Chapter 5: Linghu Chong III

  "How come all the boys aren't interested?" Linghu Chong thought to himself as he cooked instant noodles, "It doesn't make sense!"

  "Ah, open it up and let me take a sip of the soup first. Duan Yu had forgotten to buy noodles and was eager to drink Linghu Chong's noodle soup, completely disregarding his serious contemplation on the differences between men and women."

  "Simple," Yang Kang said with a few strokes of analysis, "think about who you asked to teach dance?"

  "Old Three."

  "Right, isn't that the case?" Yang Kang tapped on the bed board and said to Ouyang Ke who was lying on the upper bunk, "Ah, isn't it, young master? Even the girls have to go just to admire your elegance."

  "Hmm," Ouyang Ke responded to this praise with a noncommittal tone, "I couldn't possibly dance with all the girls."

  "Take another look at the boys in your class, okay? Lu Da has a bit of a laborious tone," Yang Kang said. "Laborious is fine, but it's old-fashioned. Lu Da is like a living and breathing township entrepreneur. When our young master went there, didn't they all close up shop? This is something that should be avoided at all costs."

  "It can't be." Guo Jing remained honest and quietly listened on the side.

  "Now it's actually more girls than boys, and it's even hard to gather ten pairs of people." Leng Hu Bang Zhang didn't care that Duan Yu was secretly drinking his noodles, he just looked worried.

  "Just go borrow some people from other classes," said Yang Kang.

  "I've already booked the activity center, that night other classes are all advanced math problem classes, hmm..." At this point, Linghu Cong discovered Duan Yu's activity, "Old Five what are you doing?"

  "Shouldn't you be able to see that?" Duan Yu said, holding a spoon and leaning over Linghu Chong's rice bowl.

  "If you drink my noodles, you'll have to pay back the debt!" Linghu Chong said viciously, with a whip missing from his hand and a ferocious expression on his face, just like Huang Shiren.

  "Whoa! You're so fierce, aren't you going to sell me into slavery to pay off debts?"

  "No need," Linghu Chong said with a laugh, "skip self-study tomorrow night and come dance with me."

  "Alright, alright," Duan Yu said, "Your classmate Murong Wu Qing is quite pretty..."

  "You're quite straightforward," Linghu Cong said, looking at Yang Kang again. "General, since you came up with the plan, you should contribute some manpower too. Tomorrow night, ditch Mu Nianci and come dance with us."

  Yang Kang suddenly lowered his head in thought, then cautiously raised three fingers.

  "Good!" Linghu Chong steeled himself, "Three then three it is!"

  "Want to learn from Wu," Yang Kang said slowly and calmly, "the chicken legs of San are too small..."

  "Then it's your turn, Big Brother," Linghu Chong said. "Except for Lin Pingzhi who has to go through hardships, now only you haven't made a move."

  "Me, me, me..."

  At that time, Guo Jing had not yet met Huang Rong and was still a roughneck from Mongolia. To say nothing of national standard dances, he hadn't even seen a big lion dance before, so he was tongue-tied and had nothing to say at the moment. However, after Huang Rong became his girlfriend, the situation changed completely. Under her careful cultivation, Guo Jing became the number one fan of disco in their dormitory. Guo Jing had a strong sense of rhythm, his footwork was very accurate, and as soon as the music started, he could make the floor around him shake wildly with his dancing. The girls around him felt like they were standing on a vibrating pad and cheered excitedly. Moreover, Guo Jing had plenty of stamina and could dance for two hours without any problem, eventually becoming the soul of a disco outside the south gate of Bian Da University, stunning countless masters who came from elsewhere. Later, he even shattered the crystal floor of Huang Yao Shi's small dance pool with his dancing.

  Of course, these were all things that happened a long time later. At the time, apart from Lin Pingzhi who was studying hard every night, everyone else had been drawn into Linghu Chong's first major plan since taking office.

  "Come on," Qiao Feng said, carrying two speakers and walking with Lin Hu Chung towards the school center, "Liu Da You isn't coming either? I remember that time our whole class went to the dance party."

  Qiao Feng is one of the few electrical and computer experts in the National Politics Department, and he's also very obedient, so Linghu Chong directly dragged him out of his dorm to organize the sound system. Qiao Feng didn't say a word either.

  "I just don't want to come, and I have no idea why they talk so much nonsense, dancing won't kill you."

  "Strange, strange," said Jue Feng, "your class hasn't collectively practiced the Peony Whirlwind Scripture, have you?"

  "Some cultivate their inner energy, but none cultivate the precious canon."

  The pale blue velvet long skirt covered her feet, making her look much more gentle. Ah Zhu looked at the person in the mirror and smiled slightly. The girl in the mirror also smiled slightly, very calm and soft. If she walked through the campus with such a light smile, wouldn't many people notice? Ah Zhu stopped this fanciful thinking and turned around to check if the back of her waist was tight enough.

