The student prom can’t be too demanding. The 305 brothers in suits and shoes are hard to come by. Regardless of male and female students, most of them wear daily clothes, including leather coats, overcoats, windbreakers, and down jackets. Some students even dance in homespun pants.

Of course, if you can dress up, you still have to dress up.

The students are very clean and tidy. The men use clean water as mousse to set the shape, partial, middle, and various grades. The hair is combed to be greasy; the women wiped the pecho, clam oil, and hand cream, and the whole body was fragrant. There is an attraction.

When Peng Shengli entered the ballroom, he was at a loss and could only stand in a daze in the corner. He regretted coming here a bit.

Zhou Zhengyu is the most showy. This kid shows off all kinds of skills, and his girlfriend also has a solid foundation, and gradually turned into a dance performance. There were several pairs around who stopped directly and watched them dancing with a smile, and gave warm applause at the end of the song.

Song Weiyang held Lin Zhuoyun's little hand in one hand, and held her vest with the other hand, pacing along with the music: "Have you not skipped too much before?"

"You are almost the same, I have already stepped on my feet." Lin Zhuoyun said amusedly.

Song Weiyang said: "I haven't danced ballroom dancing for almost 20 years."

Lin Zhuoyun said: "Come on, you are not yet 20 years old!"

"That's what I said." Song Weiyang laughed.

If Lin Zhuoyun hadn't made an appointment to dance, and his roommates had also been dispatched, Song Weiyang would definitely not want to dance.

Too old-fashioned, or too advanced!

Twenty years later, there are only two types of people who dance ballroom dances in China, one is professional dancers, and the other is old men and old ladies. By the way, there are so-called high-class social dance parties, just smile, don’t take it seriously.

After stepping on Lin Zhuoyun several feet, Song Weiyang finally got acquainted, and smelling the delicate fragrance of the girl was a kind of enjoyment.

These days, ballroom dancing is popular among the people, and they especially like to play with meat.

Folk dance halls often jump halfway through and suddenly turn off the lights, and men and women with black lights cuddling, how ambiguous and ambiguous you can be, and where you can touch your hands depends on your guts.

The school dance party is fairly clean, and there is no such kind of tricks.

Of course, there may be people who want to do it, but if you encounter a report, don't think about it again.

At the end of the song, Song Weiyang and Lin Zhuoyun stood chatting on the spot. No way, the ballroom is too crowded, there is no place to rest, and there is no fruit drink to provide.

Just dance, and come again after dancing. The feet are numb when jumping, and the students are still enjoying themselves. This kind of happiness is the purest.

"Mr. Song, your dancing skills seem to be a little bad. You have trampled on Miss Lin's shoes." Li Yalun appeared out of nowhere.

Song Weiyang smiled and said, "I am practicing hard."

Li Yalun said: "Why not. Ms. Zhang and I both dance well. We exchange partners. I will teach Miss Lin to dance, and Miss Zhang will teach you to dance, so that we can learn faster."

"Sorry." Lin Zhuoyun refused directly, because she was afraid of Song Weiyang's misunderstanding.

Song Weiyang sold well even if he was cheap, and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, it looks like I'm going to betray your kindness."

Li Yalun said with a stinky face, turned around and walked directly to the ballroom gate.

"Ellen, where are you going?" Zhang Lin hurried to catch up.

Li Yalun wanted to give up. He found a woman in China so easy, there was no need to hang himself on the tree Lin Zhuoyun. But after walking a few steps, he couldn't bear the resentment in his heart. Zhang Lin just came over and immediately asked, "What the **** does Song Weiyang do? Is it the CEO of Xifeng in the newspaper?"

Zhang Lin was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "I'm familiar with the name, I saw it in the newspaper."

"Don't talk nonsense," Li Yalun said, "I ask you if he is Xifeng's boss!"

"Maybe it is." Zhang Lin said.

"Then he is a student now?" Li Yalun asked.

"Is Xifeng's boss a student?" Zhang Lin didn't pay much attention to business news.

"He just entered the university!" Li Yalun said.

