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Chapter 9: Commotions in the Gym
In the Taekwondo's ranking system, the ranks were denoted by the colors of the belt, and the ranks were as follows: white, yellow, green, blue, red and black, The black belt was the highest rank and the white belt the lowest. In addition, the black belt was further divided into seven "Dans." Once a black belt reached the second dan, the practice would have earned the right to open a Taekwondo school.
Aryan's white belt meant that he was a newbie in Taekwondo.
"Why does Ji Xingyu challenge a white belt?"
"No kidding! A blue belt up against a white belt, this is not a fair fight."
"Isn't he the transfer student who had ticked off Ji Xingyu?"
Many people were curious about Ji Yingyu's decision. Most of the students at Ivy League Middle School had joined the Taekwondo class either during semesters or summer break. Therefore, it was not uncommon to find someone who was still in the rank of white-belt, such as Aryan.
Even the students from 10th and 11th grades were also confused by the development.
Only those who had seen the confrontation between Aryan and Ji Xingyu this afternoon knew what was going on. Most of those people were on Ji Xingyu's side.
The coach furrowed his brows and said:
"Are you sure you want to challenge this new student?"
and then he turned to look at Aryan and then said:
"Since your rank is way below his, you have the right to refuse the challenge."
Ji Xingyu looked at Aryan expectantly. He taunted: "Hey, Kid! Are you afraid? Why don't you come up here, and let's duke it out!"
Si Yinxia knitted his brows and was going to put a stop to this folly. However, Chang Wen stopped him.
"I don't know taekwondo." Aryan shook his head.
"That's fine; you can use whatever fighting style you know." Ji Xingyu said confidently.
"Oh?" Aryan managed a smile and then said, "So you are not going to change your mind?"
"No. Are you afraid?" Ji Xingyu pointed to his puffed chest and asked.
"If you are afraid of me, then be quiet next time. This is the Ivy League High School, not your little backwater country county." Aryan snorted and then said, "Yes, I am afraid. But what I am afraid of is that I would hurt you."
"You will hurt me?" Ji Xingyu wondered if he had heard the boy's words correctly.
He turned around and shouted to the people around him, "This kid said that he was going to hurt me. Isn't that funny?"
Everyone laughed with Ji Xingyu for Aryan's absurd claim.
"He is a nut job! He thinks Ji Xingyu is not a worthy opponent!"
"Ji Xingyu is the second best fighter in our class. No one other than Si Yinxia would be so confident in a fight against him."
"Maybe he is a hidden martial arts master? Haha!"
Sensing the commotion, many students passed their exercise and joined the already swelling ranks of onlookers.
Seeing the new-boy was much smaller and shorter than the hulking blue-belt, most of the audience naturally felt sympathetic for Aryan.
However, Aryan's arrogant remarks didn't sit well with his sympathizers, and many of them switched sides.
Those who have practiced Taekwondo knew that although the color of the belt did not always dictate the outcome of a fight, the gap between a white belt and a blue belt was unbridgeable. Aryan was doomed to fail in this match unless he had received other forms of martial arts training elsewhere.
"Come on. Let me fix you up." Ji Xingyu gestured a provocation at Aryan with a hooked finger.
He posed in a standard starting stance in Taekwondo and then volleyed two back-flip-flash-kicks in the air. His snappy and overbearing movement had paled many of the girl's faces.
After gathered himself, he gave Aryan a look that read, "You are fucked."
To his surprise, Aryan was unfazed by the display of skills; he simply snorted and then said, "What a pretty move."
Once Aryan blurted out his sarcastic remark, the words stabbed at not only Ji Xingyu, but also at Coach Wu and Si Yingxia. It was not only an insult to one person, but also the Taekwondo community as a whole.
By then, the final shred of sympathy the onlookers had for Aryan had disappeared.
No one would sympathize with a weakling who readily threw arrogant insults to invite trouble.
"Go, teach him a lesson!" Someone shouted.
"Kid, you are courting death."
Unable to suppress his anger, Ji Xingyu threw himself at Aryan.
