Chapter 300 Can I Invite You to Dance with Me?

In the dim and huge space, you could vaguely see a lot of people dancing. It was not a disco with cool lights as Zhou Rui imagined, nor was it an old Shanghai "Shanghai-style" old dance hall like Han Ziyin imagined.

It’s a new version of the ship!

In the center is a huge dance floor, or the entire ballroom is a dance floor, with no other space at all.

The most important thing is that there are a lot of black people on the dance floor! Only the shadowy figures were dancing, but they couldn't see what they were dancing about. They barely moved and just stood there and swayed slightly from side to side.

The eyes of the two people who had just entered had not yet adapted to the darkness, and they felt as if they were blind.

Almost subconsciously, Han Ziyin grabbed Zhou Rui's hand, which was cold and soft. Zhou Rui felt a little more awake, and the air felt less turbid.

Han Ziyin pressed her shoulders against Zhou Rui's, feeling Zhou Rui's body temperature through her dress, and regained a sense of security.

Zhou Rui looked to the opposite side in the distance. The only place with light was maybe the bar?

Since he couldn't find any other way, Zhou Rui took Han Ziyin's hand and prepared to cross the dance floor. Anyway, these people were not moving as if they were standing still, so they shouldn't be disturbed.

As a result, when walking across the dim dance floor, the music suddenly ended and everything came to an abrupt stop.

The lights suddenly came on, illuminating the dance floor.

Both of them were confused.

There were actually dozens of couples on the entire dance floor, all of them were a man and a woman.

There are old aunts and uncles, old aunts and young men, little girls and young men, and little girls and uncles.

The moment the lights came on, almost all the gay men's hands were pulled out from where they shouldn't be.

What the hell!

who I am? where am I? Who are you?

This scene immediately stunned Zhou Rui and Han Ziyin.

These people who were hugging each other tightly just now parted without any hesitation, and ended up like a tide. There were many new ones. Some lesbians had their beards cut off halfway by other gays before they left. They came back for the second time. The station returned to the dance floor.

Zhou Ruicai realized that these were not mutual feelings, this was a price tag! And it's a pattern Zhou Rui has never encountered before.

Han Ziyin felt that her outlook on life had been impacted!

The two of them were pushed and shoved by the crowd. Zhou Rui subconsciously put his arm around Han Ziyin's shoulders to prevent them from being touched by these old perverts, and separated the crowd with his body.

Like a piece of nephrite in the arms, Han Ziyin's shoulders were so slender, and a strong desire for protection surged up.

It was like being thrown into a furnace, Zhou Rui's chest was so warm, and Han Ziyin suddenly couldn't walk anymore.

The two of them just stood there in the middle of the dance floor, Zhou Rui was the city wall, and Han Ziyin was the princess inside the city wall.

Old people were replaced by new ones, and the lights quickly dimmed again.

Music, sounds.

Crowds, shaking.

There were only two people standing still, out of tune with their surroundings.

Zhou Rui heard someone say in the darkness behind him: "Sister Gui Ding didn't ask just now, do you want 10 yuan or 20 yuan?"

A middle-aged female voice said: "Five yuan."

Then there was a rustling sound.

Zhou Rui thought to himself, what the hell are these prices! What kind of consumption level is this! !

In my previous life, I heard people say that the nightlife in Chengdu is very good. Is it really so good? Does your city of Chengdu have a special currency?

Another whisper came from somewhere: "Where are you putting your hands?!"

"What? Are you not allowed to touch me while dancing salsa?"

The other side: "My wife, your waist is so thick!"

"What did you call me?!"

Zhou Rui and Han Ziyin both burst into laughter.

The Sichuan dialect is not difficult to understand, and they also listened to it in the 919 factory. After more than half a month, they can’t speak it but can understand it.

This smile relieved the embarrassment between the two of them. Han Ziyin raised his head and looked at Zhou Rui. Zhou Rui couldn't see the emotions in his beautiful eyes.

