novelraw Chapter 1215 Maybe I Really Can’t Dance Anymore
Chapter 1215 Maybe I Really Can’t Dance Anymore
"This is even more satisfying than any public spat, silently slapping someone in the face so they can’t even let out a fart, yet they have to be humble, polite, and lower their attitude."
"There’s a mysterious thrill in such a silent rebuke, a high-quality face-slapping, don’t you think?"
In that moment, the students’ admiration for Nangong Jin rose to another level.
They whispered among themselves, "Wow, Jin Palace is so polite and gentlemanly."
"That’s true elegance."
"Jin Palace is really a great person."
"Low-key luxury with depth!"
"See? This is what a master looks like, what a grandmaster looks like, that Mr. Hong is so rude. Look how poised Jin Palace is."
"Exactly, Mr. Hong should apologize for what he said."
"Yes, he previously looked down on others, he should apologize!"
Hearing these student discussions and such strong support for Nangong Jin, Di Jinxuan felt delighted. Indeed, some situations and matters weren’t suitable for public confrontations; resolving conflicts discreetly was the behavior of ’nobles,’ dignified and imposing.
It wasn’t about staring angrily or puffing up in aggression at a few provoking words, but it also didn’t look weak—instead, it gave off a supremely dignified vibe.
For the first time, she really thought Nangong Jin was genuinely prestigious.
This really shows how important a person’s conduct is.
Naturally, Hong Wu also heard these student comments, turning red and white with embarrassment.
Nangong Jin raised an eyebrow, looking somewhat innocent, smiling casually as he asked, "Mr. Hong, what did you say about me earlier?"
Hong Wu felt awkward.
"Mr. Hong said earlier that you couldn’t dance anymore, that your talents had dried up!" blurted out someone keen on stirring trouble, repeating exactly what Hong Wu had just said.
"Right. People chimed in, "That’s clearly defaming Jin Palace!"
Nangong Jin, still so young at just twenty-six, how could he be said to be unable to dance?
At this point, the students got excited, thinking that a fierce confrontation was coming.
Nangong Jin would surely disdainfully counterattack Hong Wu and take the opportunity to show off a performance, thoroughly humiliating Hong Wu.
Now this would be fun to watch.
Imagine the sensation for a dancer being publicly humiliated by someone honored as such; you can almost feel the pain. If this got out, Hong Wu might not be able to hold his place in the dance world any longer.
Thinking about it was exhilarating; the students were as frenzied as if they had been injected with adrenaline, eagerly gathering around to watch the drama unfold.
A group of professors also crowded around, honestly a bit troubled.
They weren’t as excited as the students, but instead watched Nangong Jin nervously, wanting to say something but not daring or finding it inappropriate to speak.
At this time, Di Jinxuan felt slightly uncomfortable; this issue dragged Nangong Jin in because of her and then questioned him so, leaving her quite upset.
She felt that Nangong Jin standing there must be extremely uncomfortable.
No matter what, a person who was once so brilliant, worshiped by others, but now questioned and ridiculed.
He stood there tall and handsome, yet she felt a sense of loneliness about him; she was very upset.
Just as everyone eagerly awaited Nangong Jin to fiercely tear Hong Wu apart, Nangong Jin suddenly burst into loud, cheerful laughter that was pleasant to the ear.
Just like a radio drama’s lead actor, splendidly sexy and charismatic.
His laughter left everyone a bit stupefied, foolishly gazing at him.
He simply enjoyed himself, raising an eyebrow, "Perhaps I really can’t dance anymore, Mr. Hong. You really are prescient! Maybe you don’t need to teach dance anymore. Switch to fortune telling instead; it would surely be popular. At least, I’d introduce quite a few friends to you, right?"