Aryan noticed that Ji Xingyu's movement was much faster and more powerful than that of an ordinary person. If he were to land a kick on the head of his opponent, it would be an instant knockout.
However, Aryan knew that Ji Xingyu was even weaker than A-Biao, much less the elderly man's granddaughter: Wei Ziqin.
Aryan linked hands behind his back and evaded a few roundhouse kicks and knee bashes.
Seeing his opponent's hostility, Aryan let out a deep growl and lifted his one leg high up into the air before he slammed it down like a giant ax.
Ji Xingyu was not prepared for the sudden counter-attack. He threw two arms out to cushion the blow, but the force of the strike went straight through his arm and collapsed him down to his floor.
Fortunately, the ground was a padded cushion. Otherwise, he would have to stay in bed for at least six months.
"WHAT!"
The audience was thrown into disarray by the development.
Jiang Tanqiu was so shocked that he thought his eyeballs were going to pop out.
He had been convinced that Aryan was doomed, but he had defeated Ji Xingyu with a single kick.
"I told you Ji Xingyu was overrated. He couldn't even finish off a newbie."
"This new-boy kicks some ass!"
The audience was filled with excitement and surprise. They had already started to view Aryan under a very different light.
As reality set in, the audience had to admit that they were wrong. Aryan was not a worthless charlatan. Otherwise, he would not be able to defeat Ji Xingyu.
Surprise and confusion were written all over Chang Wen's face. Never had she thought that Aryan could win the match so easily.
"Ji Xingyu had always boasted his strength in front of me, but he is weaker than a puddle of water. How dare he fool me to think that he was the second best fighter in the class?" Chang Wen complained to herself.
Si Yinxia, on the other hand, remained calm, but the furrow in his brows deepened.
He walked over to Ji Xingyu and noticed that he had passed out but was unharmed. He then turned around to Aryan and castigated him:
"We are all classmates and share the same classroom. Why did you attack him so heavy-handedly."
"Don't dare to question me, or you will be the next." Aryan replied lightly.
Si Yinxia suddenly felt at a loss for words.
He registered that Aryan could have landed that kick on Ji Xingyu's head, but he didn't. Although such a kick would cause only minor injury to an ordinary person, Ji Xingyu's hulking frame and heavyweight meant that such an attack would give him a severe brain injury.
In that sense, Aryan had already shown him mercy.
Nonetheless, he couldn't just let the matter rest. Ji Xingyu was his best friend, and he had challenged Aryan for Chang Wen, the girl whom he was dating.
So thinking, Si Yinxia stood up and said:
"Then let's see, what can you do to me?"
Chang Wen's face paled as she was about to rush to Si Yinxia to stop him. Si Yinxia reached out a hand, willing Chang Wen to remain where she was.
Si Yinxia was very impressed by Aryan's move. It was powerful, swift, and effective. No one without years of martial arts training would be able to deliver such perfect execution.
However, Si Yinxia was confident that he would be able to overcome the new boy.
He had been obsessed with Taekwondo ever since he saw it on TV when he was a child. By now, he had accumulated over a decade of training. If he could get past his laziness and attend the qualification test, he would have already ranked above, even Coach Wu. Of all the teachers and students, only the Taekwondo club's founder might have a slim chance of defeating him.
"Yes, I am really tired of fucker like you," Aryan replied.
The fact that Si Yinxia dared challenge Aryan even after seeing what he was capable of told Aryan that Si Yinxia could be a worthy opponent.
"Then ready to show you, who's your daddy is." Aryan said lightly.
"Asshole! Do you really think that you could defeat Si Yingxia?" Aryan's remark didn't sit well with most of the girls in the class. Some of them started to protest.
"No kidding! You are just a bit faster and stronger than Ji Xingyu. Si Yinxi, on the other hand, was not only faster, stronger, but also much prettier than your ugly face" Another girl piped up vehemently.
Half of the girls in the class were ardent admirers of Si Yinxia.
Aryan was not sure what to think of the girls' hilarious remarks. He conceded that he should have provoked their ire.