Zhou Rui suggested: "How about we go?"

Han Ziyin lowered her head and said "hmm" like a mosquito.

Zhou Rui pulled up the catkin again, but this time the two of them were closer to each other.

All the way away from this magical place.

After going downstairs and breathing in the fresh air, under the dim street lights, the two looked at each other and laughed again.

Han Ziyin said: "I didn't expect it to be such a strange place."

Zhou Rui also shook his head: "It's a great experience. For five yuan, I can't even think about it!"

Han Ziyin looked at her with a scrutinizing smile and said softly: "Is this a matter of money?"

Zhou Rui said seriously: "This is a matter of personality!"

The two of them continued walking along this deserted path. Their original aimless walk on the road became even more aimless.

The impact just now was quite powerful, and both of their minds were filled with random thoughts.

Han Ziyin put her hands behind her back, kicked her white shoes, and suddenly said: "I originally thought that if it were a normal dance hall, the dance I learned would finally come in handy."

Zhou Rui asked curiously: "Have you ever learned dance?"

Han Ziyin nodded and said: "My mother asked me to learn the national standard for a while, but I never had the chance to use it."

Zhou Rui has no idea about the national standard, and his dancing level is limited to "Love is Like Fire":

“What does the national standard look like?”

Han Ziyin suddenly stood under the light beam of the street lamp, picked up a little bit of her skirt, squatted down slightly, and saluted.

The movement was so graceful, and the long hair hung down from one side, shining under the street lamp.

"For example, this is an invitation to dance ceremony, which is the opening ceremony at any time and represents an invitation to dance partners."

Han Ziyin simulated it and stretched out a hand: "Then you should say: Mr. Zhou Rui, can I invite you to dance with me?"

Zhou Rui was stunned, looking at the pair of smiling eyes, a little surprised.

Maybe the scene just now heated up the atmosphere.

Zhou Rui smiled freely, raised his right hand, and pretended to return a salute.

"It's my honor, Miss Han Ziyin."

And then there was nothing else.

"What should I do next?"

Han Ziyin looked around, there was no one around, not even a car, only the street lights accompanied them, and suddenly a little weirdness appeared in her beautiful eyes, which was a color that Zhou Rui had never seen in Han Ziyin.

Han Ziyin gently held Zhou Rui's hand: "For example~"

Zhou Rui felt that Han Ziyin's not-so-strong power was trying to guide his movements, like an ant trying to shake a tree, but Zhou Rui went with the flow and moved along with that power.

Then he felt himself bending down, showing his tough waist and body curves.

Wow, it seems that Han Ziyin has learned dancing, and her movements are very methodical.

But let's say

"Why do I feel that this movement is the female version?"

Zhou Rui lied in Han Ziyin's arms and asked his soul.

His body was very heavy, and he was supporting most of the weight by himself, otherwise he would have brought Han Ziyin down.

Han Ziyin smiled and said, "When I was learning before, I was too tall, so I always played the male part, and my female partners were all girls."

Zhou Rui rolled his eyes, did a carp jump, and imitated Han Ziyin's movements in a serious manner while Han Ziyin exclaimed softly, guiding her to fall into his arms:

"Then why don't you try a new version today?"

Han Ziyin's cheeks, which had just cooled down, became hot again.

"What else? Any other moves?"

She tried to straighten up, trying to regain some initiative to hide her embarrassment, and raised one hand high: "Just turn like this~"

Zhou Rui turned clumsily twice, and then suddenly took the initiative and guided Han Ziyin to turn.

Han Ziyin's strength was no match for Zhou Rui, and as she turned, she turned herself.

Zhou Rui was very tall, enough for a 173cm tall girl to tiptoe and imagine that she had a pair of high heels under her feet.

Then she fell into Zhou Rui's arms again.

"Teacher, is this so?"

Han Ziyin turned her face away.

"Teacher has no strength, let's teach next class"