I'm busking on the streets with my kid, and my domineering CEO is helping me break into the mus

Soon, at Yang Xue's call, Jiang Xiaolong hurriedly carried Gao Linlin backstage.

Fortunately, the dance troupe has a doctor who runs a clinic and a middle-aged woman who always carries quick-acting remedies with her.

With timely and effective intervention, Gao Linlin's convulsions stopped, and she gradually regained consciousness.

But she was still quite weak, and it was probably too late for her to perform on stage.

Under everyone's concerned questioning, Gao Linlin reluctantly told them everything.

Jiang Xiaolong was so angry that he almost rushed out to confront Parker, but fortunately, several people forcibly stopped him.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I didn't listen to you."

At this moment, Gao Linlin looked at Yang Xue and said in a weak voice.

Yang Xue had warned her before, and although she readily agreed, she still fell into the other party's trap.

Yang Xue's expression was indifferent, as if she was deliberately suppressing her emotions.

She said softly:

"It's not your fault, they were clearly setting a trap for you."

At this moment, enthusiastic applause erupted from outside the stage.

In addition, there were whistles and cheers.

It sounds more like a sarcastic remark from the other side.

It seems the hip-hop group has finished this round of performances.

"Sis, I've rested enough, let's go on stage!"

Gao Linlin tried to struggle to get up, but Yang Xue gently held her down.

"Stay here and rest well, and wait for me to come back."

Hearing this, Gao Linlin felt even more upset.

She believed that her stubborn and unpleasant temper had ruined everyone's hopes.

Gao Linlin, her eyes red and her voice low and hoarse, said:

"Sis, I have to go on stage."

"We've come this far with so much effort!"

"We cannot let this opportunity be lost because of me."

Gao Linlin sniffed and then casually wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"I'm all better now, and there's nothing wrong with me."

To be on the safe side, she forced a fake smile, attempting to get away with it.

Gao Linlin's eyeshadow smudged around her eyes, making her look like a little ghost.

Everyone just watched her silently.

As instructed by the doctor, she needed a quiet environment.

Apart from Yang Xue, no one else dared to speak.

But seeing her silly cat's behavior, I felt both heartache and helplessness.

Zhu Yan turned around and covered her mouth, trying her best not to cry out loud.

Compared to her, Yang Xue was unusually calm.

She really did hold Gao Linlin's shoulders like a big sister, her voice deep and powerful:

"Although we have temporarily lost your support, it doesn't mean we can defeat you."

"I, Yang Xue, will remember the grudge of losing my arm. And I will go and avenge them now!"

"Linlin, wait here obediently, and I'll avenge you!"

Yang Xue spoke with a calm and composed expression.

Gao Linlin, however, felt a force flowing into and warming her heart.

It's a sense of grounding that comes from a restless heart.

It's a feeling of security, like having a solid city wall behind you.

It's more about the cathartic feeling of venting one's grievances after being wronged.

Yang Xue did not offer any words of comfort or encouragement to Gao Linlin, but instead made a promise to her in a protective manner, like that of a family member.

This is both an affirmation of ability and a recognition of relationship.

Gao Linlin was not well-liked by her family since childhood, and as she grew up, she frequently encountered injustice and betrayal.

Yang Xue understood that her tough personality was just a protective shield; what she truly craved was recognition and care.

She understood her because they were the same kind of people.

Gao Linlin hesitated for a moment, then finally opened her heart to the person in front of her:

"Sister! Go avenge me!"

Yang Xue raised her hand and patted Gao Linlin's cheek, then looked around at her group of friends.

Everyone's expression was exceptionally serious and resolute, including little Yang Zhiyao.

They understood each other without saying a word.

The hip-hop group's scheme not only failed to dampen the square dance group's spirit, but also fueled their desire for revenge.

The anger eased the tension in everyone's hearts.

Seeing that the atmosphere had been built up, Yang Xue spoke:

"Linlin, you still have a copy of that music on your phone, right...?"

...

On the hip-hop group's side, Parker noticed the commotion on the other side out of the corner of his eye.

He wasn't entirely sure if he could succeed.

However, based on his understanding of Gao Lingling, he knew that if he brought out this song, it would inevitably affect her mindset.

After this round of performances, Parker did not rush off the stage, but stood on the side of the stage.

Because the platform set up by the hip-hop group was relatively high, the view was also relatively clear.