The fact that these girls brushed so lightly over strength and speed: two of the most critical factors in combat meant that they knew nothing about fighting. Most of the time, skills and forms were irrelevant, and the outcome of the fight came down to only those two factors: speed and strength.
Although Aryan had defeated Ji Xingyu with a single strike, everyone still had their money on Si Yinxia, after all, Si Yinxia had cultivated quite an influence among students.
Even Chang Wen was no longer nervous about the fight.
"I should have faith in Si Yinxia. He had defeated another challenger years ago who had won a medal in the National Martial Arts Academy Tournament. If he could defeat a medalist, he should be able to handle this no matter what."
With this in mind, she gave Aryan a look of disdain.
"Defeating Ji Xingyu means nothing. Si Yinxia is much more skilled than Ji Xingyu."
Of all the people inside the gym, only Si Yinxia and Coach Wu knew how powerful Aryan really was.
Coach Wu regarded Si Yinxia with a solemn face. Seeing the resolution in the boy's eyes, he heaved a sigh and then announced, "Fine, there is no rule that forbids the students from challenging each other. Just be careful while you're at it" Couch Wu gave Aryan a chilling glance as he spoke. It was evident that Aryan's previous remark about Taekwondo had rubbed Coach Wu the wrong way.
Therefore, not only did he not stop the fight, but he also wished that his favorite student would teach the arrogant new-boy a lesson.
"Come on."
Si Yinxia shouted to Aryan as he sauntered to the middle of the stage, and he was greeted by a wave of cheers. While wearing a set of clean and unwrinkled Taekwondo uniform, Si Yixia looked tall and handsome like a main actor from the "Young and Restless."
Standing before Si Yinxia, Aryan measured only one meter and seventy centimeters and was of ordinary appearance. If he were in the "Young and Restless," Aryan wouldn't last two episodes.
Those who were not convinced that Si Yinxia was going to be the winner, they wished so. They wanted Si Yinxia to reinstill some perspective into the boy's mind by kicking his ass.
"Let's do it now!"
Aryan kept his back straight as he linked his arms behind him, looking as haughty as a martial arts master in the Wuxia movies.
Si Yinxis snorted out his disdain for Aryan's arrogance.
Although Si Yinxia was not as outspoken as Ji Xingyu, he was as proud of his prowess as the latter, if not more so. He mostly kept things to himself, not because he was a quiet person, but because of his deep narcissism.
Aryan's haughty posture was a blatant taunt, and it sparked Si Yinxia's anger.
Si Yinxia snarled at Aryan and charged out. When he closed in, he suddenly spun his body and delivered a roundhouse kick.
Si Yinxia's right feet traced a two hundred and seventy-degree arc in the air. Carried by momentum, his waist carried on the motion and drove the kick forward like a whiplash of a dragon's tail. Even before the kick landed on its target, Aryan felt a stinging sensation on his face from the charged air.
"Interesting, Si Yinxia is much more powerful than I thought." Aryan was slightly surprised by the display of power.
Si Yinxia was not only a powerful taekwondo fighter, but he was a player on the school basketball team and had good looks. No wonder, so many girls' hearts skipped a beat at the sight of him.
After the girls saw Si Yinxia's perfect execution of a difficult move, they couldn't help but scream in excitement.
Even Coach Wu applauded for Si Yinxia in his mind as he reckoned that even he would not be able to deliver the attack to such a degree of perfection.
"I am afraid Si Yinxia is already at Fourth-Dan of the Black-belt "Coach Wu marveled in his mind.
There were less than five people in Mahanagar's Taekwondo community that had reached the Fourth-Dan. According to Si Yinxia's current level of skill, he should be able to get into the quarter-final matches at the National Youth Taekwondo Competition.
"How I counter this attack?" Coach Wu calculated his moves vicariously through Aryan's body. He wagered that his best option would be to step back to cushion the brunt of the attack. However, he also realized that his defensive strategy was flawed. Once he gave in before Si Yinxia's initial aggression, he would have to deal with insistent follow-up attacks. It would only be a matter of time before he slipped up and let Si Yinxia land a solid blow.