  "Alright, alright, if you're not going to wear it, lend it to me then. You're not getting married anyway, what's the point of being so particular?" Ah Zi sat on the upper bunk, combing her hair with her legs exposed.

  A Zi's eyes were indeed a bit poisonous, A Zhu was hesitant whether to really wear this pale blue long skirt. It was her own most satisfying clothes, after buying it back A Zhu had not worn it several times, because there was no occasion. Only in very formal or very important occasions could this long skirt be used, but unfortunately, there were no such formal and important occasions in college.

  "Who would I show it to?" As Ah Zhu thought this, the mischievous face of "Monkey" Lu Daiyou suddenly popped into her mind, and she couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.

  This is a contradiction. Almost every girl in college has one or two sets of clothes hidden in her closet that she's very satisfied with, and when she puts them on, an ugly duckling can suddenly turn into a swan. Unfortunately, they rarely have the opportunity to become swans. This can be compared to a housewife carefully storing away her wedding dress from years ago, even secretly trying it on at home. However, if she really wants to put the wedding dress to use again, the first step would inevitably be to get rid of her old husband.

  A Zhu went up and pinched A Zi's calf: "Look at me pinching you, this dead girl."

  A Zi slyly smiled and dodged away.

  "It doesn't matter what you wear, who are you dressing up for?" Mu Wanqing said, taking off her headphones, "It's just a blind date, not a real dance party."

  "So you're wearing this?" Ah Zi was a bit curious, Mu Wanqing seemed to have not changed at all, as soon as she came back, she saw her sitting by the table practicing her hearing, still wearing that light yellow sweater she usually wore.

  "Can't be helped?" Mu Wanqing got up and came over to help Ah Zhu tidy her clothes.

  "Ah——" Azizi let out a mournful cry.

  Ah Zhu hastily followed her finger to look at Mu Wanqing, and found that Mu Wanqing had already changed into a knee-length skirt and leather boots. This short knee-length skirt paired with leather boots and black stockings made Mu Wanqing look as if she had just returned from the Western Regions.

  "Sister, when are you going to France for a fashion show?" Ah Zi said.

  Mu Wanqing's face turned a little red: "Try it on, my dad bought it for me, and I haven't worn it yet."

  "Sexy, your dad is really something," Ah Zi pouted, "Before, I wanted to buy a leather skirt and my dad refused to let me."

  A Zhu smiled secretly, letting Mu Wanqing help her comb her hair with the white handkerchief on her head, and made up her mind not to lend her skirt to A Zi. Even Mu Wanqing was a model for her, she felt a bit of courage.

  Mu Wanqing's slender hands gently smoothed out A Zhu's long hair, wrapping it around her palms in bundles to help her comb. The comb slid through the flowing locks like a gentle breeze, and A Zhu's mind began to wander slightly. Yes, Mu Wanqing was right, who was she dressing up for? After all, "beauty is for one's own pleasure". So, who was this person that brought her such joy?

  "Isn't it a pity for Lu Da?" At this thought, A Zhu burst out laughing again.

  "What's the program? I have a national anthem here, 'The Great Song Emperor is good, the mountains and rivers are long', how about it? Appreciate it," Qiao Feng simply tidied up the connection and patted the speaker with satisfaction.

  "Let me listen again," said Linghu Chong, hastily drawing on a blackboard at one side.

  Linghu Cong's original intention was to write a very elegant "dance" character, and then add some floral patterns and small bells to create a joyful atmosphere. Unfortunately, Linghu Cong had actually spent several years studying watercolor painting when he was young, and based on the template of Christmas cards, the effect of his painting turned out to be particularly subtle. To put it directly, his artistic cells made him paint heaven into a doomsday judgment, with several angels painted with gloomy faces and depressed expressions. Linghu Cong ran far away to admire his own masterpiece, then ran back to stand in the central position.

  "Big Brother, don't you have a bit of Jehovah's aura?" Linghu Chong held the blackboard and wiped it with a majestic expression.

  "Huang Shiren is even more like..."

  "Huh? Why does our family's reputation also say this."

  Qiao Feng was just about to laugh at Linghu Cong's blackboard drawing when suddenly everything around them went completely dark. They had just wrapped purple-black ribbons around all the light bulbs, and now only one self-powered emergency lamp was lit.

  "Is it really the end of the world? Or has the old society returned?" Linghu Chong poked his head out to take a look, and the lights in the corridor were still on.

  "It's more likely that the air switch tripped." Qiao Feng took out a cigarette. After getting into the habit of secretly smoking, he would think of smoking whenever it was dark.

  "Hey big brother, isn't smoking prohibited here?"

  "Just take a break and smoke one, it's nothing." Qiao Feng impatiently brushed off Linghu Chong's hand: "Go find the electrician to take a look, don't stay here like the building owner."

  Linghu Cong had no choice but to open the door and go down.