Chapter 292: Chapter 292: Parent-Child Dance Competition_1
Early the next morning, Ye Fei reverted to doting father mode, donned an apron, and began preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
After freshening up, Little Ye came to the dining table and said to Ye Fei, "Daddy, there’s an event at dance class tonight, and the teacher wants both mom and dad to participate. They’re organizing a parent-child dance contest."
"But mom is still sick, so it’s okay if only daddy goes, right?"
Little Ye pouted, "I guess that’s the only option. Sigh, but without mom, there’s no hope for first place."
Ye Fei tapped his daughter’s little nose and said, "You have so little faith in your dad? I’ll show you how awesome I can be tomorrow!"
"Yeah right, you’re all talk. Little Ye has never seen you dance."
"Dad’s got some hidden talents, you know!"
In this respect, Ye Fei wasn’t lying at all.
In his previous life, he had discussed music with the Miaoyin Venerable and had also exchanged knowledge about dance.
Music and dance are inseparable, and in this area, Ye Fei was somewhat of an expert.
Only, the dances Ye Fei knew weren’t the popular street or jazz dances of the day.
He was versed in the classical dance of the grand Daxia dynasty.
After dropping Little Ye off at school, Ye Fei went to the clinic as usual to accompany his wife.
In the afternoon, he hurried over to inspect the operations at Haoming Music Studio.
The studio, under Gao Feng’s management, was running smoothly and efficiently.
Since Gao Feng was a big boss with plenty of his own business ventures,
after the studio got on track, he’d assigned a general manager to oversee the operation.
The general manager, named Du Kai, was about forty and looked capable and shrewd.
Du Kai conscientiously presented a detailed report to Ye Fei, the behind-the-scenes big boss, on the music studio’s profits and work arrangements over the past few days.
Ye Fei reviewed the planning documents while nodding his head.
But when he saw the words "socializing over drinks," his brow furrowed.
"What does ’socializing over drinks’ mean?" Ye Fei asked.
"Oh, it means regularly inviting stars to drink and sing with sponsors and investors, to liven things up. This not only helps stars broaden their networks, but also brings in more sponsorships and advertisements for the studio."
Ye Fei shook his head, "Do you think it’s necessary?"
Noticing his boss’s displeasure, Du Kai quickly explained, "Mr. Ye, you might not be aware, but this is an industry norm. All talent agencies arrange such things for their stars. It’s a win-win for everyone."
"A lot of big bosses have this demand, after all, having stars around adds prestige to their dining and singing. Of course, if you don’t like it, I can cancel such business in the future."
Ye Fei understood such practices.
These kinds of dealings would undoubtedly bring great benefits to the company.
However, on the other hand, they could also impact a star’s image.
As singers, instead of focusing on their profession and striving to improve, they’re often accompanying people for drinks and singing.
Isn’t that almost like being a hostess?
"Let’s cancel it," he decided firmly, yet after some thought, he added, "But carry on with the social event tomorrow as planned, since it has already been arranged. It wouldn’t be nice to stand people up."
"Understood!"
Working at the studio made the afternoon fly by.
At four o’clock, Ye Fei promptly went to pick up his daughter from kindergarten.
After eating dinner at home, the two of them headed straight for the kindergarten.
Ye Fei thought to himself that kids these days really have it tough.
They need to be good at their studies and versatile in talents, essentially squeezing out even their playtime.
But what can be done?
Everyone is working hard to nurture their children. If he relaxes, won’t his child fall behind?
Fortunately, Little Ye is understanding and doesn’t require much worrying in these aspects, which indeed saves him a lot of trouble.
Once they arrived at the dance class,
many of the students’ parents had already arrived before them.
Ye Fei scanned the room.
A good half were both mothers and fathers coming together; the rest were mostly mothers who came with their children.
After all, a parent-child contest was soon to begin, and most men are rather stiff; how many of them can dance?
In critical moments, mothers are typically the ones who can deliver the results.
Little Ye also realized the issue and muttered under her breath with a frown, "This is bad. Little Ye is going to be embarrassed big time today."
At that moment, several kids from the dance class approached.
"Little Ye, don’t forget our bet! Whoever loses today has to give up their spot in the city dance contest," they reminded her.
"You don’t need to remind me; I remember it clearly!" Little Ye retorted.
"That’s good to hear," they said.
A few of the little girls cast a cheeky glance at Ye Fei, who stood behind Little Ye.
"Only your dad came? Your mom didn’t come?"
"My mom is sick and couldn’t make it."
Hearing this, the little girls couldn’t help but cover their mouths and giggle, "Then aren’t you bound to lose?"
"Who says I’m going to lose!" Little Ye declared defiantly. "My daddy can dance really, really well..."
As she finished, even she didn’t sound convinced.
"Really now..."
The little girls looked at Ye Fei with skepticism.
"You used to brag about how good your mom is at dancing, and now she’s too scared to show up for fear of losing. Little Ye, you sure can talk big!"
"I’m not talking big! My daddy is awesome!"
"Oh yes, of course, your dad is awesome! Just don’t cry when you lose," they taunted before skipping away with scornful glances.
Little Ye puffed her cheeks, obviously holding her breath in silent frustration.
Ye Fei hadn’t expected that tonight’s parent-child competition was also tied to a bet among the children.
Whoever lost would have to give up their place in the city dance competition.
How could Ye Fei let his daughter lose?
He had to stand tall for his little treasure in this battle!