However, to Coach Wu's surprise, Aryan didn't back down. Instead, he simply raised an arm and blocked Si Yinxia's kick with ease. All the while, Aryan's face held a faint and relaxed smile.
"How is this possible?" Si Yinxia furrowed his brows and was disheveled by the development.
"Again!" Si Yinxia growled under his breath. He jerked his leg back and spun his body to shoot another roundhouse kick at Aryan with the other leg. After his second kick was blocked as easily as the first one, Si Yinxia didn't give up. Instead, he kept on kicking and delivering six roundhouse kicks in a row.
These stationary kicks required skills that only a few black-belt fighters possessed.
"Bam! Bam! Bam!"
After the wave of continuous attacks, Si Yinxia was finally exhausted, and he paused to take a breath.
While panting heavily, he saw Aryan's stance didn't change at all. He had blocked all the attacks with only one arm.
"Shit!"
Coach Wu's heart sank as he realized that he had underestimated Aryan's strength.
The voices of Si Yinxia's supporters were diminishing slowly. Even the onlookers had realized who had gotten the upper hand in the last exchange of attacks.
"Is Si Yinxia going to lose the battle?" The unspoken question was loud and clear in the air.
"You have kicked me so many times, Now it's my turn!"
Aryan moved his left hand from behind his back in front of him as he slowly closed his fingers to form a fist.
His body was bent backward, making him look like a powerful bow that was about to release an arrow.
"Be careful."
Coach Wu's face paled, he could sense that the threat in Aryan's attack was far more serious than that of Si Yinxia.
Before Si Yinxia could hear Coach Wu's cautions, Aryan dashed out and pounded his fist at Si Yinxia at lightning speed.
Like a cannonball being shot out of its chamber, the punch tore apart the very fabric of space from its seams. The attack charged the air with energy until sparks erupted out of thin air, filling the gym with crackling noises. The Punch carried on and threatened to smash anything in its way into smithereens.
Si Yinxia knew the attack was coming and was prepared; at least he thought he was. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and watched his attacker's move cautiously.
However, Aryan's punch came so fast and so powerful that Si Yinxia didn't even have the chance to react. The energy in the fist simply went through his defense and slammed into his chest.
Aryan didn't want to hurt Si Yinxia, and therefore, he only used one percent of his true strength. However, even at one percent, his power was already too much for a mortal such as Si Yinxia to bear.
Si Yinxia's body was sent flying backward for half a dozen meters before it thudded back onto the ground.
"Arhh!" Si Yinxia fell flat on his butt and was winded. He was suddenly overtaken by a fit of violent coughing, making it even harder to breathe. His arms felt heavy, and his chest was so numb that he couldn't even feel the pain.
The gym suddenly fell silent when you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was dumbfounded, and the only thing they could do was stare.
No one had thought that Aryan could have defeated Si Yinxia, much less defeated him with such ease. His last attack was plain and simple, but it had overcome the previously invincible Si Yinxia.
"If he had defeated Si Yinxia, does it mean that Aryan is the number-one fighter in our school?" Everyone's asked the same question in their mind.
Those who had openly sneered at Aryan instantly regretted their actions, while the rest scraped their mind to find out if they had ever offended the new champion. Meanwhile, some girls started to see Aryan under a very different light.
Although Aryan's overall score was not as high as Si Yinxia, his exceptional talent in a few particular areas had made him at least somewhat palatable for girls' infatuated minds.
Chang Wen's face hardened, and she rushed to help Si Yinxia to his feet. Seeing Si Yinxia's wounded body, a pained look flashed across her face.
"Don't worry; he is just winded; that's all." Suddenly, Aryan's voice drifted into her ears.
Chang Wen did not appreciate Aryan's reassurance; she snorted and then shot Aryan an icy glance.
Aryan shook his head and realized that he would be hated by this girl for the rest of his life. However, he didn't feel the slightest guilt. He had decided to hold back the brunt of the attack right before the moment he was about to deliver the punch. Otherwise, Si Yinxia would be seriously injured.
After all, Aryan could have punched through a steel plate if he wanted to, much less human flesh.
