Let’s Do A Girl Group Dance! (1)

In the brief period of several minutes, the sophomore year’s big group had already boiled to the sky*.

*T/N: Boiling to the sky: noisy and chaotic.

Fang Li wanted to dance!

And the newly-promoted school grass, Class 9’s sports representative, wanted to dance with him!

It would’ve been fine already. Anyway, Ruan Qingmu always rebelled against orthodoxy and was rampant in doing things, so it didn’t seem that overly shocking.

But – but!

Class 1 Boss, the iceberg top student, the school grass first place, and the vice president of the disciplinary department, Qin Yuan, also fucking wanted to dance!

“Ahhh. Am I dreaming? In this life, can this girl see Qin Yuan dancing onstage?!”

“Qin Yuan will dance together with Ruan Qingmu! 555. It won’t do. My blood tank is already empty* in advance…”

*T/N: Blood tank is empty: you have received a blow to the heart and have been killed by beauty and handsomeness.

“I will whisper this. Am I the only one who wants to see Fang Li dance more? I have a feeling he can dance and even dance well?”

“Yes, yes. I always felt that he could dance. Don’t ask why, just going by intuition.”

“What are they dancing to? Street dance? It must be super A*, super refreshing, and super cool!

*T/N: A: people who are full of handsomeness and manliness.

Several Class 1’s boys in Fu Songhua’s dorm were also surprised. “Old Fu, do you know that class monitor will be participating in the show? Why is there no talk about it?”

Fu Songhua blankly looked at them, his gaze at a loss. “I-I don’t know.”

“You have a good relationship with the class monitor and are so close with Fang Li. Why don’t you know anything?” His roommate clicked his tongue while shaking his head. “It looks like you’ve been abandoned!”

In the next-door Class 9’s dorm, Bai Jing and the others froze in shock and looked at Fang Li dumbfoundedly. “Boss Qin with you guys? Wearing women’s clothes too?!”

Fang Li looked at the big QQ group in horror. “I-I don’t know, ah. It’s impossible.”
As he was still staring at his phone dumbfoundedly, Ruan Qingmu’s message arrived.

“I’m sorry. Someone insisted on taking part in it. Why don’t we bring him along? If you’re unwilling, it’s fine too. We will kick him out.”

In dorm 106, the two people had already gotten in bed and looked at their phones with their heads side by side.

Qin Yuan looked at the big group while glancing at Ruan Qingmu’s phone. Then, he snatched Ruan Qingmu’s phone.

He casually typed another string of messages in the chat box. “I’m joking. Qin Yuan is too handsome. I’m begging you to let him join us. I really look forward to being on the stage with him.”

Ruan Qingmu: “…”

Damn, so shameless.

Fang Li was terrified and surprised, thinking it was Ruan Qingmu on the other side, and hurried to reply, “Of course, we can! … b-but Ruan-ge, did you tell him that we will be wearing women’s clothes?”

Ruan Qingmu snatched back his phone and replied like thunder that was too fast for people to cover their ears*. “Don’t worry. He knows and is very excited.”

*T/N: A thunder too fast for people to cover their ears: is a metaphor for the ferocious force that makes people too late to be prepared.

Fang Li was flabbergasted on the other side.

In dorm room 106, Ruan Qingmu was laughing while rolling around when Qin Yuan’s phone suddenly rang.

Fu Songhua’s voice came out, carefully saying, “Class monitor, are you going to perform with Fang Li and the others?”

Qin Yuan let out an “mm.” “Mm. I just decided on a whim.”

Fu Songhua was stunned by the receiver before suddenly saying, “That… do you guys still lack people?”

Qin Yuan: “???”

He glanced at Ruan Qingmu on the side and pondered for a while. “I’m only making up the numbers. Why don’t you ask the two of them?”

Fu Songhua let out an “oh” and hung up the call.

Ruan Qingmu squinted his eyes and was about to mock him when his phone rang.

… Fu Songhua.

He accepted the call. “What?”

Fu Songhua stammered, his voice vague, “Student Ruan, I want to ask you something. Have you decided on how many people will be in your dance show? Isn’t it better if there were more people?”

Ruan Qingmu indifferently said, “I don’t know, ah. We just randomly formed a group. We’re the backup dancers and Fang Li is the main dancer. You should ask him.”

Fu Songhua clenched his teeth tightly. “Can you help me ask him? I’ve led people to do aerobic gymnastics in PE class. I… I can also try to learn the dance.”

Ruan Qingmu listened to his soft voice and became angry. “Fu Songhua, are you covering up the microphone to speak? Why? Do you think it’s shameful? I’m telling you. We’re not dancing an ordinary dance. We will be wearing women’s clothes and makeup!”

After pausing, he sneered. “You’re quivering now—the hell with joining, ah. Will you fall head first down the stage from embarrassment at that time?”

He directly hung up the call without giving Fu Songhua the chance to speak.

The several boys in Fu Songhua’s dorm were in a discussion when they suddenly saw Fu Songhua jump down from the bed and step on his slippers, rushing outside without saying a word.

“It will be lights out soon. Old Fu, what are you doing?” Several boys turned to look at each other in dismay.

Nobody was in the corridor. Fu Songhua ran in big strides to Fang Li and Bai Jing’s dorm, suddenly pushing the door open.

The lights were still on and several Class 9’s boys looked at the door in shock. “Hey. Old Fu, who are you looking for?”