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As evening fell, the afterglow of the setting sun bathed the entire Jiangjia Village in a lazy golden hue.

The busiest time of the day arrives as scheduled at the small square at the village entrance.

Wang Cuihua stood at the very center of the group, like a proud peacock.

She was wearing a tight purple dance costume, holding two red fans, and leading a dozen or so people behind her in dancing to "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style," a song she had danced eight hundred times.

Next to her, the small speaker that she bought for over five hundred yuan was already turned up to the maximum volume.

The jarring music was interspersed with crackling sounds, like the hoarse voice of a rooster.

"Everyone, keep up with the rhythm! Lift your legs higher!"

"Hey you over there! Smile! You're dancing, who are you trying to impress with that long face!"

As Wang Cuihua danced, she reprimanded her teammates with a powerful voice, displaying a commanding presence.

She enjoyed the feeling, as if she were the queen of this small square.

Just as she was jumping with the most enthusiasm, preparing to do a difficult turn.

Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a strange group.

In the distance, on the path leading to the square.

Wang Xiuying appeared.

Behind her, surprisingly, came a large group of seven or eight aunties and grandmas!

Aren't those guys all old teammates who used to follow me around and fawn over me?

What's wrong with them today?

They all stood up straight, and walked with a confident stride!

What made Wang Cuihua's eyes widen even more was the clothes they were wearing!

All of them wore brand-new, shiny bright red dance costumes!

The fabric shimmered with a silky sheen in the setting sun, so dazzling it made one's eyes water!

So perfectly aligned! Their momentum is overwhelming!

This isn't a dance performance; it's clearly a fight!

Wang Cuihua's dance steps instantly fell into disarray.

The team members behind her also stopped what they were doing, craned their necks, and stared in shock at the "Red Detachment of Women".

However, this is not the most eye-catching thing.

The most eye-catching person was Wang Xiuying, who was walking at the very front of the group!

Wang Xiuying didn't wear that terrifying cheongsam today; she only wore the same red team uniform as everyone else.

But in her hand, she was holding something... something indescribable, a black "lump of iron"!

That thing was square and bigger than the millstone in the village, with four wheels underneath, so it could be pulled around.

It is entirely black and has a metallic texture.

The most flamboyant thing is that there is a ring of colorful lights flashing around that iron lump!

In the gradually darkening twilight, it twinkled, shining even brighter than the stars in the sky!

"What...what are they trying to do?"

Wang Cuihua was dumbfounded by the scene.

She pointed at Wang Xiuying and the group behind her, stammering and unable to speak coherently.

"Wang Xiuying! What...what are you doing? Are you rebelling?!"

Before Wang Xiuying could speak...

Aunt Li, who often suffered at Wang Cuihua's hands, immediately stepped forward, hands on her hips, chin raised, and loudly retorted:

"Wang Cuihua! Watch your language!"

"What do you mean by rebellion? We are now Sister Xiuying's team!"

"See that? We have matching team uniforms! Does your lousy team even have one?!"

Aunt Li's words were like a resounding slap across Wang Cuihua's face.

Wang Cuihua was trembling with anger, and pointed at Aunt Li's nose, cursing:

"You...you traitor! Have you forgotten who taught you to dance before?"

Wang Xiuying didn't say a word from beginning to end.

A faint, enigmatic smile played on her face.

That smile sent chills down Wang Cuihua's spine.

Amidst everyone's astonished gazes, Wang Xiuying, pulling the giant "Transformer," slowly walked to the center of the square.

She bent down and placed the black metal lump on the ground.

With a muffled "bang," the ground seemed to tremble three times.

Then, Wang Xiuying took out the new phone that Jiang Chen had specially prepared for her.

She simply tapped the screen with her finger and connected via Bluetooth.

Then, in the playlist, she selected a Vietnamese drum DJ dance track that Jiang Chen had specially downloaded for her—it had a super strong rhythm!

Click to play!

next second.

"Thump!!!"

A deep, indescribable bass sound, as if it came from the depths of the earth, rang out!

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dense, powerful drumbeats were like a thousand horses galloping, or like a raging storm roaring!

In an instant, it swept across the entire square!

Wang Cuihua's pitiful little speaker was still playing "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Style" at a strained pitch.

Faced with this overwhelming wave of sound, it was like a chicken screaming in the eye of a typhoon.

In an instant, the music was completely drowned out, and not even a faint accompaniment could be heard!

In the square, there were people dancing, watching, and even villagers passing by.

From eighty-year-old men to three-year-old children.

At that moment, all eyes were drawn to the black monster in the center of the square, which was emitting a seven-colored light, as if attracted by a magnet!

The focus also shifted to Wang Xiuying, who stood calmly next to the monster with her arms crossed over her chest!

Wang Cuihua's face first turned deathly pale, and then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, turned a deep liver color!

She doesn't agree!

How could she accept that!

She is the true queen of this square!

"ah!!!"

Wang Cuihua screamed and, like an enraged lioness, rushed to her small speaker.

She reached out and twisted the volume knob to the right with all her might!

She's going to fight back!

however.

She was not greeted by louder music.

Instead, it was an extremely piercing sound, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard...

"Sizzle——————!!!"

The mournful sound of electricity echoed through the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was a soft "pop" sound.

Her stereo, worth five hundred yuan, was completely and gloriously sacrificed.

A plume of black smoke rose from the loudspeaker.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Only the breathtaking DJ music continues to relentlessly bombard everyone's eardrums.

Wang Xiuying stared at the smoking stereo, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

She turned around and looked at the group of team members behind her, whose faces were already flushed with excitement and who were eager to try.

Then, she raised her hand and swung it forcefully forward!

That posture, that aura, was even more domineering than the queens in the movies!

"Sisters!"

"Music starts!"

"Let them see what real square dancing is!"