275: Chapter 275: No Shame in Losing to Me [11 Updates] 275: Chapter 275: No Shame in Losing to Me [11 Updates] Ning Fan watched Bai Yunxi with a grin, completely ignoring everyone else around them.
Bai Yunxi’s eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Ning Fan.
She even dug at her ears, thinking she had heard wrong.
What did this guy just say?
That he is the God of Dance?
“Hahaha!
I must have heard wrong!”
“Is this dude a clown who thinks he’s a monkey?
A God of Dance, why not just say he’s the Great Sage Equalling Heaven!”
“I’m the Jade Emperor then.
The God of Dance, that’s hilarious!”
“Who on earth invited him here, just to crack jokes?
I’m about to die laughing!”
At this time, the students from the dance department burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by Ning Fan’s statement.
Meanwhile, Bai Yunxi’s agent, Zheng Wenxiu, couldn’t help but laugh out loud too.
Shen Xuedong sneered, looking at Ning Fan as if he were a madman.
Now, he was not only unangry but also reminding himself not to argue with a lunatic.
“What a God of Dance!”
Shen Xuedong burst out laughing and even began to applaud involuntarily.
“Teacher Shen, don’t get upset with this madman!”
“Right, the guy’s just a lunatic, probably a patient who escaped from a mental hospital.
We definitely shouldn’t rile him up.”
“But seriously, I’m dying with laughter here.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen someone so funny!”
At this moment, everyone saw Ning Fan as a complete joke.
Boasting that he is the God of Dance, he must still be living in a dream.
In the audience seats, Xu Xiaoqing walked slowly to a corner with Wang Xiaodie and the others, her face flushing.
She couldn’t help but mutter, “I’d better not admit I know him…”
At this time, Zheng Wenxiu’s laughter grew louder, her eyes even starting to tear up, truly amused to tears by Ning Fan’s words.
Ning Fan shrugged his shoulders and asked with a smile, “What are you laughing at?”
Zheng Wenxiu’s laughter suddenly stopped, seemingly surprised that Ning Fan could still stand here, unfazed by everyone’s ridicule.
Zheng Wenxiu shook his head, laughing, “I’m laughing at your naivety!”
In fact, Zheng Wenxiu really wanted to say Ning Fan was a lunatic, but thinking that he might truly be one, at that moment, Zheng Wenxiu felt some sympathy for the man before her.
“Oh?” Ning Fan drew out his voice, his lips curving into an enigmatic smile, “How about a bet?
If my dance is better than this trash, may I ask this lady for a dance?”
Ning Fan looked confidently at Zheng Wenxiu.
Bai Yunxi shook her head at his side, feeling even more convinced that Ning Fan had truly lost his mind.
She wanted to urge Ning Fan to leave quickly, but his look stopped her.
Bai Yunxi froze, and for some reason, a sense of trust welled up in her heart.
She wondered if this man could actually…?
No sooner had this thought appeared, Bai Yunxi immediately shook her head, laughing at herself.
A man of unknown origin, looking so unreliable, how could he possibly…
However, looking at Ning Fan’s confident demeanor, Bai Yunxi started to feel a flicker of expectation.
On the other hand, dance teacher Shen Xuedong was now shaking with anger, his complexion turning stiff.
“You little brat, who did you call trash?
Do you, a greenhorn, even have the qualifications to dance?
Do you know what dance is?”
Shen Xuedong shot back sharply, trying to degrade Ning Fan altogether.
“You think you’re some kind of madman, so I didn’t take you too seriously, but you really see yourself as something special, don’t you?
Give you an inch and you want to run a dyeing house, is that it!”
At this moment, Shen Xuedong was seething with anger, pointing at Ning Fan’s nose and swearing like a fishwife.
Shen Xuedong’s followers were also chiming in at this time, saying, “Mr.
Shen, don’t bother with him, hurry and have the security throw him out!”
“Talk about not recognizing a favor, you can’t even judge your own reflection in piss!”
A group of people didn’t stop their mockery towards Ning Fan, filled with righteous indignation as they watched Shen Xuedong getting angry.
Ning Fan shrugged his shoulders, flashed a grin, and looked at Shen Xuedong with amusement, stroking his chin he asked, “You don’t dare?”
Shen Xuedong’s eyes bulged, his face turning alternately red and white with rage, he yelled sharply, “I don’t dare?
It’s you who aren’t worthy!”
Shen Xuedong had always considered himself above others, and a person like Ning Fan was the kind he looked down upon the most, now being provoked by him, his rage had nowhere to vent.
Zheng Wenxiu shook her head as she watched the farce, and couldn’t help but glance at Bai Yunxi beside her.
Seeing that Bai Yunxi’s gaze was locked on Ning Fan all this time, she frowned once more.
This made Zheng Wenxiu even more certain that Bai Yunxi knew Ning Fan, instantly causing some anger to flare within her.
“Yunxi, what kind of people do you know?
You should sever ties with this sort of person early to avoid trouble because of him in the future!”
Zheng Wenxiu walked over to Bai Yunxi and whispered in her ear a gentle reminder.
Bai Yunxi responded with a bitter smile upon hearing this, shaking her head without offering any explanation.
In fact, her acquaintance with Ning Fan was only superficial, but this mere acquaintance was somewhat complicated.
Recalling the incident in the bathroom that night, Bai Yunxi felt a wave of shame and anger.
At that moment, Ning Fan’s eyes twinkled, and he mockingly looked at Shen Xuedong, chuckling, “If you don’t dare, just admit it, losing to me isn’t a disgrace!”
“You’re full of shit, it’s you who aren’t worthy, not that I don’t dare!”
Shen Xuedong’s face was ashen, his gaze icy as he glared at Ning Fan.
The anger in his heart had swelled to an alarming degree, ready to erupt at any moment under Ning Fan’s repeated verbal challenges; Shen Xuedong struggled to regain his composure.
“You should look at yourself; do you even qualify to compete with me?!”
Shen Xuedong sneered, looking down on Ning Fan disdainfully.
Ning Fan didn’t get angry, instead, he smiled heartily, slowly walking towards Shen Xuedong.
Seeing him approach, Shen Xuedong felt inexplicably timid, not daring to meet Ning Fan’s eyes.
His voice trembling, he asked, “What are you trying to do?!”
“Damn it, this guy isn’t thinking of getting physical, is he!”
“Back off, bastard!
If he dares to lay a hand on Mr.
Shen, I’ll break his three legs!”
“Be careful, Mr.
Shen!”
The students nearby exclaimed in alarm, slowly surrounding the scene, intending to protect their teacher, Mr.
Shen.
However, after Ning Fan walked up to Shen Xuedong, he only smiled faintly, appearing congenial, showing no intention of getting physical.
Ning Fan paused, seemingly struck by a thought, and whispered into Shen Xuedong’s ear, “Let’s keep it down; I know you care about face, so if you don’t dare, just tell me secretly, no disgrace.”
In an instant, Shen Xuedong’s handsome face contorted fiercely, Ning Fan’s mocking voice fully igniting the rage in his heart.
“You little bastard, if you can beat me, I’ll acknowledge you as my master!”