bad complexion, but they had to admire Lan Hao.

"I'm done."

"I'm too."

(End of this chapter)