With the words spoken, Jenny decided to let Tang Xiaomin witness the prowess of a professional dancer, hoping to make her back down.
Coincidentally, the song Tang Xiaomin had chosen was very rhythmic and catchy, making it perfect for dancing.
Jenny tossed her short red hair and instantly transformed into a confident and captivating persona.
Her movements were bold and energetic, a wild yet controlled display of vitality.
She danced like a femme fatale who commanded the world, as confident and aloof as a proud princess.
Jenny's performance concluded.
With a triumphant and smug look, she eyed Tang Xiaomin.
"So, now you know the difference between professional and amateur. You should understand what to do next."
At this moment, Jenny was certain of her victory.
Just then, Tang Ye emerged from the elevator.
Jenny's sharp eyes spotted Tang Ye and she alerted Tang Xiaomin.
"Tang Xiaomin, Tang Ye is here. Fulfill your promise in front of me. We're all girls, don't be a sore loser." Sudan Novel Network
Arrogant and relying on her professional status, Jenny had repeatedly looked down on Tang Xiaomin.
This time, Tang Xiaomin would show her what a dimensional reduction strike meant.
Even a princess paled in comparison to a queen.
"Don't rush, I haven't danced yet. It's too early to say such things now."
Hearing this, Jenny frowned and then let out a mocking laugh.
"Tang Xiaomin, I was the runner-up in the last jazz dance competition. Do you think you still have a chance to beat me? Or do you intend to win with that childish dance of yours, like a cat pawing the ground?"
Jenny's words were filled with derision towards Tang Xiaomin.
Tang Ye walked over and, hearing Jenny's haughty remarks, his face darkened immediately as he retorted.
"Whatever dance my sister does is none of your business. Jenny, if you still consider me a friend, I ask you to apologize to my sister for your words."
Jenny's heart was wounded again.
Honestly, she had known Tang Ye since his debut.
Besides Tang Yiyi, she had only seen Tang Ye treat Tang Xiaomin well.
In fact, he treated Tang Xiaomin even better.
This was one of the reasons Jenny felt uncomfortable.
"Tang Ye, Tang Xiaomin herself asked to battle me just now. We agreed that if she lost, she wouldn't perform with you anymore. She has already lost."
"Tang Xiaomin, tell him yourself, isn't that right?"
Under Tang Ye's bewildered gaze, Tang Xiaomin nodded.
"That's right, I wanted to battle her."
Jenny eagerly chimed in.
"Tang Ye, you believe me now, don't you?"
...
Tang Ye truly couldn't understand why Tang Xiaomin would challenge Jenny when she knew she was outmatched.
Or perhaps, she had done it intentionally.
But regardless, this time it had to be Tang Xiaomin performing with him, no one else.
"Jenny, my decision is made and it won't change. Your bet with Xiaomin is meaningless."
Despite everything, Tang Ye remained stubbornly resolute.
Jenny frowned, utterly perplexed as to what spell Tang Xiaomin had cast on Tang Ye to make him so insistent on choosing this novice.
"Tang Xiaomin, a bet is a bet, why aren't you admitting defeat?"
Tang Xiaomin was speechless. Hadn't they just said she had no chance?
Tang Xiaomin calmly replied, "Oh, after you finish, it'll be my turn."
...
What!
Jenny had gone all out and unleashed her best moves, yet Tang Xiaomin still hadn't conceded?
Was she foolish?
Ignoring Jenny's shock and Tang Ye's confusion, Tang Xiaomin placed a hand on the car's hood and effortlessly flipped onto the roof, as agile as a swallow.
Then, she performed a breathtaking move.
Today, dressed in casual sportswear with white sneakers, she proceeded.
On the car roof, she executed a series of extremely difficult street dance moves: a grand circle, a windmill, and a Thomas flair.
Throughout the entire sequence, her body seemed to defy gravity, spinning with dazzling flair in the air.
After finishing, she jumped off the car and brushed off the dust.
As Tang Ye and Jenny stared in stunned silence, she calmly said.
"I'm done dancing. It's your turn."
...
Jenny stood frozen, utterly speechless with shock.
Her confidence was shattered, her self-proclaimed glory crushed.
She no longer possessed the courage or the skill to compete with Tang Xiaomin.
The few high-difficulty moves Tang Xiaomin had performed on the car roof were on par with world-class champion level.
Was there still a need to compete?
It was no longer necessary.
It was then that Jenny finally understood how laughable, tragic, and pathetic her previous contempt and disdain for Tang Xiaomin had been...
As Jenny remained silent, Tang Xiaomin got into the passenger seat first.
"We're going home now. You should head back too," Tang Ye said.
As the car started, Jenny suddenly ran forward.
"Can you tell me when you started learning to dance?"
Tang Xiaomin thought, Jenny, relying on her former runner-up title, why wasn't she still arrogant?
"It hasn't been that long, only about ten years or so."
"What?" Jenny was shocked again.
"So, you've been learning since you were a child?"
...
Tang Xiaomin gave Jenny a faint smile, neither confirming nor denying.
"Tang Ye, drive."
Tang Ye stepped on the gas and sped away.
Not getting an answer was often the most torturous.
Let Jenny guess for herself.
Tang Ye asked weakly.
"Xiaomin, when exactly did you learn to dance? I remember you didn't seem to be good at it."
"Just today."
"What? Today? I didn't teach you anything that difficult."
This was truly preposterous.
However, for a monster like Tang Xiaomin, performing some difficult moves wasn't entirely unusual.
After Tang Xiaomin's dimensional reduction strike, Jenny probably wouldn't bother them anymore.
Just then, Tang Xiaomin's phone rang.
She glanced at it; it was Lu Sisi calling.
She chose to ignore it, letting the call go to voicemail.
But the caller was persistent, making three calls before finally ceasing for the moment.
Tang Ye casually asked.
"Who was it? They called three times, seemed quite urgent."
Tang Ye assumed Tang Xiaomin was having another minor spat with her boyfriend and offered some heartfelt advice.
"Xiaomin, if being with a man makes you feel troubled, it's best to part ways, no matter how good his conditions are."
"Marriage is made up of everyday chores, trivial matters, and all sorts of minor details. It's very troublesome, so you must be cautious."
"Uh," she responded faintly.
For some reason, the thought of Tang Xiaomin marrying someone else, belonging to another man, made Tang Ye's chest feel increasingly heavy. He irritably loosened the top button of his shirt.