"Billie Jean is not my lover"
(Billy Jane is not my lover)
“Shes just a girl Who claims that I am the one”
(She was just the girl who called me the culprit.)
"But the kid is not my son..."
(But that child isn't my own flesh and blood...)
Next, the mysterious singer on stage broke free from the crowd surrounding the bar.
He went outside to the empty street, holding a microphone and singing and shouting helplessly.
Both his eyes and his singing voice revealed a sense of vicissitude and a sobbing tone.
It seems to have been triggered by this incident.
The singer in black then simply started dancing in the wind-swept street.
Accompanied by a melancholy song.
Sometimes she would suddenly raise her leg and kick, revealing her conspicuous white socks.
Sometimes it would suddenly rise onto its tiptoes to support its entire body weight.
Or it spins wildly in place, as if all friction with the ground has been eliminated...
Every unique dance move seems to be an expression of inner repression and disappointment through body language.
Yet it blended perfectly with the singing and emotions.
Wow~
"What dance style is this? Is it street dance?"
Each unconventional yet unique dance move immediately caught the eye of the audience, both in the audience and in the live broadcast room.
The dance moves may seem crazy or nonsensical.
When pieced together, it gives people an indescribable sense of artistic beauty.
It's like the paintings of those abstract masters throughout history.
The difficulty and obscurity make it hard to discern the meaning, yet they leave a deep impression on those who have appreciated them, making them unforgettable.
The mysterious singer in black before us, or rather, the abstract dance performed by Wang Yueheng.
It brings people this indescribable sense of awe.
"Huh, it looks like a random dance, but why does it seem kind of interesting?"
"Jumping around blindly? Try jumping around blindly."
"Just the stationary sliding step alone is something most people can't master in a few days!"
"Although each movement seems haphazard, it would be impossible to perform these movements so easily without a solid foundation in dance!"
"As expected, Wang Yueheng is increasingly developing into a hidden gem. Who would have thought he had such a skill up his sleeve!"
"Wang Yueheng YYDS!"...
As one exaggerated, unique, and captivating dance move after another appeared.
The live stream chat became increasingly lively.
Many audience members, caught up in the music, even pushed back their chairs, wanting to imitate Wang Yueheng's dance moves.
However, to their surprise, they found that they either couldn't lift their legs that high at all, or they stepped on their right foot with their left foot.
They simply can't replicate that feeling of friction disappearing and silky smooth dance steps on stage.
Then, amidst the rhythmic beat of drums...
Another scene that amazed everyone appeared.
The brightly lit bars and streetlights around us suddenly went out.
The spotlight shone again on Wang Yueheng, who had just taken off his hat to dance.
He had one hand behind his head and the other hand holding his top hat, his arm outstretched.
Then, accompanied by a continuous drumbeat, under the bright white spotlight, he slowly raised his arm and put the top hat on his head.
He then suddenly turned around.
After another period of sliding in place.
While walking forward, my body kept moving backward.
A short while later, it moved a long distance behind the stage as if by magic.
It creates a powerful visual illusion.
"ah??"
"How did he do that?"...
This seemingly simple yet bizarre dance move instantly caused an uproar among the audience.
The audience members stood up, eager to see how he performed such a dance move.
They still rely on some kind of stage mechanism to complete these bizarre dance steps.
"My God, what's going on? Am I seeing things?"
Standing on the side of the stage, Teacher He stared in surprise at Wang Yueheng, who was inexplicably "drifting" backward on the stage.
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