I checked the recording schedule, and it coincided with the day of my book signing event.
So I casually said, "I'm not good at dancing."
At that moment, Leila had just finished her shower and probably overheard it.
As the daughter of the richest man in Arcadia, dancing was just the most basic social etiquette, and I had been learning it since I was young.
But compared to my other achievements, this one was indeed not impressive.
Want to see me make a fool of myself?
Fine!
I'll give you what you want!
Under Leila's mocking gaze, I walked to the front and started warming up.
To her, this seemed like my last-ditch effort before I went down.
"Is there any music?"
"Yes!"
Excited, Leila pulled out her phone and played an upbeat track.
I didn't ask for a change and danced to the rhythm.
After finishing, I was slightly out of breath, with a light sheen of sweat on my forehead.
The crowd erupted in applause and cheers, while my three dorm mates looked livid.
Indeed, to them, I was a poor person who couldn't possibly have any talents, let alone perform so well.
...
Leila's face was ashen. She gaped in disbelief, silently mouthing, "Impossible…"
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