Chapter 356
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Suddenly, the patriot took action. He grabbed Qin Guan and threatened him, "Do you know how to jump or not? Tell me! I'll strangle you if you tell me! "
He was about to be strangled. How could he say no? Qin Guan gave in under the pressure of the crowd.
"I know what you mean! Dance! I'll dance! "
Qin Guan took off his blue tie and shoved it into Xu's hands. Then he unbuttoned his shirt unhurriedly until he reached the third button.
Then he walked up to Cong Nianwei, bent down and stretched out his hand. "Beautiful lady, may I have a dance with you?"
This was the first dance between them. It was the beginning of a new school year, so he had to do it beautifully.
The Chinese students at the side started to cheer. This guy was interesting. He just didn't want to do it, but if he wanted to do it, he would do it so beautifully and in such a high-profile manner. Everyone present was more arrogant than the other, and they liked it very much.
Cong Nianwei smiled at Qin Guan and extended her hand to him. Qin Guan threw his suit jacket high in the air in Xu's direction.
Bao Zi's blue coat fell into Xu's hand after a beautiful arc.
"Hush …" Lan Jin whistled in a low voice, and the Chinese students around him also applauded loudly.
The two pairs noticed the commotion immediately. Before they could react, Qin Guan, who was only wearing a standard white shirt, walked onto the dance floor with his partner like a king.
For some reason, John and Wendy naturally gave up a little space in the middle. Most of the students who were there to watch the show also took this opportunity to walk out of the venue.
Drinking the sweet bubbling champagne and watching the dance scene unfold was the choice of these college students with infinite curiosity for gossip.
Lan Jin and the others were full of confidence in Qin Guan. The only weakness they were worried about was actually Cong Nianwei.
As the cheerful music started, Cong Nianwei's beautiful blue crystal shoes glowed beautifully. She lifted her leg high and kicked the ball lightly, officially opening the curtains on the freshmen's ball.
They were dancing "Cha Cha", a public display of affection on the dance floor of Columbia University. Qin Guan swayed his hips along with the rhythm. His slender trousers gave full play to his advantage.
"OH MY GOD … MY GOD …"
"I can't breathe … huff … huff …"
Outside the arena, there were exaggerated cheers from foreign girls everywhere, expressing their most intuitive reaction to this hot scene on the arena.
Qin Guan looked like a splendid feast, igniting the atmosphere of the Columbia University ball.
The group of young students who were pretending to be refined, smart, and capable finally couldn't beat the fiery emotions in their hearts. Although they couldn't perform such wonderful dance steps, they could give them the greatest blessing.
When their eyes met, they were full of affection and sparks. One was telling the story, the other was waving his hand, and the other was shaking his head.
They were constantly telling the story of music and performing the soul of dance.
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei took three steps forward and three steps back. Their breaths made their hair flutter in the air.
Cong Nianwei's beautiful and fair calves drew a graceful arc in her blue skirt. Her high heels touched Qin Guan's calves quickly.
Cong Nianwei was wearing a pair of dark blue suit pants. Her calves were connected and separated in an instant.
Then Qin Guan grabbed Cong Nianwei's hand and led her to the splendid dance.
The dazzling spinning and the slightly sweaty skin all revealed the heat of this dance.
Qin Guan raised his eyebrows and stopped spinning. He glanced at the audience, as if they were the only ones in his heart.
Cong Nianwei was lying on his knees with Qin Guan's arms around her waist, looking into his starry eyes.
The music gradually slowed down its cheerful rhythm, perfectly matching the rhythm of the passionate performers and dancers.
Qin Guan's cold expression suddenly changed. A warm smile appeared on his face.
Holding hands with Cong Nianwei, they raised their arms and bowed to the cheering students. Tom and Wendy, who were also on the court, were ignored by the crowd.
These two students, who were always the center of attention wherever they went in school, felt the emotions of the background wall for the first time. However, when they saw each other's dejection, they inexplicably felt much better.
It didn't matter who the prince and princess of the prom went to, as long as it didn't go to the guy who made them uncomfortable.
Lan Jin's hands turned red from clapping. He didn't know why, but he felt that it was the right thing to do. From time to time, he shared his pride with Xu Xiaoxiao, who was also enthusiastic about Qin Guan's performance.
When Qin Guan returned to the stage, he realized that he and Cong Nianwei had become famous among the students of Columbia University because of their dance. During the rest of the performance, various groups or individuals would approach them and talk to them.
The festive atmosphere reached its climax during the award ceremony of the freshmen ball. The lighting engineer in the ballroom slightly dimmed the lights in the ballroom, and the two projectors on the ceiling shone with a dazzling silver light.
A professor from Columbia stepped onto the stage and announced the name of the king of the freshmen.
"The master of the ball for the class of 02-03 is Cong Nianwei, a Chinese student from the Department of Civil Engineering. Our prince is..."
Before the tutor could say his name, the group of Chinese students shouted, "Qin Guan! Qin Guan! Qin Guan! "
"Yes, Qin Guan, a Chinese student from the School of Economics!"
The lights on the stage shone in their direction at the same time. Their shadows twisted into a beautiful halo. Holding Cong Nianwei's hand, Qin Guan walked at a steady pace. His aura was at its peak.
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