Chapter 43 A stunning dance that captivated the entire audience—could a mere mortal perform such a feat?
"OK."
Jiang Wu's two light, airy words plunged the entire rehearsal room into an eerie silence.
Everyone was looking at her like she was an idiot.
Wen Xue's smugness deepened; she was just waiting to see how Jiang Wu would embarrass herself.
Zhou Nianci stamped her feet in frustration and whispered in Jiang Wu's ear, "Xiao Wu, are you crazy? Why are you getting angry with her! This is no joke!"
Jiang Wu gave her a reassuring look.
She walked slowly to the center of the rehearsal room, her calm and composed demeanor contrasting sharply with the tense female soldiers around her.
"Play some music," she said to the soldier in charge of music in the corner.
"Put...put what?" The soldier was a little confused.
Wen Xue crossed her arms and interjected with a sneer, "Just play the music from 'The Red Detachment of Women'! I want to see how you're going to use this stirring music to dance out your 'power'!"
She's deliberately making things difficult for herself.
That music is fast-paced and the movements are large; if someone without professional training goes on it, it will just look like a chaotic mess.
Jiang Wu didn't even frown.
"Can."
The stirring march music started again.
Everyone held their breath.
Jiang Wu closed her eyes.
When she opened her eyes again, her entire demeanor had changed.
If she was like a quiet jasmine flower, fresh and elegant.
At this moment, she is like a rose blooming in a raging fire, beautiful and passionate, with a resolute determination to burn everything away.
Unlike other female soldiers, she didn't perform those fixed, powerful, and formulaic movements.
The prelude to the music begins.
She simply raised her arm and turned gently.
But the lines of her arms, the suppleness of her waist, and the movement of her eyes instantly captivated everyone's attention.
Her body seemed boneless, with every joint incredibly flexible.
As the music entered its main melody, her movements began to quicken.
That's not just pure strength, but a kind of gentle yet firm strength.
She can make the most powerful kicks and splits, but when she lands, she is silent and as light as a feather.
She can spin incredibly fast, but when she stops, she's as steady as a rock, not a single strand of her hair is disheveled.
Her dance incorporates so many elements.
It has the elegance of ballet, the charm of folk dance, and the dynamism of modern dance.
More importantly, it was what was in her eyes.
It's a sense of story.
Sometimes resolute, sometimes confused, sometimes indignant, sometimes full of hope.
She wasn't dancing; she was using her body to tell the epic story of a female warrior's growth from an innocent girl into a revolutionary hero.
Everyone in the rehearsal room was stunned.
The cold smile on Wen Xue's face had already frozen.
Her mouth hung open, unable to believe what she was seeing.
How...how is this possible?
How could a country woman possibly perform such a professional dance, one that even surpasses the professional level?
This is no longer a matter of skill; it's a talent, an innate ability to control the stage!
Jiang Wu skillfully incorporated the seductive arts of the Hehuan Sect into every detail of her dance.
That wasn't vulgar seduction.
Rather, it is a higher-level, spiritual attraction.
Everyone who sees her dance will be irresistibly drawn to her, sharing her joy and her sorrow.
This is an extreme form of control over emotions.
Just as the dance reached its climax, the door to the rehearsal room creaked open.
Qin Lie strode in.
He timed it perfectly to pick up his wife and bring her home.
As soon as he entered, he witnessed a scene he would never forget.
His young wife was standing in the center of the field.
She was wearing a simple white shirt and a floral skirt, yet it looked like she was wearing the most magnificent battle armor.
Her body stretched out in the air in an amazing arc, like a stunningly beautiful butterfly.
All the light seemed to gather on her.
Her face was covered in sweat, but her eyes shone with an astonishing brightness.
At that moment, she was neither anyone's wife nor anyone's family member.
She is simply herself.
An independent soul that shines on stage.
Qin Lie felt as if his heart had been violently struck.
He was mesmerized, completely captivated.
He knew his wife was beautiful, but he didn't know she could be so breathtakingly beautiful.
An unprecedented and intense sense of possessiveness and panic exploded in his heart at the same time.
She is so beautiful, so radiant...
Can I really keep myself?
Behind Qin Lie was a burly middle-aged military officer.
He was the deputy commander of the division who came to inspect the preparations for the cultural performance, and also Wenxue's father.
He originally had a stern face, ready to find fault.
But as soon as he entered, his gaze was immediately drawn to the dancing figure in the room.
As a veteran, he has seen countless cultural performances.
But no dance has ever given him such a profound, soul-stirring experience as today's.
That dance has power, beauty, and above all, the soul of a soldier!
The music ended.
Jiang Wu finished with a beautiful movement, landing steadily in place, her chest rising and falling slightly.
The entire rehearsal room was deathly silent.
Everyone was still immersed in the ultimate visual feast they had just witnessed and hadn't come back to their senses.
"Slap! Slap! Slap!"
The deputy commander was the first to clap, and the applause was loud and forceful.
Immediately afterwards, thunderous applause erupted throughout the warehouse!
All the female soldiers looked at Jiang Wu with an almost worshipful gaze.
Qin Lie also came to his senses. He looked at his wife with barely suppressed pride and passion in his eyes.
Only Wen Xue stood there, her face as pale as paper, like a puppet whose strength had been drained.
She lost.
They suffered a crushing defeat, utterly humiliated.
The deputy commander strode up to Jiang Wu, his voice booming, filled with undisguised admiration.
"Great! That's wonderful!"
He looked at Jiang Wu with excitement, as if he had discovered a peerless gem.
"Young man, what's your name? This program doesn't need to be changed, you'll be the one to dance!"
"We absolutely must perform at the formal gala! And it has to be the grand finale!"
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