Aryan looked around and shouted, "Who else wants to challenge me?"
No one spoke a word.
Not only the students of the 12th grade were stunned by Aryan's display of power, but also those from junior years; they were also enthralled by Aryan's incredible ability. Aryan had taught everyone a valuable lesson: there would always be someone more powerful than you.
"Fine." Aryan shook his head as no one had risen to his challenge. He then looked to Si Yinxia and said:
"I have told you, Taekwondo moves are fancy but useless. Unless you find a real master and learn from him, you won't stand a chance against me even if you trained ten more years in Taekwondo."
Si Yinxia didn't reply, but Aryan's words had taken the wind out of his sail. He had high self-esteem and had never taken Aryan seriously. Therefore, being defeated so easily by a no-account had dealt a devastating blow to his confidence.
"Hey, Asshole! Your time will come when the founder of our club is back." Coach Wu growled at Aryan. "The founder of the club was at the National Taekwondo Competition, and he will teach you a lesson when he is back."
"Ah-right! How could we forget our club's founder!" The faces of the diehard Taekwondo fans lit up with hope.
"Oh?" Aryan said casually. Then he moves towards Coach Wu. Coach Wu started backing up, but Aryan caught him by his collar, he picked him up a little, then slammed him back on the ground. "Sure, tell him that I will be here waiting for him. But before it, don't try to PROVOKE ME." He shouted on him, making every one fear him.
After that, he linked his arms behind his back and started down the stage. He walked to Jiang Tanqiu and then patted him on the shoulder:
"Do you want to go eat something?"
"Of course." Jiang Tanqiu was startled. He looked at the new-boy whom he had been hanging out with for a month as if he was a stranger.
Never had he thought that his quiet desk-mate was so bad-ass.
"It's no wonder that he didn't take Si Yinxia seriously. Whatever he lacked in academic achievement, he made up for it with his fighting skills."
With that in mind, Jiang Tanqiu reminded himself to take their friendship more seriously. Maybe they could be best friends after all.
The two walked out of the gym under many pairs of watchful eyes. The other students were still trying to come to terms with what had just happened. As everyone had thought that the new-boy was an ordinary no-account, he had pulled the rug from under everyone and defeated the most popular student at the school.
Many students believed that from now on, Aryan would finally join the ranks of popular kids.
Ever Since Aryan defeated Si Yinxia, everyone's attitude toward Aryan had changed significantly.
Many people who didn't like Si Yinxia and lacked the courage to stand up against him now gradually gravitated toward Aryan. Ever since Si Yinxia's crushing defeat, he had become even less talkative than before. His reticence greatly worried his supporters.
Many of his supporters remained on his side because they believed that except for Taekwondo, Si Yinxia was much more talented than Aryan in every other subject. Let it be basketball, grades, playing piano, and looks; Si Yinxia was the clear winner.
One day, after the basketball training was over, Yang Chao patted Si Yinxia's shoulder and said:
"How are you doing? You seemed distracted."
Si Yinxia managed a smile. He couldn't stop thinking of ways of defeating Aryan.
Ji Xingyu pipped up indignantly, "It's all thanks to that transfer student. He had put on quite a show during the Taekwondo class. He had not only defeated me, but also Si Yinxia. He was as cocky as a hog on ice, thinking he was a bad-ass and all."
Hearing his comment, other teammates turned around and asked incredulously, "So the Rumor is true? A newly transferred student defeated Si Yinxia!"
"Ji Xingyu, I heard that the new-boy had kicked the snot out of you! Haha!"
"Buzz off!" Ji Xingyu shouted.
"Boss Si and I have simply slipped up and let that kid gain an opportunity to get the best of us. If we have a rematch, I will kick his ass, you just watch!"
He, as such, felt indignant for the defeat; the new-boy had sneaked up on him while he was still getting ready. After he was dealt a blow, he passed out and didn't know what had happened to Si Yinxia. Therefore, he was still convinced that the boy's power was on par with his, and he had won because he had caught him by surprise.
