Following the rhythm, Feng Xiaoyun performed a very gorgeous set of street dance moves, which immediately attracted the attention of most of the people nearby. Many girls put their only flower in front of him without thinking, and then ran away shyly.
Yan Zi was even cheering and waving his hands to canvass votes for Feng Xiaoyun.
Soon, some contestants who felt inferior to them voluntarily withdrew, and others also chose to withdraw after seeing the pitiful little flowers in front of them swaying in the wind.
As a result, there were fewer and fewer dancers in the square, and the remaining dancers began to slowly move closer to the dance battle. Naturally, some people with bad intentions would help them push the flowers they received to the back.
Soon there were only three dancers left on the stage. Feng Xiaoyun was dancing more and more enthusiastically, his body was fully mobilized, and various difficult moves appeared one after another. Coupled with his perfect sense of rhythm, he gained more and more support. Many people who had saved their flowers for last also chose to give them to him.
A dancer wearing a fish head mask gradually became exhausted, so in the end only Fat Dragon and Feng Xiaoyun were left on the stage performing SOLO.
This fat dragon is quite funny. He is already quite fat, and he has a drum on his belly that looks like a protruding belly. It makes a thumping sound when you hit it.
With his cute fat dragon mask, he just stomped his feet and patted his belly to the beat of the drum. The flowers behind him were almost all given by the laughing children around him.
"Hu, hu! Brother, you give up, right? I promised my wife that I must get first place." Fat Dragon said in a hoarse voice while beating the drum.
Feng Xiaoyun felt a little strange. Why did this voice sound familiar?
But at this time, he didn't bother to think too much. While doing a few simple movements, he said breathlessly: "Sorry, brother, I also promised my wife that I must take first place."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person on the other side suddenly stopped, and then saw Fatty Long take off his mask and throw it to the ground: "Little bastard, who are you calling brother?"
"Hahahahahaha!" Yan Zi stood beside his mother, Chen Mei, and Yun Xiangrong, laughing uncontrollably. They had just spotted each other downstairs, and only Feng Jianguo and Feng Xiaoyun, who were dancing hard upstairs, didn't know each other's identities.
"Dad!" Feng Xiaoyun felt like her whole body was about to break apart. Why was her dad here?
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