"yeah--"

Everyone in the musical club took the lead in cheering.

Not to mention anything else, just the movement of lowering your waist is enough to impress ordinary people.

Jun slowly raised his arms, bowed to everyone in imitation of the movements of the mechanical doll, then raised his right hand and made a gesture to Cheng Qianxue not far away-

It's your turn!

Cheng Qianxue's expression turned pale since Jun Qing took off her coat.

She is an expert, so of course she understands how difficult it is for Jun Qing to dance.

Not to mention their street dance club, even if you look at the entire imperial capital, there are probably not many girls who can achieve Jun Qing's level.

In this game, Cheng Qianxue lost again.

Looking at the audience below the stage with a side face, his eyes flashed over the leaders and reporters in the two rows in front of him, and landed on Zhou Shaochuan. Cheng Qianxue was secretly anxious.

In this game, she must save the situation.

Otherwise, this dance fight will definitely lose.

But, how to save it?

The other party has already produced such a powerful dance. If she wants to turn the tables, she must use a more difficult dance to fight.

After gritting his teeth, Cheng Qianxue walked back to the center of the stage.

After a few simple opening moves, she bent down and supported the floor with her hands to start a difficult floor dance.

Floor dance combines Brazilian battle dance, gymnastics and martial arts and other movements, which requires high strength to the dancer, which is not Cheng Qianxue's strength.

But, in order to win, she had no other choice.

After barely supporting several sets of Thomas spins, Cheng Qianxue stood up and wanted to end his dance with an inverted stand-up action.

However, the balance was not well controlled, and his arm flicked and fell to the ground out of control.

Jun Qing stood beside him and saw Cheng Qian fall to the ground. He ran over naturally, trying to hold her arm.

"Are you okay?"

High-intensity street dance is also full of dangers.

"Go away!"

Cheng Qianxue pushed her away angrily.

"Snow Group!"

"President!"

...

The street dance club watching the battle on the Taiwan side rushed to the stage one after another and helped Cheng Qianxue up with all her strength.

"How are you?"

"President, aren't you injured?"

...

Zhou Shaochuan also rushed down from the stage and held Cheng Qianxue.

"Xiaoxue, are you okay?"

Cheng Qianxue shook her head gently and wanted to walk up and jump again. Zhou Shaochuan grabbed her arm and raised his left hand to signal the music to stop.

"Xiaoxue is injured and can't continue dancing. This time...even if the two societies are tied!"

Just now, when Cheng Qianxue pushed Jun Qing away, she used her right hand, and her right hand was not injured at all.

Jun Qing is not a fool, so it is not difficult to guess Zhou Shaochuan’s idea, because he wanted to use Cheng Qianxue’s injury to confuse the public.

"Chairman Zhou, why do you think this is a draw?"

"that is!"

"It's obviously she who lost!"

...

Everyone from the Musical Club rushed to the stage and stood beside Jun Qing.

"The dance fight is not over yet, why are we losing?"

"Your people make mistakes, you lose!"

The two sides started arguing with each other.

The audience in the audience was also talking.

Zhou Shaochuan knew that if this continued, he could not convince the public. His eyes turned and he took a step forward.

"Xiaoxue was injured and couldn't dance anymore. You didn't want to admit the draw, so I had to change someone else to dance with you. Dali, come!"

With Zhou Shaochuan's voice, a boy from the street dance club walked out of the crowd.
Chapter completed!