Chapter 2: Wonderful Dance and Clear Song

  She originally had long hair like a waterfall, a elegant one-piece dress, a standard melon-shaped face, and intelligent almond eyes. That steady and dignified temperament has now become disheveled and lost. Nevertheless, it still cannot cover up her delicate and translucent young face.

  The girl in the back seat, Huamu Qing, took advantage of the spare time in the car to quickly take off the dress covering her outside, fortunately she was still wearing a short-sleeved shirt inside, so she didn't reveal too much.

  Putting on the already prepared theatrical costume, Huamu Qing let out a breath of relief, and unconsciously glanced around, colliding with the gaze of the small-eyed driver uncle, both of whom were startled and screamed.

  The driver uncle awkwardly withdrew his gaze, cleared his throat, and concealed his guilty emotions.

  Huā Mù Qíng grabbed her own skirt, no time to pay attention to anything else, and slightly tidied up her disheveled hair, instantly making people's eyes shine brightly.

  Perhaps because it was just noon rush hour, there was a traffic jam on the asphalt road.

  At this time, Huamu Qing saw a large truck, for some reason, parked horizontally in the middle of the road ahead, motionless. It was possible that the car had broken down or been hit by another vehicle, so it stopped moving. Many people gathered around to watch, without making any noise, eerily quiet.

  For Huamu Qing who was in a hurry to rush on the road, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue. She cursed out loud without any image, "Damn it, traffic jam."

  She suddenly took out a 100-yuan bill from her bag and handed it to the driver, "Uncle, I'll get off here." After that, she quickly grabbed her bag, opened the door, and muttered to herself, "Late, late."

  Like this, Hanaki Haruka ran at a speed of 100 meters and passed through the narrow gap between the cars in front and back, successfully stopping in front of a bus stop sign. Just as she was worried about how to take the next means of transportation, a middle-aged man riding a motorcycle was about to pass by her side, Hanaki Haruka hurriedly intercepted him, "Brother, stop the car."

  He had no intention of soliciting business, but when he saw such a beautiful girl again, he immediately agreed.

  After she sat down, the young man handed her a helmet. After putting it on, Hanaki said to the man in front of her, "Let's go, boss! At light speed!"

  Inspired by Huamu Qing's vitality, the young man immediately started the gasoline engine, and in an instant, the car was racing back and forth on the streets of T City like a whirlwind.

  As Liu Yutong's performance on stage was about to end, Chenzi Ye became anxious like an ant on a hot pot and turned around in circles. She had Han Yixia call Huamu Qing, and the phone connected after two rings as they had hoped. "Muqing, where are you? The performance is about to start."

  "I'm on my motorcycle, and I've already changed into my performance outfit. You can get ready to go on stage now. That's it, Yixia, I'll be right there." Hua Muqing reported her situation through the earpiece, not waiting for Han Yixia to react before hanging up the phone, "Let's go, boss!"

  "Don't hang up! Dear." Han Yixia yelled on the other end of the phone, but the mobile phone still transmitted a disappointing voice.

  Han Yixia cried with a sad face. Chen Ziyue saw this and quickly grabbed his hem, asking, "What did Mu Qing say?"

  "He was riding a motorcycle, changed clothes and went on stage."

  "Whatever!" Chenzi Ye rolled her eyes.

  At this time, the stage was still dimly lit, and the audience was still quiet, with only the man dancing comfortably and freely. His unintentional movements were also in perfect rhythm, with his hands, eyes, and body moving in sync with the drumbeat. As the music gradually reached a climax, the man ended the dance with a spinning turn of his hand, and then bowed and smiled, marking the end of the magnificent performance.

  Wow... The applause came in like a tidal wave, the crowd was boiling over, thrilled by this passionate and heart-stirring dance performance. Everyone applauded with all their might, the applause lasting for a long time, echoing through the grand auditorium.

  In a moment, a bespectacled host leaped onto the stage, standing in the center. He slightly bowed to the audience below, picked up the microphone, and his clear voice rang out, "Shakespeare once said: Drama is the mirror of life. Simply put, drama reflects real life, with all its joys and sorrows, tears and laughter, just like the true emotions of human beings. Next, we have a performance brought by the students of the drama department, please enjoy."

  The host waved his hand and made a "please" gesture, then walked off the stage.

  Behind the scenes, Han Yixia anxiously called Huamu Qing again, "Muqing, have you arrived?"

  "I've arrived, you can go on stage now."

  "She said she's arrived." Han Yixia relayed truthfully.

  "Where is she?" Chenzi Ye asked aloud.

  Han Yixia and Huamu Qing's other dance partner were also flustered.

  "My goodness, the performance can't be delayed, you go on stage first." Chenzi Ye pointed to Huamu Qing's dance partner and made a decision.

  The dance partner listened and almost cried out, "What should I do? Mu Qing hasn't arrived yet!" Without a dance partner, how could he perform?

  On the quiet stage, George, who is also a professor, couldn't understand why his students were slow to come on stage and perform.

  Liu Yutong, who seemed to be in a good mood, explained to the professor sitting on his left, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone, "Professor, Huamu Qing hasn't arrived yet!"

  Professor George's eyes widened, he adjusted his glasses, leaned forward slightly from his seat and looked at Liu Yutong seriously, "What, is this true?"

  A motorcycle stopped at XX University, and Huamu Qing, with agile hands and feet, took off her helmet and shook off the hair that had fallen on her forehead... She took out money from her bag and handed it to a middle-aged man, "Fare, thank you." Then she ran towards the auditorium.

  All these consecutive movements were captured by a photographer not far away, and if you look closer, you can clearly see the fat on his face trembling as he quickly pressed the shutter button with his fleshy hands, taking in every movement. Then, opening his thick lips, he exclaimed in surprise, "The taxi princess! Her thighs are really white!"

  Huā Mù Qíng quickly ran to the school gate, pushing through layer after layer of people, "Excuse me, excuse me." After that, she put on her princess crown at the entrance and successfully entered the campus.