He angrily said, "Your lifts aren't that good, and you blame the people in our dance troupe for not coordinating well. I think you're just talking big and pretending to be a master from overseas!"

"That's right. He made Yilin cry last time. Before he came back, Yilin was always leading the dance, and no one ever said anything bad about it."

"It's because the instructor and coach are gone, otherwise he wouldn't have the chance to bully others."

To the people in the art troupe, Ying Kui was like an outsider.

Naturally, we have to unite and boycott him.

Ying Kui laughed angrily and was about to speak when someone patted him on the back.

"What move? Let me try it?"

Wan Jingjing had quietly changed into her training clothes and was standing next to Ying Kui, surprisingly not inferior to him at all.

Even though she was silent for a few years, she never relaxed.

She had a long neck, a slender figure, and was tall and slender, like a swan.

"In a normal piece, can you grasp the emotion of rising up several times in the ending, surging upward and struggling?"

After entering the dance studio, Ying Kui was no longer in a carefree state.

He was not particularly friendly just because the visitor was Wan Jingjing.

He talked about several details and demonstrated the node movements in front of everyone.

Wan Jingjing nodded slightly.

"Okay, let's line up."

Everyone in the dance troupe looked disdainful. Someone who had never rehearsed before came up and said he had learned it. He would definitely make a fool of himself later.

Ying Kui and Wan Jingjing smiled at each other.

Once on stage, their tacit understanding has already exceeded ordinary people's imagination.

It's not certain who will make a fool of himself.