The boss of the apocalypse travels back to the 1970s with space

The dance performed by Wang Siyu and others was probably self-choreographed, and the movements were much simpler than those performed by professional art troupes.

But they must have been practicing for a long time. They have a good understanding of each other and dance very neatly.

As the soothing music played, they performed simple dance moves in coordination with each other and danced gracefully on the stage.

The spinning dance did not appeal to Xia Meng in the slightest. She yawned out of boredom, but she didn't expect to catch Wang Siyu's eyes on the stage.

Xia Meng wiped the tears from her eyes and looked at Wang Siyu expressionlessly.

Wang Siyu glared at Xia Meng fiercely.

Because the focus was on Xia Meng, she almost sprained herself while dancing. If the companion next to her hadn't caught her with quick eyesight and quick hands, she might have made a fool of herself in public.

Because of this mistake, Wang Siyu did not dare to be distracted anymore, but his embarrassing behavior was seen by so many people in the audience. Wang Siyu felt ashamed and annoyed, and his little face turned red, almost burning.

One wrong step, another wrong step. Wang Siyu's dance steps are not as flexible as before, and her coordination with her teammates is reduced.

The dance movements are simple and rely on tacit understanding. Wang Siyuxin, who is currently leading the dance, is either too fast or too slow, and the rhythm of the others is naturally disrupted.

In the end, everyone's rhythm was messed up, and it became, you dance yours, I dance mine, like headless flies, which made the audience laugh out loud.

The audience laughed, but Wang Siyu and others on the stage became more panicked and confused, and their dancing became even worse.

Then what shocked Xia Meng was that before the music was played and the dance was not finished, Wang Siyu abandoned the team members on the stage and ran off the stage angrily and in tears.

Xia Meng quickly made way for her.

Unexpectedly, Wang Siyu ran directly towards Xia Meng, then stood one meter away from Xia Meng, pointed at Xia Meng, and said bitterly,

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't...and wouldn't be laughed at."

Xia Meng will not bear the blame.

"You are sick, what does it have to do with me?"

"Why is it none of your business?" Wang Siyu said forcefully.

"If you hadn't been staring at me, why would I have been nervous? If I hadn't been nervous, I wouldn't have almost fallen down and... lost my rhythm."

"It's all you, everything is your fault."

Xia Meng resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"You are performing on stage, and so many people in the audience are staring at you. You are not nervous. But if I look at you, you are nervous?"

"Besides, I didn't keep an eye on you. It's because of your poor mental quality. It's none of my business!"

"I don't care, it's you, it's all your fault," Wang Siyu cried and yelled loudly as if she was breaking down, just like an unreasonable child, almost lying on the ground rolling around.

Xia Meng didn't tolerate her, "If you can't do it yourself, blame others. That's all you can do."

"I can't do it?" Wang Siyu sneered when he heard this,

"Xia Meng, what do you, a dominatrix, know?"

"I'm a member of the dance team in the factory. I'm the best dancer in our factory."

"You are a rude and savage woman who doesn't know what dancing is."

Xia Meng's expression was hard to express, and he sneered,

"You dance like that and you still have the nerve to say that you are the best dancer in the factory. Even the city walls are not as thick-skinned as you!"

"Ahhhh!!!" Wang Siyu was so angry that Xia Meng screamed 'wow'.

"Xia Meng, you don't know how to dance, what qualifications do you have to criticize me?"

Xia Meng, "Who said I don't know how to dance?"