บท 171: The Lolita Fan

Flowers poured on Qin Guan's head. He picked one up and pinned it on his hair for fun.

"Ouch! F*cking thorns!" If only he had a high IQ.

As Qin Guan was moving on the stage, the music changed to a sad song.

"She was an orphan. Her mother died when she was three..."

Hey, bro! Stop tricking me! How can I dance to this one?

In a flash of inspiration, Qin Guan thought of the contemporary dance he had learned recently. He began to roll around on the floor. "Ouch! So many thorns! It hurts!"

He rolled, looked up, straightened his chest, opened his arms, and ran forward. He took a small leap and jumped high before rolling on the floor and doing a perfect split with a grimace.

He showed the concept of the sad music through contemporary dance.

His idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel. His performance was pretty good, and some old guests bought flowers.

His pants were too tight though, and they got torn when he jumped in the air.