Dancing youth: mistakenly provoking a black ruffian

Chapter 8 What She Minds Most

Lan Hao and Nie Hong were stunned on the spot, because of what she said and because she spoke fluent English.

I - fuck!

It turns out that the freckled sister can speak English, and she listened to all their whispers just now.

Ok, either I can't find it, or I can find a guy who can speak Chinese, English and Korean.

Now, they looked at her with admiration.

"How? Where do you want to go?" She repeated with super good temper: "We can take you for a ride."

Suddenly, Lan Hao felt that she was somewhat similar to his sister Lan Xin, both of whom were cunning and secretive.

Nie Hong tugged at the corner of Lan Hao's clothes: "What do you think?"

"Do we have a choice?" He gestured to his companion to look at his wristwatch. It was only three hours before the concert.

And in these three hours, they have a lot to do.

Including check-in to the hotel, shower and dinner, and then go to the concert site.

"That would be great." Ji Yue smiled when she heard this, and stretched out her right hand to show her affection: "My name is Ji Yue, and they are my roommates Xiao Han and Xiao Le."

Nie Hong also extended his palm, and everyone shook hands: "My name is Nie Hong, and his name is Lan Hao."

So everyone got to know each other.

Then the three of them took them to the hotel they had booked. In fact, it was not far from here, but they couldn't find the direction.

Everyone communicated on the way, and Ji Yue acted as the Chinese and Korean interpreter ambassador.

The happiest thing is her two roommates, who can almost be described as taking an overdose of stimulants.

Just like that, when they walked to the gate of the hotel, Ji Yue and the others knew that Lan Hao and Nie Hong were coming to the concert.

And they knew that Ji Yue came to Korea to study, and they were classmates in the same school, a ballet school.

Hearing this, Lan Hao's black-bellied personality appeared again, and he teased Ji Yue: "Can you dance ballet like this?"

"Why not?" She looked up at him proudly.

"Then are you in charge of the white swan or the black swan?"

She didn't understand what he meant, but her proud personality didn't allow her to flinch: "Dancing ballet is not only the repertoire of white swans, there are many others, such as...."

Lan Hao smiled more and more proudly, that smile was both innocent and evil: "No, if you were asked to choose, do you think you are suitable for the role of white swan or black swan?"

A man, a big boy, exudes the smell of angels and devils on his body.

(End of this chapter)