Top-Tier Superpower Student-Chapter 726 - 698: Dancing in the Palm of One’s Hand

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"Bei Men Ling sister, Nan Men Ba Ye, with a single call to arms, Cang Hai trembles!"

At ten o'clock in the morning, a group of people arrived in Cang Hai City. The beast bouts were scheduled to start at one in the afternoon, so there was still some time.

Wang Yuan had rented a place in Cang Hai City well in advance, which was protected by experts, forbidding anyone to enter or leave without permission.

Having arranged everything, Wang Yuan grabbed Lin Tian and said, "We still have some time, why don't we go and take a look around Manchun Hall?"

"Manchun Hall?" Lin Tian frowned, it sounded like the name of a brothel.

He looked disdainful; he was, after all, a decent man.

Wang Yuan's face turned as bitter as a bitter melon as he explained, "Manchun Hall is an enterprise under Li Linglong. It doesn't accept outside guests, only those participating in the beast bouts and Gambling Stone. Inside, there is a dancer nicknamed 'Little Feiyan.' Of course, her beauty is beyond words, stunningly gorgeous, but she also has an ultimate technique. Just like the Han Dynasty's Zhao Feiyan, she can dance on the palm of your hand, hovering as if about to ascend to the heavens, like a Heavenly Immortal descending to the mortal world, too beautiful to forget. Last time I attended the beast bouts, I saw Little Feiyan's dance, and I cannot forget it to this day."

Zhao Feiyan, one of the four great beauties, was said to be so frail she could dance on the palm of a hand.

In fact, Lin Tian had always been skeptical about this claim. An adult, no matter how thin, would still weigh around fifty to sixty kilos, right? How could they possibly dance on the palm of a hand?

Perhaps it was his lack of experience, but he truly didn't believe it.

He asked pointedly, "On the palm? You're saying that 'Little Feiyan' can really dance on the palm of a hand?"

"Really!" Wang Yuan nodded with great certainty.

Lin Tian's interest was piqued. "Let's go have a look then," he said.

Manchun Hall was only a ten minute walk from the courtyard Wang Yuan had rented.

This place was no Skyscraper; it didn't even have two floors, just a very spacious bungalow.

Although it was just a bungalow, it was majestic and elaborately decorated, exuding the aura of European nobility, with an air of sophistication everywhere.

At the entrance, two stone lions sat imposingly, their angry stares warning everyone who entered or exited.

The entrance had a medium-sized parking lot and, just to put things in perspective, a BMW S6 here would be considered bottom of the barrel.

Wang Yuan and Lin Tian approached the entrance. Wang Yuan showed a card and said, "This is my friend; he will be participating in the beast bout later and would like to rest here for a bit."

The receptionist scanned the card with an electronic device, found nothing unusual, and the waiter bowed deferentially, saying, "Good day, sirs. Please come in."

Upon entering, their eyes were met with a dazzling scene. Although the building was ordinary, the interior was resplendently ornate, far more luxurious than the exterior.

It was an enormous space with no fewer than sixty tables arranged inside, and at the very front was a stage. At that moment, a very pretty girl was singing on the stage.

"Flowing Clouds drift for thousands of miles, yet a single glance at the beauty evokes thoughts of three thousand!"

"Heartfelt tales of farewell bear unique sorrow, parting grief filled with longing for the beloved!"

...,...

The song felt so familiar, and so did the voice.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Tian was stunned. Wasn't the beautiful songstress on stage the pop star, Zhang Ximeng?

Wasn't she singing the currently popular "Flowing Cloud Dream"?

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Today, the two hottest singers are Meng Ke'er and Zhang Ximeng!

Although Meng Ke'er firmly overshadows Zhang Ximeng, right now, Zhang Ximeng is at the peak of her singing career; her appearance fee is no less than five million. The fact that Manchun Hall casually invited Zhang Ximeng to perform is sufficient proof of its power.

Look at the decorations, the tables and chairs are all Italian, the lights above are from America, and the walls are embellished with agate, jade, and pearls—it's almost becoming a second Wolong Bay.

Wang Yuan led the way in front and chose a seat in the middle.

Wang Yuan sat down, but Lin Tian did not.

He glanced around the room; there were more than sixty tables, and the ones at the very back were almost all full, while the ones at the front had only one person. Since there were empty seats, why not sit at the front?

Moreover, Lin Tian came this time specifically to watch Feiyan's palm dance. Sitting in the middle might make it hard to see clearly; sitting at the front would be much better.

He pulled at Wang Yuan and said, "Come on, let's go sit at the front where we can see clearly."

Unexpectedly, Wang Yuan firmly pulled Lin Tian back and forced him down onto the chair, whispering cautiously, "Big Brother, we can't just sit anywhere. The closer to the front you sit, the greater the show of power and wealth. I've made a rough estimate of our Wang Family's wealth, and honestly, we should be sitting two rows back. But with you, Brother Tian, here, I dared to take this spot in the middle."

Oh!

So that was how it was.

Lin Tian hadn't expected that just a few tables and chairs could involve so much status.

However, given the status of the Wang Family, they could only choose a spot in the middle. Then, the people sitting here must be truly powerful.

He didn't want to cause trouble, but he would be somewhat unwilling if he couldn't get a clear view of the 'palm dance.'

Forget it; there might only be this one chance in a lifetime to see the palm dance. He had to watch it today.

Lin Tian pulled Wang Yuan and said, "Come on, let's go sit at the front."

"Hey, hey, hey... Big Brother, listen to me, sitting here is fine, hey...!"

Wang Yuan was extremely reluctant, but he couldn't resist Lin Tian and was dragged to the front row.

From the first row, the stage was only four or five meters away. From here, Lin Tian could clearly see Zhang Ximeng's looks.

Indeed, the beauties on TV are deceiving.

Zhang Ximeng does indeed sing well, but she is just above average in looks. With the help of a stylist and a make-up artist, coupled with the effects of television, she could barely be considered a beauty. Without make-up, she isn't nearly as pretty as my wives.

As Lin Tian was seriously listening to the singing, Wang Yuan pulled at his clothes from behind and said, "Big Brother, why don't we go sit at the back? This place, I've only been here twice myself, and I'm not very clear on the rules. But you see those people, they are all looking at us, discussing us with their shifty eyes. I'm a bit scared."

Lin Tian looked carefully at the gaze of the crowd, just as Wang Yuan said. The group around them was all discussing the two of them animatedly; some people were astonished, some showed disdain, and others loved the drama!

He didn't want to cause trouble and knew that those who came here were no ordinary people. He didn't want to bring about any ill consequences over a matter of seating.

He wavered in his heart, considering moving back a bit.

Just at that moment, Zhang Ximeng's performance ended, and she respectfully bowed to the audience.

Speaking sweetly, she said, "Next, may I invite our little Feiyan to present her palm dance for everyone. Let's welcome her."