In the midst of applause,
Little Ye took her father's hand confidently and walked onto the stage.
However, after hearing the dance teacher's announcement, the parents in the audience became restless.
"A combination of classical and modern dance? Little Ye's dad really knows how to play, doesn't he? Isn't this just messing around?"
"Yeah, they were just cramming at the last minute, and instead of sticking to one dance style properly, they went for something high-end. It's really too amusing."
"Ye's dad is obviously ready to throw in the towel. Such an influence on a child from a young age is not a good thing."
The girls competing against Little Ye were also snickering non-stop.
"That's it! We've got this in the bag, there's no need to even watch Little Ye's dance."
"Let's see if she's still so arrogant now. Didn't the teacher say she had the highest talent for dance, and always praised her? Let's see how the teacher will praise her this time!"
The girls were smug,
