My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day - Chapter 227
Chapter 227: 227, Treasure Girl
Translator: 549690339
“He” is dressed all in black, tall and slim. The left foot, tucked into a black stiletto, is slightly raised, revealing a small section of his pale ankle beneath his ankle-length black pants. One hand casually rests upon the waist, the other supporting a black Fedora hat.
It’s the classic Michael Jackson look.
His appearance erupts into a thunderstorm of applause.
Afterward, as an intense, cheerful rock-n-roll accompaniment bursts forth, “he” turns and begins to dance to the JAZZ rhythm.
The performances so far have been just skits or small choral presentations at most, maybe some magic tricks. This is the first powerhouse singing and dancing act, and an excellent one at that, precise and decisive, quickly igniting the audience with his breathtaking performance.
Among the flashy stage lights, Huo Jingshen sat there, serene and elegant, slightly tilting back in his chair, his long beautiful eyes locked onto the stage.
His wife is dancing.
And she’s cross-dressed.
But evidently, most of the audience hasn’t realized that the performer is a woman.
Not until the chorus heightened, Su Wenwen abruptly took off her hat and tossed it into the audience.
A torrent of dense, stunning black curls cascaded down in an instant.
The crowd gasped.
It’s a beautiful girl!
Her face was marked with bold smoky makeup, beautiful because of her delicate features, flirting with smoke and style.
Close to five foot seven, sleek, with a small frame, slender and upright.
Add that to the cool dance moves earlier, if one doesn’t notice her seductive seaweed-like long, black, curly hair, it would be hard to tell her gender at a glance. She looked exactly like the androgynous pretty boys popular on television screens these days.
Catcalls filled the venue.
The atmosphere seemed even more agitated.
As the final note fell, Su Wenwen halted her movements and turned around, flinging off her jacket in a further display of her carefree attitude.
The atmosphere was instantly boosted to the highest stratosphere.
The boys howled, clapped, cheered, and whistled…
The whole hall was filled with enthusiasm, as if the roof was about to be blown off.
Huo Jingshen still sat there calmly, eyes half-closed, his handsome brows slightly raised, his fingertip unconsciously traced the pen in his hand.
But the next second…
Su Wenwen picked up her jacket, ignoring the screams and pleas of the crowd, and darted off the stage like a gust of wind.
Where is the confidence and flamboyance in her dance?
A suppressed chuckle rose up, “Heh.”
Huo Jingshen curved his thin lips as he expanded his brows, his handsome face full of amusement, as if dusted with spring breeze.
His darling really is an inexhaustible treasure, it seems.
The dean of instruction next to him saw this and hurriedly took up his pen to give a score.
10 points!
This has to be 10 points!
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Behind the backstage curtain stood Lin Qiao, nearly tearing the curtain to shreds with her clenched hands.
She truly never expected Su Wanwan to steal the spotlight again!
As she recalled during high school, Su Wanwan not only underperformed academically but also lacked artistic talent and often stayed out all night. Could all these dances have been learnt at nightclubs?
They must have been!
Throwing her hat and stripping her coat, it’s simply vulgar! Lewd! Disgraceful!
“Wow, I didn’t expect Su Wanwan to dance so well!”
“Mainly because she’s cross-dressing. So cool!”
“I think she could make the top three!”
“She really dances well….”
