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"I can speak 150 words a minute, do you want to test it?" An Jing walked to An Ran and leaned over to ask, looking like he really wanted to compare with her.

"No." An Ran felt that this kind of thing was embarrassing and childish, "Go and have breakfast quickly. I'll check it out and let you know."

An Jing was a little reluctant, "You'd better take a test. Our teacher said Wubi is the fastest. Do you want to learn it with me?"

"No." An Ran firmly refused and looked at An Jing meaningfully.

Boy, in five years you won’t feel that you are so awesome at Wubi!

They even change the track to spell out Pinyin!

"Why are you looking at me like this?" An Jing didn't know what An Ran was thinking, he just thought she looked at him strangely.

Of course An Ran would not tell him that his little pride now would be worthless in the future and would have nothing to show off.

"Go and eat quickly, the wontons won't taste good because they're cold."

"You haven't eaten either?" An Jingshun said, but he walked to the small table with breakfast.

An Ran was too lazy to respond to her and concentrated on looking for dance videos on the Internet.

After searching for it, I couldn't help but ask An Jing, "Do you have any plans today?"

An Jing, who had just stuffed a wonton into his mouth, asked incoherently, "Are you asking me?"

"Otherwise?" An Ran turned to look at him.

"I've been at home all day." There was a banquet at home, and An Jing wanted to help receive the guests.

"Are you ready for the dance tonight?" An Ran asked again.

"Ready, Tango." An Jing swallowed the wontons in his mouth, "The wontons are getting cold, are you really not coming to eat?"

An Ran got up from the computer and walked towards him, "Mom asked you to dance?"

"No, I planned it myself." An Jing said, "Otherwise, what else can we dance? Waltz? It's too boring."

An Jing started learning to dance in kindergarten. Except for the third year of junior high school, the second year of high school, and the third year of high school, he has never stopped taking dance classes. He has a very solid foundation and talent.

"Do you want to change to jazz?" An Ran thought about it and suggested, "I think jazz is more in line with the theme of our banquet tonight."

She just looked online and found that jazz dance was better.

"Are you going to dance jazz?" An Jing asked.

"Do you want to come with me?" When An Jing is dancing, he should get a lot of attention.

"Okay." An Jing easily agreed to An Ran's invitation, "But mother probably wants you to dance the tango or the waltz."

"Waltz is barely okay, but tango is okay."

An Jing watched An Ran pick up the food plate on the small table and asked in surprise, "Aren't you eating here?"

"I'll go back to the room to eat." An Ran walked out with breakfast, "Let's meet at the gym upstairs at 8:30."

"So early?"

"Time is running out."

……

Tomorrow night, the lights are on.

The banquet hall on the first floor of Anjia is brightly lit. Gorgeous chandeliers hang from the high ceiling, casting bright and soft light, reflecting the exquisite candlelight on the banquet table. Gorgeous decorations embellish the entire space.

An Ran was wearing a pink dress and stood slimly next to An Jing, who was wearing a black suit, and welcomed the guests with him. In front of them was An Tu and his wife, who were greeting the guests who had just entered the door, polite and enthusiastic.

Mrs. An, in particular, showed confidence and kindness in her eyes, as if she dominated the entire banquet hall.

Even though the banquet hadn't started yet, An Ran already felt tired and just wanted to sneak back to the room quickly and cover herself with a quilt to sleep. 1314