Hearing Fang Tang's mockery, many of the Elite Offspring joined in with cold sneers and hot jeers.

"Fang Tang is right, it would be a marvel if this bumpkin who sneaked into our circle could dance."

"Alas, Jiayi is so foolish, what's so good about someone so dumb and unsophisticated?"

"What do you guys think, how will this guy look when he starts to dance?"

...

The speculation of the last young scion sparked a fervent round of guesses.

These people made all kinds of exaggerated assumptions, mocking laughter erupting occasionally from the crowd.

Yang Fei quietly watched the crowd filled with malice and didn't get angry.

No one knew what he was thinking.

When Liang Jiayi heard the crowd's mockery, her face turned red with anger.

"Yang Fei, I'll teach you to dance, don't bother with these boring people."

She angrily took Yang Fei by the hand and walked down to the dance floor.

Fang Tang watched as Yang Fei was finally driven off the dance floor and couldn't help but sneer sinisterly.

He made a gesture to Fan Song.

Fan Song got the hint.

Carrying a small camera, he sneaked up close to Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi.

Their intentions were malicious; not only did they want to make Yang Fei embarrass himself in public, but they also planned to record his ungraceful dance moves.

Such videos could be turned into ludicrous animated gifs and spread on various social circles for ridicule and laughter.

As long as Liang Jiayi didn't break up with Yang Fei, she would have to endure everyone's mockery and scorn in the circle day after day.

That was Fang Tang's true purpose.

Liang Jiayi couldn't bear Yang Fei being laughed at and impulsively pulled him onto the dance floor.

As she entered the dance floor, she immediately began to regret it.

Whether it was the Rumba or the Cha-Cha, they both placed great emphasis on the gracefulness of movements and the precise grasp of rhythm.

Not to mention, just the variety of step changes could bewilder any beginner.

Strangely enough, Yang Fei didn't resist Liang Jiayi's invitation.

His expression was calm and indifferent.

The beautiful music flowed like water through the dance floor.

Liang Jiayi led Yang Fei, and as they glided a few steps into the dance floor, she couldn't believe her eyes and stared in disbelief.

Since when did this guy, who repeatedly claimed he couldn't dance, learn to dance?

And how could he dance so well?

The steps of the Rumba might be simple, but Yang Fei's rhythm, expressions, and movements were as smooth as flowing clouds and water.

Especially his grasp of rhythm was astonishing.

He was at the level of a master dancer.

Each of his glides was so precise.

Every beat he hit was just right.

The rhythm and spacing seemed naturally perfect.

As if he had trained thousands of times.

His expression was so confident, so noble.

He was like a true King, holding his Empress, freely spinning in the beautiful melody.

Each spin was graceful and generous.

Every pose was full of tension and appeal.

Fang Tang's mouth formed an O shape, and his eyes bulged out.

Fan Song was like a frog struck by lightning, staring blankly at Yang Fei's spectacular performance.

This swindler!

This despicable scoundrel!

He had successfully deceived everyone.

Not only could he dance, but he was also a master-level dancer!

In the dance floor, everyone stopped dancing.

They all stared dumbfounded at the perfectly synchronized couple.

Their steps were so in tune, so on the beat.

Between them, every spin, every advance and retreat, were all so harmonious and beautiful.

Above their heads, the dazzling dance lights, casting upon them, made their dance figures perfectly flawless.

Yang Fei, the odd-job man in the eyes of everyone, together with Liang Jiayi.

They fully expressed the elegance and passion, the unrestraint and intense emotion of the Rumba.

With Yang Fei's skilled and precise dance moves, Liang Jiayi's soul, like a blooming white lotus, completely unfettered itself in the beautiful music.

Two young dancers, both with appearances that could be deemed perfect.

Among a group of elite offspring skilled in dance, they performed, pleasing to the eye, performed flawlessly, performed with poised elegance.

Watching Liang Jiayi and Yang Fei dance, the audience nearby experienced a dazzling, breathtaking beauty.

Appreciating this pair's perfect dance performance was an ultimate artistic pleasure.

Such visually striking artistic shock was contained within the beautiful, powerful dance movements.

Every action was so thrilling, every glide was stunning and dazzling.

There's no need to mention Liang Jiayi's dance moves.

At every dance party, she was the one and only Dance Queen.

She was like a beautiful fairy dancing under the crystal lights.

Every movement she made let people appreciate the unique charm of the Rumba, she truly was the undisputed Dance Queen.

Compared to Liang Jiayi, Yang Fei's performance was even more stunning.

His dance steps had a breath-taking charm, so agile, stepping so precisely.

Graceful movements, tender yet strong lifts, every move made the surrounding audience feel ashamed.

If one were to say this hotel odd-job man couldn't dance social dances at all.

Then what about the gentlemen present?

Quite a few people were casting frequent glances at Fang Tang.

Every word he just said had become the most malicious sarcasm and a joke at this moment.

Among these people, Liang Jiayi was the most astonished.

She had never dreamed that Yang Fei, who was said to be unable to dance, was actually a master of the dance world.

Only Liang Jiayi knew how freely and unrestrainedly she had danced with this man's support.

It wasn't just about precise and coordinated movements.

Most importantly, it required a telepathic understanding between the two.

Liang Jiayi absolutely loved this feeling.

Her own glance, a subtle lead, or even just a light pursing of the lips, a toss of the hair...

Yang Fei could accurately capture what posture she needed and then perfectly adjust to her.

This telepathic, soul-connected feeling was indescribably wonderful.

Finally, the dance music reached its last notes.

In the long tail sound, Yang Fei and Liang Jiayi finished with a classic backward lift.

Their performance, so beautiful that it left people breathless, finally ended.

Wow!

In the dance hall, a thunderous applause erupted, sincere, enthusiastic.

The thunderous applause continued for a long time.

Amidst the cheers and praises of everyone, Yang Fei strode boldly to Fan Song's side.

He rudely snatched the camera from Fan Song's hands.

Fan Song had intended to capture Yang Fei's clumsiness but accidentally recorded a classic and beautiful dance.

Caught off guard, the camera was snatched away by Yang Fei.

"What are you doing?"

Fan Song exclaimed in shock.

Before Fan Song could react, Yang Fei deleted the video and then tossed the camera back to him.

Yang Fei said indifferently, "This is the first time, if I ever find out you're secretly filming me again, I'll not be polite to you."

After finishing this dance, Liang Jiayi was exhilarated, reveling in the afterglow.

She looked at Yang Fei with affectionate eyes as if caught in a wonderful spring dream, still not awakened.

Even as Yang Fei was rudely scolding someone, Liang Jiayi saw everything about him as beautiful.

Seeing this scene, Fang Tang felt his heart constrict with a piercing pain.

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