Xingtie: Starting from the Cloud Five period

What enters your mouth is the taste of Fairy Happy Tea with an excessive amount of Jueyun pepper.

Even though Jiang Yuan thought he could handle spicy food and was no problem for Barbara's spicy drinks, he couldn't help but show a strange expression when faced with the sudden impact of this taste.

He noticed out of the corner of his eye that someone next to him put down his hand that was about to try the tea in front of him.

"Drink it without worry." Jiang Yuan cleared his throat, "I have a feeling that I am probably the only one who can experience this taste."

Before he had the chance to persecute others, he was persecuted first.

San Yue Qi picked up the juice he had just drunk and hesitated: "I hope what you said is true."

She sniffed the juice carefully, making sure it was the same smell as before, before taking a small sip.

“Yeah, it still tastes the same.”

She felt relieved.

"Sure enough, Jiang Yuan, you are the only one who suffered this shock."

Su Shang and Gui Naifen took a cautious sip of their drinks.

It also tastes very normal, sweet and delicious.

Jingliu and Ren had no intention of touching the drinks in front of them.

The jackdaw has no need for water for the time being.

Yinzhi tasted her own and said, "What a wonderful taste!"

He always likes to praise all kinds of people or things.

Dan Heng pushed the drink in front of him forward.

Out of caution, he didn't want to try this even if someone else tried it.

Jing Yuan, on the other hand, drank his tea with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, good tea."

Jiang Yuan guessed right—his drink really was the weirdest tasting one.

but it does not matter.

Jiang Yuan raised his hands that were supporting his chin, covering his eyebrows and eyes, so that everyone could only see his raised mouth.

No one could escape the following dance competition.

"Jiang Yuan, you must be thinking of some bad ideas."

San Yueqi looked at Jiang Yuan's strange smile and instantly guessed what he was thinking.

Not to mention March 7th who was more familiar with Jiang Yuan, anyone present could guess what he was thinking.

"My best friend is probably thinking about how to plan the next dance competition."

Oh, it really is.

Yinzhi said sincerely: "As a pure and beautiful knight, I pursue the standard of beauty in all aspects."

"If you want to compete in dancing, I'm willing to give it my best try."

Whether it is a dancing contest or a fighting contest, he will not back down.

[There was actually someone who showed up to support me.]

[No wonder Jiang Yuan became close friends with people right away.]

[My best friend can dance? Then I want to learn how to dance too!]

[Boss, you can dance but don't take up weapons.]

[It's convenient. I'll put it down now.]

[Shinobu, you've been having a hard time.]

〔agree.〕

Although it is called dancing, it is unrealistic to expect everyone present to go on stage and perform obediently.

Jiang Yuan believed that there must be someone present who would rather stand there on the stage than move.

Is there any way to get them to cooperate actively?

Jiang Yuan touched his chin... What was needed was not a dancing competition, but a martial arts competition.

"How about this."

He finally came up with an idea.

"We randomly draw lots, and perform on stage according to the order of the draw. Others will be responsible for scoring, and in the end, we'll see who has the highest score..."

"Who is the champion?" San Yue Qi tried to understand Jiang Yuan's thinking, "Isn't it a bit too simple? Also, what if the audience has a bias?"

"I haven't finished yet." Jiang Yuan put down his hands, "The top five with the highest scores will enter the next round for a second showdown."

"...Go on." San Yue Qi tried to write down Jiang Yuan's thoughts.

"The second showdown is a big melee. Five people go on stage at the same time, and the one who stays on the stage in the end is the dance king!" Jiang Yuan said.

The clouds floating behind him quickly responded to his words and transformed into the words "Dancing King!!!"

"It sounds so ugly." March 7 complained.

[It sounds terrible.]

[If the final title is Dance King, no one would want to win.]

[No, no one wants to be better than Wu, right? Except Jiang Yuan himself.]

[Does he plan to take the stage himself?]

[Ying, can your brother dance?]

[No impression, does Paimon know?]

[…Does waving flowery hands count? Although I haven’t seen him do that, he seems to have said something like he wants to wave his flowery hands to the sky.]

[By the way, sword dance is also considered dancing, right?]

[So, a gun can also be danced.]

[The same can be done with ritual implements.]

[Waving dance?]

[That depends on how Jiang Yuan intends to define this dance competition.]

"I won't get involved."

Blade's tone was firm.

"I'm not interested in participating." Jingliu said calmly.

"Don't expect me to cooperate." Dan Heng said expressionlessly.

"It's quite interesting," Jing Yuan smiled, "Can any kind of dance be done?"

"Okay!" Jiang Yuan nodded.

"Then I'll join."

"Huh?" San Yueqi was a little surprised. She thought Jing Yuan would not participate either. "Jing Yuan, can you dance?"

"As for sword dancing, I do know a little bit."

Jing Yuan smiled.

He and the audience in the live broadcast room happened to have the same idea.

"Is this okay?" San Yueqi looked at Jiang Yuan.

"Okay." Jiang Yuan was also thinking about sword dance.

After all, he couldn't really go on stage and wave his hands, right?

If he dares to shake it, his dear audience friends will dare to make it into an emoticon and spread it quickly.

He was thick-skinned enough not to mind, but wasn't there a better option?

"Will it turn into a real melee if five of us go on stage together?"

Gui Naifen had already thought of the scene at that time.

As soon as Jiang Yuan said he could dance with a sword, I guess everyone would go on stage with weapons.

The second stage might have directly turned from a dancing competition into a fighting competition.

But as soon as she said this, some people became interested.

Ren stared at Jiang Yuan closely and said in a low voice: "I will participate."

There is no point in taking action here. He doesn't want to attack Yin Yuejun at the moment. He wants to attack Jiang Yuan.

"I forgot to say that."

Jiang Yuan added.

"There is no way to abstain from this dance competition. Even if you don't want to go on stage, your body will be forced to go on stage. You can't predict what you will be controlled to do at that time."

In fact, it wasn’t that Jiang Yuan forgot to say it, but that he had just received this rule.

"Why didn't you say so earlier!" San Yue Qi looked at Jiang Yuan in condemnation.

"Hey?"

Jiang Yuan tilted his head.

After the rules were explained, a lottery tube appeared on the table in front of them.

Whether they were willing or not, everyone present needed to draw a lot.

"Come on, come on." Jiang Yuan shook the lottery tube twice, "One for each person!"

He was the first to hand the lottery tube to Ren.

Ren looked at him solemnly, drew a stick, glanced at the words on it, and his expression became even more gloomy.

"Oh," Jiang Yuan leaned over to take a look, "Congratulations, the first contestant to go on stage has appeared, it's my Uncle Dian Dao."

"Don't call me that." Ren was ready to use the lottery ticket in his hand as a weapon to point at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan pretended not to hear: "Come on, come on, let Jing Liu draw the next lot, right?"