In the midst of applause,
Little Ye took her father’s hand confidently and walked onto the stage.
However, after hearing the dance teacher’s announcent, the parents in the audience beca restless.
"A combination of classical and modern dance? Little Ye’s dad really knows how to play, doesn’t he? Isn’t this just ssing around?"
"Yeah, they were just cramming at the last minute, and instead of sticking to one dance style properly, they went for sothing high-end. It’s really too amusing."
"Ye’s dad is obviously ready to throw in the towel. Such an influence on a child from a young age is not a good thing."
The girls competing against Little Ye were also snickering non-stop.
"That’s it! We’ve got this in the bag, there’s no need to even watch Little Ye’s dance."
"Let’s see if she’s still so arrogant now. Didn’t the teacher say she had the highest talent for dance, and always praised her? Let’s see how the teacher will praise her this ti!"
The girls were smug,
and the music on stage had already begun to play.
A powerful classical piece amplified the weight of history and the cruelty of war.
As the music played, Little Ye moved, and Ye Fei moved as well.
They each perford distinctively in two completely different dance styles.
Little Ye’s dancing was delicate, adorable, and tinged with a touch of desolation,
leaving the parents in the audience marveling in admiration.
Was this the performance of a child who had been dancing for less than two weeks?
Such talent, it was too incredible!
Even the teacher was filled with satisfaction and joy, nodding repeatedly with approval.
And when their gaze shifted to Ye Fei’s dance,
they were utterly and completely astonished.
It was a strong visual shock.
The masculine charm of ancient tis combined with a deep and profound performance, complented by the classical music,
giving the illusion of travelling back a thousand years in an instant.
Especially since Ye Fei was not only performing himself,
but also doing his utmost to complent his daughter.
Sotis displaying deep fatherly affection, sotis facing life and death partings, and sotis reuniting after a long separation.
Their limbs, their movents, the perfect expressions,
dramatically conveyed the helplessness and tragedy of an ancient father and daughter, along with the sunshine and hope of the modern era.
Although most of the parents present didn’t understand dance,
they were deeply moved by the heartfelt performance on stage, many with tears streaming down their faces.
The beautiful mother, who was a professional dancer, cried even harder.
But what shook her more was the sheer amazent.
Hearing the surrounding questions, the beautiful mother softly explained, "The dance Ye’s dad is performing, the ’Nine-Part Music,’ belongs to classical dance, and not many people understand this genre anymore."
"I never imagined that Ye’s dad could perform it so perfectly. I am truly amazed."
Upon hearing this, the other parents had an a-ha mont: "So Ye’s dad is a professional too! Never judge a book by its cover!"
The beautiful mother smiled bitterly: "Professional? Are you joking? Compared to his skill in dance, the word ’professional’ hardly does him justice."
"He’s absolutely at the master level! No, he should be considered a grandmaster level! Even higher praise would not be an exaggeration for him!"
Though the parents did not fully understand the beautiful mother’s words, they felt the weight behind them.
Recalling their earlier dismissive remarks about Ye’s dad, they felt as if they had no place to hide their faces.
And the little girls who had been so confident and sure of victory earlier were now downcast with their lips pouted, silent.
As the dance ca to an end,
The large hand held the small one, bowing deeply to the audience.
In an instant, the room erupted with a tsunami of applause.
The dance teacher, trembling with emotion, walked onto the stage, having forgotten all about the audience of parents below. With tears in her eyes, she grasped Ye Fei’s hand tightly.
"Ye’s dad, ah no, Mr. Ye! I had no idea your mastery of classical dance had reached such an incredible peak."
"No wonder Little Ye has such a high dance talent, she’s inherited your excellent genes!"
"How could I dare teach your child? I’ve really been too presumptuous."
Ye Fei hurriedly responded with humility, "Please don’t say that, teacher. I just have a little understanding of the ancient Daxia dances, and know nothing about modern dance. When it cos to modern dance, I still look up to your guidance for Little Ye!"
The dance teacher was visibly moved: "Blessed with your trust, rest assured, I will not waste Little Ye’s talent!"
The beautiful mother couldn’t help but step forward, offering a photo of a star she kept in her wallet all year round.
"Um, Mr. Ye, would you mind giving your autograph?"
"Why not."
Ye Fei took the pen and swiftly signed his na in the corner of the photo.
"Such beautiful handwriting!"
The beautiful mother cherished the photo, holding it close as if it were a treasure.
The dance teacher turned and asked the audience, "Parents, I suppose there is no need to choose today’s champion, right? Everyone should already have the answer in their hearts."
"Absolutely! Today’s champion can only be Little Ye!"
Cheers from the parents filled the air.
The dance teacher then loudly declared, "Alright, I officially announce the winner of today’s competition to be Little Ye’s family! Let’s give a round of applause!"
Wow!
Listening to the applause from the audience, gazing at the adoring faces, Little Ye was overwheld with emotion.
Clinging tightly to her father’s hand, she fully basked in the glory that was hers.
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