Chang Wen put in with an icy voice, "Ji Xingyu is right. No one knows who will win if they match again. He is just a brute animal anyways; what does he have to show for in terms of grades, family, or looks?"
The cheerleaders joined the conversation, and they all nodded in agreement.
In their views, Aryan was just a bad boy who stirred up trouble, and he simply couldn't compare with the handsome and smart Si Yinxia.
After a while, Si Yinxia finally spoke.
"Although I admit that Aryan was much stronger than me physically, I believe that I will excel in other areas. "
Seeing that Si Yinxia had finally spoken up, Chang Wen beamed from side to side and plied Si Yinxia with more encouragement, "Of course! You should never have doubted yourself!
"Tomorrow is the day of the Orientation Gala. That will be your second chance. I am confident that you will stun that boy with your skills."
Hearing Chang Wen's encouragement, Si Yinxia's face finally lit up with new found confidence.
Yang Chao wanted to say something to his friend, but he thought better of it and only let out a sigh of resignation.
He wanted to warn his friends not to undermine this trouble maker. His run-in with the new-boy revealed a very dangerous side of him.
However, Yang Chao wagered that the truth would diminish Si Yinxia's budding confidence, so he decided to keep his silence.
When Aryan arrived at school that day, Jiang Taniu spoke to him in an elevated voice, "There is an Orientation Gala tonight, my goddess Xu Rongfei will be performing!"
"The Orientation Gala?" Aryan was surprised by the news.
He remembered attending this gala in his past life. Xu Rongfei's performance was the grand finale of the show. She delivered a stunning solo dance. Ever since then, more boys joined her fan club and considered her their dream girl.
"I recall that Si Yinxia had played the piano for her while she danced. They were therefore dubbed as the Romeo and Juliet of the Ivy League High. Too bad that they weren't able to stay together happily forever after."
Deep down, Aryan didn't want to see Xu Rongfei with Si Yinxia, even though Xu Rongfei didn't knock his socks off either.
"Yes, the Orientation Gala, for the freshmen. We were supposed to have it a month ago, but it somehow got pushed back." Jiang Tanqiu said.
Even as Jiang Tanqiu spoke, Ji Xingyu came over to the two boys and grunted.
"You think you are even worthy of fancying Xu Rongfei? She is out of your league, and she already belongs to Boss Si."
Jiang Tanqiu was embarrassed by Ji Xingyu's words.
He wanted to refute him but was deterred by the thought of the unbridgeable gap between him and Si Yinxia.
Aryan cracked a smile and said, "Are you sure? I hear that Xu Rongfei only considers Si Yinxia, a normal friend."
Ji Xingyu sneered at Aryan and said, "Even if Xu Rongfei doesn't like Boss Si, she would never even look at a country hill-billy such as you!"
Aryan asked quietly: "How do you know?"
"No kidding! How did you know that Xu Rongfei will not fall for Brother Aryan?" Jiang Tanqiu stood up and flung back at Ji Xingyu. "You have already got your ass handed over to you, do you want to try it again?"
Fear flashed across Ji Xingyu's face as he turned on his heels with a grunt.
Jiang Tanqiu sat down satisfyingly.
Aryan was amused after hearing Jiang Tanqiu calling him Brother Aryan with a respectful voice; already, his would-be best friend was improving his reputation in front of everyone.
Aryan gave Sister Yin a call and asked for a day off due to the Orientation Gala. Sister Yin approved as usual.
"Look, look, look! There goes my goddess!" The stage was lit up with bright lights, and Jiang Tanqiu looked at the stage expectantly.
The host of the gala was Chang Wen and a boy from the 9th grade. The gorgeous girl and the handsome boy had attracted much of the audience's attention.
Chang Wen announced, "Without further ado, the next performer Xu Rongfei from class number two of the twelfth grade. The name of her dance is 'Swan Princess.'"
After the announcement, a swell of cheers rose from the audience.
This was the finale of the gala; the show that everyone had been waiting for!
The floor-light dimmed and the spotlight beamed on a tall, and handsome young man, sitting right next to a white grand piano made by Steinway and sons. Chang Wen continued her announcement, but this time, her voice sounded bitter. "This is Si Yinxia; I am sure he needs no introduction. He will play the piano for Xu Rongfei. The two of them are long-time partners."
