Chapter 5: Linghu Chong

  "Damn it!" Linghu Chong cursed loudly in the corridor, as was his usual temperament.

  "It's all right," Qiao Feng smiled magnanimously, "nothing strange about it."

  "Tell them to come or not, I've been running around inviting people. Now that there are enough people, they're coming to join the crowd. What a nuisance!"

  "That thing isn't called topsy-turvy, it's got some culture, it's called 'morning Qin and evening Chu'. How embarrassing, little guy, I've seen a lot," Qiao Feng was only three years older than Linghu Chong, but when he said this, he sounded a bit old-fashioned.

  Shy?

  "Do you think everyone has a thick skin like yours?" Qiao Feng laughed, "Isn't the dance party just an opportunity for you guys to get close to girls? They don't dare come if others don't, but once they do, they all flock together."

  "It's a good thing she's a girl," Chao Feng said with a sly grin, "or do you think they really all practice the Peony Whirlwind Manual?"

  "What's going on now?" Linghu Cong furrowed his brow, "There are twice as many boys as girls."

  Two boys paired with one girl, simple.

  "Two men and one woman?" Linghu Cong's irrepressible imagination suddenly burst forth, and he immediately became excited. "Boss, your words are a bit obscene."

  Qiao Feng puffed on his cigarette and gave him a sideways glance: "So, what's the difference how many men or women there are? Wouldn't it be more decent if everyone just came freely?"

  They stared at each other quietly for a moment, then suddenly Qiao Feng and Linghu Chong both bent down and burst out laughing. The laughter was so loud that even Zhu in the classroom could hear it clearly.

  The dance reached its first climax when Ou Yang Ke arrived.

  Ouyang Ke's all-black suit with a small lapel shirt and no tie made the girls think they saw an alien monster - of course, a very handsome one.

  In the male students of Bian Da, a strange phenomenon has emerged where roughness is considered beautiful, with Qiao Feng as its representative. Most boys are not unwilling to dress themselves up neatly, but under the premise that this rough beauty has become the mainstream fashion of Bian Da, they can let themselves dress sloppily without thinking twice. It cannot be denied that there are also some reasons why they are all very lazy and have been living in financial deficit for a long time. However, Ou Yang Ke does not think so, he believes that dressing sloppily does not mean being introverted, he would rather dress fashionably to show his difference from the mainstream, and is full of confidence in his own introversion. So it's not hard to understand why Huang Rong's taste in clothing always moves him so much.

  Ouyang Ke almost appeared in a flash of golden light among the girls, even Ah Zi's heart skipped a few beats. The white horse prince had been out of date for many years, they were like legendary heroes who were unattainable. Once one appeared, it was accompanied by very strong lethality.

  "Everyone," Ouyang Ke clapped his hands like a professional dance teacher, "pay attention, we'll start with the simplest slow four..."

  "Who is this?" Liang Fa's first impression made him very hostile towards Ouyang Ke.

  "Ugh," Yang Kang's expression wasn't much better, he symbolically covered his eyes with his hand to express that it was unbearable, and quietly said to Mu Nianci beside him, "I don't even dare believe this kid is really from our house."

  The dance party started smoothly, Linghu Cong and Qiao Feng chatted together leaning on his "Doomsday Judgment Picture".

  But gradually, Linghu Chong discovered the problem. In fact, almost no one danced, except for Ouyang Ke. The girls formed a circle around Ouyang Ke to watch him demonstrate dance steps, while most of the boys stood aside with their hands in their sleeves, and it was considered very cooperative if they nodded to indicate that they had heard.

  As for Ou Yang Ke, he didn't care whether the boys were watching his demonstration or not. He would only say to Ah Zhu: "Let's demonstrate it."

  Then he said to Mu Wanqing: "Let's demonstrate it."

  ……

  ……

  "Let's stop jumping," Qiao Feng muttered softly beside Linghu Cong, "Is that little kid from your house here to teach dancing or pick up girls?"

  "Everyone should practice," Linghu Chong had no choice but to come forward and shout, "Everyone can pair up freely, just listening is useless."

  Apart from a few people turning their heads to look at him, there was no reaction, as if Linghu Chong had only made some noise.

  "You're no good," Qiao Feng said with a crooked smile. "Consider it a meal you owe me, I'll help you settle this."

  Saying so, Qiao Feng squeezed open a few girls and walked to Ouyang Ke's side: "We also come to demonstrate how?"

  Ouyang Ke looked at Qiao Feng with a hint of fear as he stood in front of him, a head taller than himself.

  "You dance with the lady," said Chiao Feng, "and the others will pair off and demonstrate too."

  A burst of laughter suddenly escaped from Azhu's mouth in the quietness.

  No matter how ridiculous Qiao Feng and Ouyang Ke's dance pairing is, all the men and women are still facing a terrible matching problem.