Song Weiyang's anti-Japanese essay in the industrial and commercial circles set off an upsurge of local companies resisting foreign investment. Because of this move, Song Weiyang is well-known among foreign companies, and Li Yalun, a special adviser to Citibank, also paid special attention to him.

Zhang Lin's response was quick: "You mean, Song Weiyang is Xifeng's boss, and he was admitted to Fudan University, Lin Zhuoyun is in love with the students?"

Li Yalun asked: "Can Chinese teachers fall in love with students?"

"It shouldn't be possible," Zhang Lin said.

"What should it mean?" Li Yalun didn't understand.

Zhang Lin explained: "The law has no explicit stipulations, but if things go wrong, the school will definitely stop them."

Li Yalun smiled suddenly: "Let's go, let's go to the bar together."

Although Zhang Lin yearned for life as a lighthouse in the United States, she was not a person without a bottom line. She grabbed Li Yalun's clothes and asked, "You want to expose them?"

"Why not?" Li Yalun shrugged.

"If you do this, Lin Zhuoyun won't be able to stay in Fudan anymore!" Zhang Lin said.

Li Yalun smiled and said: "I just want to breathe. Don't you want to go to the United States? I will take you there."

Zhang Lin has serious doubts about Li Yalun's character at the moment, but a sentence of "going to the United States" quickly drops her IQ and morality. She clenched her fists tightly and loosely, and said weakly, "I don't think this is very good. Besides, they didn't offend you, so why not end the trouble."

Li Yalun didn't know why he was so angry, but he was so flustered that he felt uncomfortable if he didn't vent.

When in the United States, Li Yalun was very resilient, kept low-key and cautious, and was able to keep smiling even when he was humiliated in public. But when he came to China, within just over a year, his whole person quickly swelled up and became self-willed and irritable. He didn't know this situation himself.

It's normal to be rejected after chasing girls. Li Yalun has experienced several times in the United States, and at most he was lost for a few days. He never thought of revenge.

But he just can't swallow this bad breath now!

Throwing away those messy thoughts, Li Yalun suddenly grabbed Zhang Lin's waist and smiled: "Go, go to the bar for a few drinks, and talk about it later."

Zhang Lin felt a little sick, and wanted to push Li Yalun away, raising her hand and letting it go, but in the end she didn't resist the temptation to go abroad.

In the ballroom, Zhou Zhengyu smiled and touched the tape recorder, took out a tape, and said to the classmate who was playing the tune: "It's exciting!"

"What tune?" the classmate asked.

"Disco!" Zhou Zhengyu said.

"All right." The student quickly changed the tape.

"Boom, boom, boom boom boom"

The rhythmic music stunned all the students. They had never skipped such a fast-paced dance.

Zhou Zhengyu laughed and ran the dance floor, shouting loudly: "Savage Disco, students let go!"

Disco entered China in the 1980s, but it was only a slow pace that old men and women could dance. Just in 1994, a disco tape was released in the northeast, and it was named Savage Disco. The strong and wild style quickly spread from the north to the south.

"Come on, jump with me!"

Zhou Zhengyu raised his hands and patted ~lightnovelpub.net~, twisting his waist and shrugging his hips, his actions were nasty, and his whole person was as mad.

The other students were dumbfounded, and soon burst into laughter, and more and more people joined them.

Jumping and jumping, Zhou Zhengyu also pulled Peng Shengli, who had been in the cold, onto the dance floor, shaking his head and shouting: "Victory, let go, jump!"

Peng Shengli is relatively shy, he just started to twist his waist awkwardly, and gradually he followed the dance melody madly. He has never danced, just twisting his whole body indiscriminately, spreading his teeth and claws, and going crazy, but the more he jumps, he seems to be able to vent all the long-standing depression in his heart through those crazy movements.

Not to mention, Peng Shengli's wild disco was even more contagious than Zhou Zhengyu, and many people swayed with him.

"Hahaha, this kind of dance is really interesting!" Lin Zhuoyun writhed against Song Weiyang.

Song Weiyang thought that an era of flurry of demons had arrived, and the old-fashioned disco would be gone forever.