Aryan didn't pay much attention to Si Yinxia as another beam of stage light grabbed his attention. In it was a girl wearing a ballet tutu that fit tightly around her body.
It was Xu Rongfei who Aryan hadn't seen for many days.
The music started, and Xu Rongfei opened her dance with a sudden bend of the waist, and when she rose again, she was no longer the high school girl as she had transformed herself—both body and soul—into an elegant swan. Silence fell throughout the hall as everyone was gripped by Xu Rongfei's powerful and affecting performance.
Although Xu Rongfei was not a world-renowned dancer, the students were nonetheless shocked after seeing that one of them was able to deliver such a stunning performance.
If the new students were going to leave the gala with something that would stay with them for the rest of their lives, it was the combination of Si Yinxia's piano music and Xu Rongfei's dance.
As the music ended on a high note, cheers and applause erupted from the audience. Si Yinxia stood up from the bench, walked to Xu Rongfei, and held one of her hands as both of them bowed to the audience.
"Together! Together!" The audience cheered.
Xu Rongfei managed to keep her smile, but she slid her hand out of Si Yinxia's palm. The light in Si Yinxia's eyes suddenly dimmed.
After the two had finally retreated backstage, the show was finally nearing its end.
Jiang Tanqiu said hesitantly, "My goddess is the best! Look at those curves, that waist, and that gracefulness and elegance! She was not any less hot than those professional Ballet Dancer from Russia.
"Urghh! How dare that greasy Si Yinxia touch her hand!" Jiang Tanqiu growled vehemently.
"Alright, it's time to go." Aryan stood up, started off. He was here just for Xu Rongfei's dance, now he had seen it, it was time to go home.
Suddenly a swell of commotions arose from the front row. Jiang Tanqiu looked and immediately his eyes lit up with glee."Look! Chang Wen and my goddess are heading this way. "
Aryan turned around and saw Chang Wen heading toward him while trailing a boy and a girl behind her.
The boy was wearing an elegant tuxedo; his tall figure complimented his handsome features. The girl was in a set of costume made ballet tutu, and her face was near flawless. The two looked like two superstars straight out of the TV.
They waved at their fans as they walked forth. The boys and girls around them showered them with cheers and screamed.
They were Si Yinxia and Xu Rongfei.
The two exchanged whispers to each other as they walked. Their intimacy was displayed under broad daylight for everyone to see.
Si Yinxia no longer donned his usual cool face. Instead, he beamed from side to side as he whispered something to Xu Rongfei. Xu Rongzhen seemed to be amused by what he had said, a bright smile broke over her face, making it look like a blooming flower.
"God damn you, Si Yinxia! He is going to steal my goddess!" Jiang Tanqiu said aggrievedly.
"Come on; let's go!" Aryan did not want to talk to Xu Rongfei; therefore, he patted his friend and willed him to start walking.
Suddenly Aryan heard a female voice called to him:
"My oh my! Isn't it, Master Aryan? Why are you leaving so early? Don't you want to say hi to our stars?"
Aryan turned around and saw Chang Wen's cold sneer. Chang Wen, on the other hand, was enjoying the best moment of her life.
She walked off from the stage like a star, letting her confidence soar on the wind of the scintillating aura that surrounded her. Her brilliance had made her rivals look all that much paler and weaker.
Si Yinxia also regarded Aryan with a contemptuous look. The cheers and applause had brought his confidence back and strengthened his ego.
And then a musical voice gasped in surprise:
"Aryan?"
Then, to everyone's surprise, a soft body threw itself at Aryan. Aryan opened his arms unwillingly as he was immediately surrounded by the breathtaking fragrance that invited more than just intimacy.
Everyone was speechless by the turn of events.
Aryan saw surprised faces all around him, Jiang Tanqiu's eyes were wide open, and the confident look on Si Yinxia had also curdled.
Aryan could not help but smile wryly.
"Now the situation is finally out of my hand!"
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