Chapter Fifty-One Funeral March

  "Uncle! Are you looking for death?!" Xia Lin hastily left Song Jian's arms and glared at him angrily.

  Song Jian was slightly embarrassed and could only explain: "Dance needs it, dance needs it."

  Xia Lin hummed and then laughed: "Uncle, I didn't expect you to be an all-around driver, your dance foundation is actually so strong."

  Song Jian shrugged and said, "Can't let you lose face."

  Xia Lin chuckled and then pulled up Song Jian's hand, saying: "Come on, this song is more suitable for a happy dance."

  As she spoke, Xia Lin placed her hands on Song Jian's shoulders and danced closely with him.

  Song Jian was helpless, Xia Lin was after all Xu Si's cousin, facing such a close and hot dance of his aunt, Song Jian still had some pressure in his heart, although Song Jian was a court imperial physician who crossed over, but he was not Liu Xiahui, he was also a normal young man.

  As the piano sound of "NOBODY" kept ringing, the atmosphere in the dance pool became lively. Such a cheerful and hot dance song directly stirred up the hearts of the young men and women present.

  The sound of joy fills the dance pool.

  Xia Lin was like a little devil wearing a light yellow dress, swaying to the music, constantly shaking her beautiful body. She treated Song Jian as a steel pipe, and she transformed into the hottest dancing girl, her body sticking to Song Jian, constantly twisting and rubbing.

  Song Jian felt himself about to be provoked into a rage, he flung out his hand and said: "I'm still a bit hungry, I'll go eat something."

  "Ah, uncle, come on," Xia Lin giggled, somehow successfully teasing the man in front of her, which made Xia Lin feel so pleased.

  At this time, several tall and big boys were also attracted by Xia Lin's provocative movements. They twisted their bodies in an ugly way and surrounded Xia Lin.

  "Hey, beautiful! It seems like your dance partner isn't quite skilled at this dance. How about we team up instead?" One of the artistic young men with a ponytail and earrings said with a sly smile to Xia Lin.

  Xia Linke didn't know these people, her arms directly wrapped around Song Jian's neck, then she turned back to the artistic youth and smiled lightly.

  The young artist's heart suddenly went from eighty beats per minute to one hundred and forty.

  "Hey, classmate, I think you must be the school flower, right?" The art student said while moving closer to Xia Lin, twisting his hips and leaning in towards her. "What's your name? What year are you in? I'm guessing you're a freshman, otherwise this young master would have definitely known about such a beautiful girl."

  Xia Lin turned around and suddenly lifted her right leg, "plop", that right leg directly kicked the crotch of the artistic youth. This leg is quite famous in the Jianghu, also known as the skirt bottom leg, or the stir vulva leg. Many powerful martial artists who are skilled in seducing women have died from this move, let alone this frail and weak artistic youth.

  "Ahh!"

  That young artist let out a miserable cry, both hands covering his crotch, and slowly squatted down to the ground. His three companions took one look and thought, "This little girl has gone too far!" The three of them rolled up their sleeves and went after Xia Lin.

  Xia Lin let out a loud cry and hid behind Song Jian's back, her small hands wrapping around Mu Yunfei's chest from behind. "Uncle! Hurry up and beat them! Beat them into pig heads!"

  Song Jian helplessly twitched his mouth, this little girl is really good at causing trouble!

  Xia Lin excitedly twisted her body, completely disregarding that her chest was rubbing against the back of Mu Yunfei.

  Song Jian spread his hands towards the three boys and said, "It has nothing to do with me."

  Those three boys thought Song Jian was afraid, so they snorted and said: "If you don't want to get beaten up, then quickly move aside. Otherwise, we'll trample you into a pulp."

  Xia Lin was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, she tiptoed and poked her head out from behind Song Jian's shoulder, sticking out her tongue at the three people and said: "Uncle, you'd better hurry up and take action! Beat them up, otherwise I'll tell my cousin that you took advantage of me during the dance party."

  Three boys' faces turned red with anger, they wouldn't lay a hand on Xia Lin, but now all of them were staring at Song Jian, "You dare to provoke our Taekwondo Association? You're not thinking clearly."

  One of the boys said it was just a high kick, and suddenly kicked down towards Song Jian.

  This high kick is also considered a relatively technical move in Taekwondo, and the boy is at least at the yellow belt level, this kick is quite impressive.

  This kick alone is full of loopholes in Song Jian's eyes.

  The boy's leg had just lifted up and hadn't fallen yet, when Song Jian's foot kicked out. If Song Jian's kick landed right in the middle of that boy's crotch, then his lower half would be ruined for life.

  Song Jian hadn't been so ruthless, he slightly lifted his foot and kicked the boy's thigh, before the boy's leg had even fallen, it was already kicked flying by Song Jian.

  The other two boys saw the scene, hesitated for a moment, looked at each other, then simultaneously took off with a running start, jumped high into the air and kicked their legs towards Song Jian.

  Song Jian helplessly curled his lips, lifted his right leg, and then quickly kicked to the left and right once. The two boys who were jumping and kicking hadn't reacted yet, but they flew out one to the left and one to the right.

  The atmosphere in the field became more intense, and in college, this kind of small fight was nothing new.

