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Duanmu Pavilion, second floor.
Yuan Weiyue lifted a corner of the curtain, glanced down, and laughed, "Your class monitor is very lonely. As her teacher, shouldn't you comfort her? Beautiful flowers cannot bloom alone; they must have observers."
Duanmu Ci said, "Why aren't you going?"
Wei Yue smiled and said, “Different flowers have different viewers. Cherry blossoms are suitable for samurai, chrysanthemums are suitable for hermits, and lotus flowers are suitable for gentlemen; but this flower is suitable for you~~” Wei Yue was implying something.
Duanmu Ci, “…You’re overthinking it.”
Wei Yue walked to the door, opened it, and glanced outside. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "Duanmu-jun, look what's that?"
"?" Duanmu Ci walked over, puzzled. Just as he approached the door, Wei Yue suddenly stepped back and forcefully pushed Duanmu Ci out the door. Her strength in that instant was worthy of a peak seventh-level swordsmanship! Wei Yue had successfully proven herself!
actor!
"Unfit to be a son!" Duanmu Ci cursed inwardly.
When Duanmu Ci suddenly appeared at the end of the second-floor staircase, all the lights in the Duanmu Pavilion suddenly went out! Spotlights from all directions suddenly shone on him, clearly indicating that they had come prepared. Duanmu Ci cursed inwardly once again.
The music gradually softened, like a lover's whisper... All the students dancing in the dance hall secretly glanced in the direction of Teacher Duanmu...
Duanmu Ci straightened his back instantly!
Now that we're the center of attention, we must make a grand entrance!
Duanmu Ci, dressed in a custom-made black suit with a bouquet of red roses tucked into his jacket pocket, gracefully descended the stairs in the darkness. The spotlight followed his figure. He approached Tang Luoluo, bowed politely, and extended his hand as he spoke, "My esteemed lady, may I have this dance?"
For a moment, it felt as if time had reversed, as if a newly knighted knight was inviting the duke's daughter to dance in the duke's castle.
Tang Luoluo extended her hand.
The two entered the dance floor side by side, with Duanmu Ci a step behind. The moment their hands touched, the spotlights shone, and the waltz gradually rose in pitch, as if they were experiencing something beautiful.
People in the darkness consciously left the dance floor. Doing so before the music ended was undoubtedly a breach of etiquette, but no one cared about that now; making room was the most important thing!
The news agency president, who had been waiting nearby, was even more excited and quickly told his staff to film the scene. But the staff didn't need him to tell them; they had already done it! Not a single one hesitated.
Move forward, move sideways, and bring your feet together.
The dance steps were very simple, yet the two of them performed them so beautifully.
The audience felt a complex mix of emotions.
In the empty dance hall, only two dancers were gracefully dancing. The girl in white high-heeled dance shoes twirled on the floor, and huge crystal chandeliers hung from the dome painted with murals, making the scene hazy. Both of them were coated with a layer of light. This was truly a magnificent dance!
At the end of the dance, the boy put his arm around the girl's waist, and the girl held onto the boy's arm. After a few spins, the girl's supple waist arched back, and her neck stretched out like a swan's, and the boy gently supported her.
Mission accomplished!
The audience erupted in applause, and the girls all looked over with admiration. Who wouldn't yearn for such a dreamlike, captivating dance in their youth? Every girl should have such a dance in her youth as a memento of her prime.
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P.S.: Writing this chapter for Qixi Festival is quite fitting for the occasion~~~~
Happy Qixi Festival, everyone!
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