  It's almost as if the two sexes are facing off against each other, with the boys chatting idly in a group and the girls stealing glances at the strange pairing of Qiao Feng and Ouyang Ke, giggling to themselves from time to time. It seems that no one is worried about the passing of the dance party's time. Linghu Chong stands alone between the two groups, looking bewildered.

  "It's not like I'm asking you to find a wife," Linghu Cong pretended to be bold and laughed loudly, encouraging the boys, "You're not that timid, are you?"

  There was no response, so Linghu Cong had to turn around and say: "The times are different now, men and women are the same..."

  Still no response, Linghu Cong had no choice but to turn back to the boy and say: "After all, this life-and-death matter should be done by you guys first."

  Linghu Cong finally found that even a master of talk shows couldn't fix the current situation, so he walked into the girls' team and said: "Give me some melon seeds to crunch on, wait for those brothers to come and invite you to dance, it seems like a long-term and gradual process."

  Linghu Cong felt like a clown trying his best to get everyone's attention, but everyone was talking about something else. The girls had a hint of shyness on their faces with smiles, while the boys seemed to be just joining in for fun, laughing and chatting as if they were above it all.

  "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!!" Linghu Chong cursed loudly in his heart, his head bursting with rage.

  "Alas," Yang Kang looked at Linghu Cong's appearance and couldn't bear it, so he stepped forward a few steps: "Mu Nianci, are you working as a dancing girl?"

  Yang Kang knew that this scene was just him and Mu Nianci, so he might as well put on a good show. Besides, he and Mu Nianci had been paired up since the high school dance party, and they had stepped on each other's feet at least a hundred times, which made them quite compatible.

  Duan Yu was delighted to see someone helping him out and hastily ran out in small steps, saying to Mu Wanqing who was wearing a miniskirt: "Classmate, let's dance."

  The scattered and sporadic matchmaking activities were finally set in motion.

  Linghu Chong let out a sigh of relief and made a gesture to Yang Kang in the distance, meaning: "Good brother! You're still the one who sacrifices yourself to save others!"

  On the other side, Yang Kang, who had just set up a sawing posture with Mu Nianci, let out a faint sigh in his stomach and silently recited in his heart: "Even if I can afford to wrong you, I must also afford to wrong those three chicken legs of yours."

  Let's take a look at the eerie dance floor first, without mentioning Yang Kang's great sacrifice of "shouldering both loyalty and righteousness for the sake of chicken legs".

  The national standard dance is not something that can be mastered just by knowing the principles, it's like reciting the "Tao Te Ching" without any culture. It's mostly a legend. When a master of the dance world with a Western background like Ouyang Feng pairs up with a classic dance partner like Daisy, the effect is stunning. At that time, Ouyang Feng had already won three consecutive national standard dance championships in the Luoyang Club. When he performed, there were only a few couples on the entire dance floor, and Ouyang Feng took big strides, swinging Daisy around with him in a waltz, making her spin around eight times in a counterclockwise direction. Many times, Daisy was even spinning past with her feet off the ground, controlled by Ouyang's powerful strength. The momentum of trampling the Helan Mountain was broadcast on TV, and only then did people from all over Bianjing start to imitate it.

  When Ouyang Ke danced with A Zhu, it somewhat recreated the myth of Ouyang Feng's dance forest, making every girl feel that it was not a waste of time. But now the situation has changed, Ouyang Ke paired with Jiaofeng, Duan Yu paired with Mu Wanqing, and A Zhu paired with Lu Dahai, this kind of unique combination appeared on stage.

  Ouyang Ke finally felt the horror of Qiao Feng's height, which made him feel deeply humiliated when he used to lead Qiao Feng with his female step. Ouyang Ke found himself in a state of being dragged around by Qiao Feng without even touching the ground. Qiao Feng's long legs were estimated to be more than 10 centimeters taller than Ouyang Ke, and the radius of his turns was far beyond Ouyang Ke's ability. If Ouyang Ke had to keep up with Qiao Feng relying solely on his own strength, he would have to make some movements close to a split. But what was even more unbearable was that Qiao Feng always had a habit of lifting his hands up and then pressing them down in a very familiar frequency. At the time, Ouyang Ke couldn't understand where this terrible dancing habit came from until several months later when he watched one of Qiao Feng's basketball games - he suddenly realized that a basketball player with the ball would only not make this movement when dunking.

  Duan Yu and Mu Wanqing were like any other couple learning to dance. When Mu Wanqing nervously lowered her head and let Duan Yu take her hand, she suddenly found that Duan Yu didn't make another move. She carefully lifted her head and saw Duan Yu intently looking up at the sky, trying hard to recall Master Ouyang's dance steps. After waiting for a long time, Duan Yu finally gained confidence, and he thought he should give Mu Wanqing a signal that he was ready. So, with a silly expression, he said in a low voice: "Come on! Let's go!" His firm gaze and resolute tone made Mu Wanqing's heart beat faster.