"I can jump."

Ye Fanxing spoke slowly.

Su Shuang laughed loudly, "You can dance? You don't think that doing a Yangko dance counts as being able to dance?"

Ye Fanxing stood up. She was taller than Su Shuang, and when she looked at Su Shuang, she had a condescending disdain.

"I can dance the dance you can't," Ye Fanxing said very seriously. "I can even dance your role."

Su Shuang clapped her hands loudly, "That's hilarious! You only watched it a few times, and you already know how to do it?"

"I really can dance."

Ye Fanxing was itching to show off her skills.

For a dancer who has been dancing for many years, she can never give up her love for the stage.

"Stop bragging!" Su Shuang said, looking annoyed. "If you could dance, I'd change my surname to yours."

"No need, just apologize to me."

Ye Fanxing turned to Huo Dongfang, seeking his opinion.

"Uncle Huo, can I go jump?"

Huo Dongfang looked intently at Ye Fanxing and encouraged her, "Xingxing, go ahead and jump!"

"good."

To make dancing easier, Ye Fanxing took off her headband as she walked.

She wrapped the headband around her wrists, braced her hands on the edge of the stage, and leaped onto it.

She walked straight to where Su Shuang had been standing and nodded slightly to Huo Dongfang with an arrogant and noble air.

The music starts.

Ye Fanxing instinctively began to dance to the music.

In that instant, she was no longer Ye Fanxing, the helpless woman in the book, but the radiant Ye Fanxing on the stage.

She danced with abandon.

Every jump.

Each rotation.

Each fixed point.

Everything is absolutely perfect.

Huo Dongfang's gaze involuntarily fell on Ye Fanxing. Even though there were so many people on the stage, his eyes were only on her...