Chapter 293: Chapter 293: Millennium_1
The competition began.
As family after family took the stage,
Ye Fei suddenly realized these parents all seemed to be well-prepared.
Not only did the mothers dance gracefully, but even the fathers were impressive.
Later, as the parents chatted with one another, Ye Fei learned.
It turned out that they had been notified of the parent-child dance competition last week, so every family was fully prepared.
Ye Fei was just about to ask his daughter why she hadn’t mentioned it when he figured it out.
Last week, wasn’t that when his wife encountered difficulties at work, fell ill from exhaustion, and he was busy taking care of her?
It must have been considerate Little Ye who didn’t want to burden him further, so she didn’t speak of it.
Thinking of this, Ye Fei gently touched his daughter’s little head.
This girl, her understanding ways were heart-achingly endearing!
But to go up and compete like this, even if he himself danced quite well, he wouldn’t be able to coordinate with his daughter.
Luckily, their turn was later in the sequence.
There was still time.
Ye Fei called over a dance teacher and briefly explained the situation.
He hoped the teacher could give him and Little Ye some time to rehearse so they wouldn’t embarrass themselves by rushing onstage.
The teacher agreed,
but a wry smile flitted across her lips.
With so little time, how impressive could their rehearsal be?
Ah well, it was better than nothing.
The girls who had bet with Little Ye heard and came over snickering.
"After all the fanfare, it turns out you were just boasting, Little Ye. Think you can win us by cramming last minute? Too naïve, don’t you think?"
"Maybe you should just give up, Little Ye. Don’t worry, we won’t laugh at you. Haha..."
"Lalala, the spot in the city dance is ours! Not yours, nope!"
Little Ye puffed up in anger, "Who says it’s yours? Who says I’ve lost? Just you watch! Hmmph!"
"Tch, still not convinced, huh? It’s your turn in half an hour. In such a short time, no one believes you can come up with anything good!"
"Who needs you to believe? Just you watch!"
"Fine, watch we will, bring it on!~"
The children on both sides made faces at each other.
Ye Fei then took his daughter to the dance studio next door.
Out of sight, Little Ye became downhearted.
Clearly, she too felt that victory today was hopeless.
She just couldn’t let go of her pride in front of others.
Ye Fei softly encouraged his daughter, where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Even with only half an hour, they were not without hope of winning.
If there was hope, they should fight for it with all their might.
Little Ye’s fighting spirit was reignited.
Ye Fei quickly, drawing on his own strengths in classical dance and combining them with his daughter’s modern dance, improvised a routine.
In this dance scenario, they still portrayed father and daughter.
The story went like this:
The father went off to war and tragically perished in an ice cave, leaving behind his lonely daughter who missed him night and day.
A thousand years later, the daughter reincarnated.
The father awoke from the ice cave to rectify past regrets and continue to protect his daughter.
This story was Ye Fei’s implicit reference to himself.
The dance was, indeed, very challenging, especially the fusion of modern and classical dance. A small mistake could greatly diminish the effect.
Fortunately, his daughter had exceptional dance talent. With just a little guidance from Ye Fei, she improved rapidly.
Twenty minutes later,
the two returned to the competition venue.
They still had over ten minutes before their performance.
Seeing Little Ye come back early, the girls couldn’t help but tease her.
"Why are you back so soon? Is it because you know struggling is useless and you’ve given up already?"
"Just admit defeat sooner and spare us the drama. We’re all kids, no need to be so stubborn about saving face, right?"
Ye Fei heard these words and couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
Today’s kids, they mature so fast.
So young, and already so adept at being sarcastic.
But his question soon found an answer.
He saw a parent of one of the girls pretending to scold with mock annoyance,
"You shouldn’t speak rudely, kids. Haven’t I told you not to look down on people? How do you know for sure they will lose? What if her father is a dancer, ready to outclass us all in a minute?"
Another parent immediately laughed and continued the conversation.
"Lynn’s mom, you’re really funny. If Ye Fei were a dancer, would he need to send his girl here to learn to dance?"
"Besides, look at how manly Ye Fei is; not the slightest bit effeminate, nothing like a dancer."
Another pretty mom glanced at Ye Fei, "Exactly, he looks totally stiff."
After saying that, the pretty mom realized her slip-up and hastily covered her mouth with a giggle, "I speak my mind, Ye Fei, please don’t be angry, okay?"
Ye Fei politely responded, "You’re actually complimenting me, how could I be angry?"
The pretty mom awkwardly tugged at her smile.
Soon, it was the turn of the girls competing with Little Ye.
No wonder they were snide; their skills were indeed strong.
All the mothers had a dance background, performing with ease and elegance.
The fathers, though a bit stiff, after a week’s preparation, managed to look decent.
The most impressive was that pretty mom.
Be it looks, flexibility, dance moves, or professionalism, she completely overshadowed everyone else.
She was clearly professional, radiating an air of ’the championship is mine to lose.’
After dancing, she descended from the stage, glancing at Ye Fei, whether it was a challenge or something else, unclear.
Finally, it was Little Ye’s turn.
"Next up, please welcome, the family of Little Ye, presenting a dance combining modern with classical, ’A Thousand Years.’ Let’s applaud them."