  "Oh! Oh! Oh!" The dancing person was wildly shouting while spinning and twisting their body beside the four boys lying on the ground, laughing loudly.

  Song Jian patted his hand, sighed, and grabbed Xia Lin, saying: "You dare to cause trouble again, I'll go back and tell your cousin!"

  Xia Lin laughed triumphantly, "Uncle! As a reward for you, now you can put your arm around my waist."

  Song Jian: "......"

  Having obtained Xia Lin's permission, Song Jian's hands became even more hesitant to put on Xia Lin's body.

  Xia Lin burst out laughing, like a white-feathered angel with a dark heart.

  Luming, who was far away, almost fainted when he saw this scene. He pulled up Gaogin and squeezed to the center of the stage, next to the piano, where his thick fingers pressed down on the keys.

  At this time, Luo Hao, who was standing beside the piano, hastily called out: "No! Brother, your clumsy fingers will ruin the piano."

  Lu Ming turned his head and glared at Luo Hao, "Shut up, you sissy!"

  Lu Hao's face suddenly turned red, he raised his index finger and pushed Lu Ming away, saying: "How can you be like this? How can you say such things about others? You really have no manners."

  Lu Ming was too lazy to reason with Luo Hao, he bent down and pushed Gao Yin, who was still playing the piano, "Yin Ge, Yin Ge, hurry up and stop, if you continue playing, something bad will happen."

  Gao Yin looked at Lu Ming with an inexplicable gaze.

  Lu Ming pointed to Song Jian and Xia Lin in the center of the field, with a sad face, saying: "Silver brother, you see for yourself."

  Gao Yin looked in the direction that Lu Ming was pointing, and saw Xia Lin dancing intimately with Song Jian, her movements so seductive they could mesmerize any man.

  "Too beautiful! Too explosive! Too sexy!" Gao Yin couldn't help but praise, and Gao Jin on the side was also nodding in agreement, saying: "Seriously agree, didn't expect Xia Lin this little girl to be so explosive, hey, Lu Ming, your taste is not bad."

  He spoke while staring at Xia Lin's long and straight legs, swallowing his saliva.

  Lu Ming angrily said: "Forget it, even if it's good, it's not mine anymore. I hate this song, Xīn Gē (brother), hurry up and change to another one!"

  Gao Yin suddenly remembered why he was sitting here, he smiled awkwardly, his fingers changed lightly, and the piano piece changed from "Nobody" to Cha Cha dance.

  The crowd dancing in the field was on a high, but unexpectedly the music changed, however not many people noticed, after all everyone came to the dance party just for fun, or some people purely for socializing, so who cares about what song or dance.

  Then some people in the center of the venue jumped up and danced a lively cha-cha, while others were still twisting to the tune of "Nobody".

  Song Jian saw Xia Lin playing so happily, and he no longer had any reservations. Seeing Qu Zi turn into a cha-cha, Song Jian was also not polite. He suddenly wrapped his arms around Xia Lin's slender waist, then gently spun her around.

  Xia Lin stretched out her arms, spun 540 degrees in the air and fell into Song Jian's embrace, and the two of them jumped up to a lively cha-cha.

  Zhou Tong, who was standing beside the round platform, had been hesitating about whether to walk over and dance with Song Jian. At this moment, seeing how well Song Jian and Xia Lin were cooperating, she gave up on that idea. Wearing a long, trailing dress, with a mix of envy and joy, she focused intently on watching Song Jian dance.

  Not far from Zhou Tong, Li Jian anxiously pushed Yan Kuan's arm and said, "Kuan Ge, Kuan Ge, what to do? I'm going to... That damn driver is here!"

  Yan Kuan had a deep impression of Song Jian, he knew he was no match for Song Jian. If he were to let someone tease Zhou Tong now... it would be absolutely impossible. In that case, Song Jian would definitely become the hero who saves the beauty, and the ones who would get beaten into pigs' heads would definitely be his three brothers.

  "Just you wait!" Yan Kuan gritted his teeth, "I'll get the help of Lao Hu, don't worry, tonight I'll take advantage of this opportunity to teach that stinky driver a lesson!"

  As he spoke, Yan Kuan took out his mobile phone and ran outside to make a call.

  Upon hearing the name "Tiger", Li Jian let out a sigh of relief, then looked at Song Jian with a smile that revealed his schadenfreude.

  At this time, Lu Ming on the stage became more anxious, his thick fingers randomly hitting the piano, and he said: "Change one, change one..."

  Gao Yin changed into tap dance shoes.

  Song Jian hugged Xia Lin around her waist on the court floor, and the two of them were excitedly stomping their feet and dancing a close tap dance.

  Lu Ming anxiously said: "Xin Ge, can't you change to a song that they can't dance together?!"

  Gao Yin was stunned, his major was piano dance music, at this moment being said by Lu Ming, he really felt a bit helpless.

  But after a moment of contemplation, Gao Yin suddenly snapped his fingers and said: "I've got it, Chopin's 'Funeral March', that's the one. They'll definitely not be able to dance together to this piece."

  As he spoke, Gao Yin also didn't consider the consequences, and his ten fingers slowly pressed down on the piano keys.

  "Dong dong...... dong...... dong......"

  A slow, solemn, deep and mournful funeral march was being played through the piano amplifier and filling the entire ballroom.