As a large group of people, young and old, took to the stage, the number was clearly greater than in the previous two shows.

Their gazes toward this side were filled with resentment or hatred.

But the control panel was empty; Gao Linlin was nowhere to be seen.

Parker automatically filtered out other people's opinions, his inner joy and ecstasy growing stronger.

The others also noticed this, and with Parker's earlier description, they discussed it with great excitement:

"Holy crap, the senior's prediction came true! Gao Linlin really didn't go on stage!"

"Senior is awesome! That trick really works! I hope Gao Linlin won't be furious!"

"Hahaha, I hope she's furious! What should have been a half-hour match was dragged out to two hours by that woman!"

"This time it's a sure thing! Now that Gao Linlin can't go on stage, I can't imagine how the other side can win."

The fact that Gao Linlin was defeated was a real relief to them.

After being thoroughly outmatched by their opponents, the hip-hop group changed their strategy.

The attitude has shifted from absolute domination to a willingness to resort to underhanded tactics as long as victory is achieved.

As for face...?

We're almost losing to a bunch of elderly folks dancing in the square, how can we possibly save face!

...

Under the expectant gaze of the audience.

Yang Xue, still dressed in that domineering and stylish outfit, took the stage last, hand in hand with Yang Zhiyao.

The audience's eyes lit up when they saw Yang Zhiyao.

She changed into a black, white, and blue ink-wash style children's outfit.

The dress has a traditional Chinese character for "book" embroidered in the center, making the wearer look elegant and distinguished.

We were able to get these two exquisite performance costumes thanks to the introduction from Mr. Guo, the owner of the children's clothing store.

What's puzzling is that the two appeared unusually indifferent and showed no joy on stage this time.

The DJ on the control panel was also gone.

It's worth noting that, besides Yang Xue, the DJ was the most prominent figure on the stage in the square dance group.

Unlike the person opposite her, Yang Xue did not immediately begin her performance.

She suddenly raised her hand and pointed to the opposite stands, towards DJ Parker watching the commotion from the corner.

"That player named Parker, Linlin asked me to pass on her greetings to you."

His cool, clear voice echoed throughout Times Square, drawing everyone's attention.

Yang Xue paused for two seconds before continuing:

"Since you are so good at stealing, since you are so cowardly."

"Why not move into the waterway? After all, that's your home."

The host, Ou Xiangrong, and the judges were stunned.

They vaguely remembered that the pre-match trash talk was over...

But the onlookers actually enjoy watching this impending feud.

Parker frowned upon hearing the taunts from the other side.

Despite his despicable behavior, he was a person who cared a lot about his reputation.

He took the rapper's headset, walked to the center of the stage, and smiled in response:

"My beautiful lady, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Why didn't Linlin personally convey these words to you?"

While deliberately playing dumb, Parker didn't forget to annoy Gao Linlin, attempting to further exploit his opponent's mentality.

But Yang Xue remained expressionless and calmly spoke, completely unaffected:

"It's normal for you not to understand as a foreigner."

"Just like the music you played, it contains so many Chinese elements, yet you still don't understand."

"Because your skill point was allocated to stealing."

“But you, a fake foreigner, can’t steal all of China’s millennia-old culture.”

At this point, Yang Xue gave a disdainful smile.

The ambiguous statement sparked a discussion among the audience.

Because so little information was provided, they didn't understand much of what was being said.

But one thing is certain: there seems to be a big scoop hidden here.

Parker's lips twitched slightly as he witnessed the humiliation.

But then he realized that provocation was one of his usual tactics, and he couldn't fall for her trick.

She quickly suppressed her anger and said with a smile:

"I don't want to argue with you, Miss. If you think you can defeat us, please take action."

Please don't waste everyone's time.

As he spoke, he intentionally gestured toward the DJ's control panel.

The subtext is, "If you're so capable, why don't you do it yourself? Your position is already vacant..."

Yang Xue narrowed her eyes, but her tone remained calm as she spoke:

"I had no intention of teaching a coward like you how to be a person."

"But you've messed with me and my friends!"

"Tonight, I swear I'll make you the laughingstock of the entire internet!"

As she spoke, two beams of dark blue light flashed in her eyes.

A cool, clear notification sound rang in Yang Xue's mind:

[Ding, system notification: Successfully redeemed the God of Music's ultimate masterpiece—Electronic Music Edition.]