When Cesare came to his senses again, Hilton, who had started dancing solo for no apparent reason at what time, danced in front of Cesare gorgeously in a women's step, without giving the other party a chance to refuse. Although Hilton was born in the military, , but when dancing, he is so flexible and not stiff at all, blending into Cesare's dance steps with the most perfect rhythm.
"That's weird. I remember you said you couldn't dance?" Hilton, with contempt in his eyes, did not forget to be sarcastic even when he was dancing with Cesare.
Although he was filled with reluctance, Cesare still put his hand on Hilton's waist expressionlessly, ignored the sarcastic words and then asked: "Where's Velatea? She's not Are I dancing with you?"
"Oh, it was true just now, until you pissed her off." Hilton responded angrily. "Let me guess... maybe it's because you would rather entertain yourself alone than look at her. I have to admit that I do have a bit of a flirtatious attitude sometimes, but obviously you are better at breaking a woman's heart. .”
Cesare looked at the exit of the auditorium with some confusion. Indeed, as Hilton said, he saw the back of Veladia leaving straight away, with firm steps and without looking back. Even though it was raining heavily outside, this made Cesare Sarai couldn't help but feel worried, but he still couldn't understand what this had to do with him.
"I don't understand what you are talking about." Cesare said bluntly.
"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Hilton used his superb dancing skills to make the women's dance steps extremely graceful. Even though it was two men dancing together, the arc of each other's bodies dancing could still be described as perfect, and with the rhythm Moving and spinning, Hilton mastered every waltz technique with ease and without any flaws. He can be called the most standard model.
Even Cesare, who least wanted to acknowledge him in the audience, couldn't help but ask: "The famous Sir Hilton dances with me on the female steps. Is this really good?"
Hilton snorted disdainfully when he heard Cesare's question. "Sometimes identity doesn't matter. What matters is whether you really have the strength to do it." The dance of the two men was not embarrassing. On the contrary, it was amazing because of their superb dancing skills. The two of them seemed not to be dancing, but like Two knights were dueling, parrying each other's attacks with great momentum, their gaits elegant and deadly.
The dance continued until the end of another half, when Hilton left Cesare with an elegant gait when the time came. "See you later Mr. Hunyadi, I wish you a happy dance alone." After saying that, Hilton took advantage of the women's steps and walked out of the dance floor without any violation. There is no doubt that he had planned it well from the beginning. This is a way to escape the awkwardness of dancing solo.
Unsurprisingly, the dance music continued. Although Hilton was a little unhappy with Hilton's escape, Gallon was in a good mood when he saw that Cesare was back to dancing alone and no one was willing to dance with him anymore. Incredible.
And not only that, Galen saw that Cesare could move freely by himself, so he prepared to go even harder and gave Boris, who was waiting outside the dance floor, a look. The big man immediately nodded understandingly and ran away with a smirk.
Soon, Gallon's next plot begins to reveal itself. The magic candlesticks that were originally dancing with the juggling bottles in the air suddenly seemed to have received some instructions and stopped dancing. The juggling bottles also lost their magic power in an instant and fell down one after another. It was only because of the actors' quick hands and quick eyes that they did not get hurt. People, but their expressions clearly don't know what's going on, and they are still worried about whether they have ruined their jobs.
Immediately afterwards, the candlesticks gradually gathered towards the middle of the dance floor, forming a ring shape. The originally bright candles strangely lost their light, and the entire auditorium dimmed. Many students were at a loss what to do. He was also forced to stop dancing, but the dance music continued.
Dean Li An looked very ugly. He anxiously asked the teacher in charge of the school anniversary process: "What is going on!? Who is responsible for those magic candlesticks!"
"I, I don't know either." The security guard obviously knew nothing about this matter. "Almost the entire school anniversary is sponsored by the Orsini family. Except for the circus, which is brought in from outside, the rest are staff provided by the Orsini family. How dare I ask more questions!"
When everyone was confused, a host's voice suddenly sounded throughout the auditorium. "Next! Let's choose the best dancer in the show! Let's enjoy their amazing dance together!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the magic candlesticks tilted downwards in unison. Cesare didn't realize that this had anything to do with him, but then the light of the candles, driven by magic, formed a huge spotlight in the overall dim auditorium. Only Cesare's feet were illuminated, and Cesare, who was dancing alone, was exposed to the light alone, directly exposed to everyone's gaze.
Cesare was also a little overwhelmed by such a sudden situation, and could hardly keep up with the rhythm of the dance music.
Facing the gazes of everyone in the entire auditorium, Cesare's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably and his breathing became rapid. He tried hard to ignore the pressure on his face and barely managed to stabilize the rhythm of the dance. His gradually narrowing pupils saw Gallen's vicious face in the shadows. His smile grew crazier after his conspiracy was successful, and he clapped his hands in extremely hypocritical praise. The guys from several gallons took the opportunity to shout as if they had been rehearsed in advance: "Congratulations! Let everyone see what you can do!"
Sandino looked at the faces of these people and his teeth itched with hatred. "Gallon, you bastard! Is it necessary to do things so absolutely!" He wanted to roar, but he could only keep his voice down in the auditorium. Crocia just looked at Cesare worriedly and swallowed nervously. "No, I have to help my brother!" Krosia said firmly.
"Huh? Oh! Come on!" Sandino responded positively, but he really couldn't help much other than cheering.
However, just as Crocia walked towards Cesare who was in trouble, Galen suddenly blocked the way with a smirk on his face. "Oh, Crocia, it seems that we have never spoken face to face. You are as lovely and beautiful as the rumors say." Faced with Gallen's hypocritical bow, the angry Crocia ignored him and walked around him. Unsurprisingly, he was stopped by Gallon again.
"I haven't even finished my words...you are leaving. Isn't it a bit rude? Could it be...that this is your family's usual style?"
"There's no need to be polite when talking to you." Krosia stopped, turned sideways and looked at Galen anxiously and angrily, not afraid of the other person's identity as the son of a duke. "What exactly are you going to do? Mr. Orsini."
"As expected of a family, they have so much personality." Galen sneered a few times. "Don't be nervous, dear, I'm not an underground devil. You don't need to be so hostile to me. I just want to dare to invite you to dance." After saying that, Galen bent over and held out his hand to Crocia. Heart.
Crocia felt sick to her stomach when she saw Galen's hypocritical smile. "Please allow me to refuse, and please allow me to leave." Crocia refused without hesitation.
"Of course. How can I be embarrassed to waste your time? It's just..." Gallen looked at Cesare in the spotlight intentionally or unintentionally. As soon as the intermission time passed, there would be no dance partner to help him through this crisis. , Gallen couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth when he thought of this.
"It's just that I remember that according to traditional rules, a lady cannot dance with others immediately after rejecting someone at a ball. This involves some... noble dignity."
"A true gentleman cannot care about these things." Crocia replied calmly, calculating the time in her mind. There was not much time before the end of the half-time, and she had to get rid of this annoying person immediately.
"I really don't care, but there will always be people who care. If these people find out, your brother will be unable to hold his head up even more in this school. We don't want this to happen, do we?" Galen smiled flatteringly. , the words turned into naked threats.
Crocia knew that this man was narrow-minded, and there was nothing he couldn't do. She looked at Cesare worriedly, and finally hesitated, fearing that her behavior would bring greater trouble to her brother in the future.
