Zhuang Rouxuan gestured while watching the video.
"Ask Shushu and Xiaoli to come down."
Wen Tingting saw that the time was almost up, turned to look at a member next to her, and gave an order.
"Are you okay?"
Then she turned her head to look at Zhuang Rouxuan, and five minutes had passed.
Wen Tingting specifically picked out a dance video with a relatively high degree of difficulty for her to watch.
Zhuang Rouxuan was still watching the video with great interest when Wen Tingting snatched the phone away from her.
"Go up and perform. As long as you pass this performance, you can join the dance club."
Zhuang Rouxuan looked around. She really wanted to change her introverted mentality and integrate into the wonderful university life.
She walked aside.
Wen Tingting started playing music.
Zhuang Rouxuan quickly recalled the actions in the video she had just watched.
When she tried dancing for the first time, her movements were very stiff and sometimes she couldn't keep up with the beat of the music.
"Boss, this girl seems to have a pretty good foundation, but her movements are a little stiff. If she trains, she should be able to improve over time."
A member sitting next to Wen Tingting said.
Wen Tingting disagreed and said with a pout.
"What kind of vision is that? Look at how many mistakes she made!"
"Hahaha~ You, hahaha!"
"Is this a member of the dance club?"
"Is this dancing?"
"Is this an awkward dance?"
"That guy looks like a freshman, right?"
"Are freshmen so powerful these days?"
“Hahaha~”
“.......”
Many of the freshmen and seniors walking by cast mocking glances at Zhuang Rouxuan, but some also cast admiring glances at her.
"Nuh! Come on!"
Zhao Xukun, who was sitting under a tree, shouted.
Seeing her goddess cheering her on not far away, Wen Tingting felt so upset that she even wanted to kill Zhuang Rouxuan.
Zhuang Rouxuan's face was red, but she was already standing in this position. She gritted her teeth and was determined to finish the dance until the last few moves, which she really couldn't remember, so she chose to walk down.
Dancing in broad daylight in front of so many people, although Zhuang Rouxuan's heart was beating fast, the feeling was very special, and she finally dared to take the first step.
Coming in front of Wen Tingting, Zhuang Rouxuan took a breath and asked in a low voice.
"Senior, can I join the club now?"
Wen Tingting folded her hands, glanced at Zhuang Rouxuan with disdain, and said lightly.
"My schoolmate, I can only tell you that you don't pass."
"To be honest, at the beginning, your movements were correct, but they were very stiff. But later on, did you complete the whole dance?"
"You can't even finish an introductory dance in one sitting, and you still want to join the dance club?"
"Everyone in our dance club is a dancing god. We don't need a great god like you to join us."
Zhuang Rouxuan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down on her heart in public, but she still didn't give up and continued.
"Senior, give me a few more days, and I promise I can perform a complete dance in front of you."
"Just give me one more chance, okay?"
Zhuang Rouxuan looked at Wen Tingting with longing eyes.
Wen Tingting just chuckled and spoke mercilessly.
"Junior, I've already given you a chance. There's really nothing I can do. I've just discussed this with a few of you and I. You're really not cut out for dancing. I think you should look for another job."
"I don't want you to randomly ask every member of the dance club. They all have years of dance experience. You don't even know some of the most basic dance moves, and you still want to join the dance club?"
"Members of the dance club don't always have time to teach you, and our dance club still has to perform on stage. Tell me, can you perform like this?"
"You've been humiliated. Didn't you see the expressions on the faces of the senior brothers and sisters who just walked by?"
Wen Tingting's words instantly extinguished Zhuang Rouxuan's enthusiasm for learning dance.
She kept her head down and finger-cranked.
Seeing that Zhuang Rouxuan didn't say anything.
"Classmate, I have said this much. Please leave. Our dance club still needs to recruit new members."
Zhuang Rouxuan left the dance club's recruitment tent in extreme disappointment.
"President, I think this junior is pretty good. Why don't you let her join our club?"
"Yes, President, if this junior can receive proper and systematic dance training, she will definitely be no worse than the members of our dance club in the future."
"President, how about letting her join the dance club again? I'll be responsible for teaching her some dance knowledge."
Seeing that the members around her had a good opinion of Zhuang Rouxuan, Wen Tingting's face changed and she spoke loudly.
"Am I the president or are you the president? If I say she is not suitable, then she is not suitable."
Although they were in the same class as Wen Tingting, they didn't dare to continue talking. This president had a capricious temper and might even kick them out of the dance club. There was nothing they could do about it since she relied on her beauty to seduce the male presidents of several school institutions. She did have some strength.
"Why don't you continue working and recruiting new people?"
Wen Tingting said fiercely.
Zhuang Rouxuan was walking on the road in a depressed mood. Zhao Xukun, who was sitting under the uncle, saw her coming over, stood up and smiled.
"Hey! What's going on? Did they let you in?"
Zhuang Rouxuan raised her head, her eyes red, and shook her head slightly.
"What's wrong? Are you being bullied?"
Zhuang Rouxuan did not answer Zhao Xukun.
Looking at the depressed Zhuang Rouxuan, Zhao Xukun frowned and suggested.
"How about I take you somewhere?"
"Where are you going?"
On the road, it attracted many people's attention.
Zhao Xukun brought Zhuang Rouxuan to the Koenigsegg sports car.
Zhao Xukun opened the car door with the key.
It was the first time that Zhuang Rouxuan sat in such a cool and luxurious sports car. She didn't know where to put her restless little hands, so she had to hold the seat belt tightly around her chest.
Zhao Xuanku started the car.
The comfortable push-back feeling brought by a sports car.
Zhao Kunyi's gaze unconsciously fell on Zhuang Rouxuan.
"Well, won't you be panicked?"
Zhuang Rouxuan's face turned red from being strangled, and at first she didn't understand what Zhao Xukun said.
"I was strangled?"
Zhao Xukun smiled ghostly and raised his eyebrows.
"No, take your seat. Don't get thrown out later."
Zhao Xukun was steering the car.
Zhuang Rouxuan's heart beat faster and she held the seat belt tightly. She was almost unable to breathe, so she looked for a place on the car to hold on to and held the handrail tightly.
The car turned a corner, and Zhuang Rouxuan's plump breasts swayed.
Finally the car was running normally.
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