Little Fatty’s sudden appearance disrupted many people’s plans.
They had hoped to invite the Princess to dance the first dance, and thus gain the upper hand.
They were not afraid of being involved in scandals with Phoenix, their backgrounds were strong, their abilities formidable, and their family power immense—they could bear all the gossip and both overt and covert attacks...
Even the Royal Family’s selection of a suitor was likely to be from among these men.
But they hadn’t expected to be thrown off by a Little Fatty.
What’s more, they hadn’t imagined Phoenix would actually accept Little Fatty’s invitation and agree to accompany him for the first dance at his coming-of-age ceremony.
"What does the Princess mean by this? Why accept an invitation from a fatty?" Gong Shuyan asked with a displeased look as Phoenix placed her small hand in the fatty’s large one.
Qin Jianyi was defeated, Shen Xinglan left, Gong Shuyan felt that among all the young people present, he should be "number one"...
So, when he saw Phoenix emerge in her changed dress, he was the first to step forward and invite her.
Of course, reality is also cruel, and he was the first to be rejected.
Being rejected himself wouldn’t matter, after all, she had rejected everyone.
But now, what does it mean that you accept an invitation from a Little Fatty?
Could it be that these young talents from Phoenix City are inferior to a Little Fatty from the Old Land?
Isn’t this too much of a slap in the face?
Shi An, standing on the side, also had an unpleasant look on his face as he said in a deep voice, "That fatty is Tang Fei’s brother. He even started a fight at the beginning of the banquet and hit Qin Yuyang... It was because of this incident that Qin Jianyi came forward to challenge Tang Fei, only to lose miserably. What a waste..."
"Oh oh, I know him, he claimed to be Shang Xiulin’s Master... How could Shang Xiulin possibly have such a Master? Fake, right?"
Shi An glanced at Gong Shuyan in surprise and said, "Is that even a question that needs to be asked? Has Shang Xiulin lost his mind to take such a person as his Master? What could he teach Shang Xiulin? How to eat? However, he seems to be the closed-door disciple taken in by Shang Xiulin..."
Gong Shuyan stood still for a moment, then said, "Indeed, Shang Xiulin has gone mad..."
Miss Li from the neighboring family, who was outspoken, blurted out, "Beauty and the Beast... My god, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have clamored for the Princess to dance. I would rather she rejected everyone..."
The music started, and Phoenix, holding Little Fatty’s hand, walked into the very center of the dance floor.
It couldn’t be helped, Little Fatty didn’t know what he was supposed to do...
After the invitation, he just stood there stupidly, not moving.
As everyone said, seeing Little Fatty’s huge frame standing alongside the tall and beautiful Princess, they truly resembled Beauty and the Beast, filled with comic relief.
"Have you never danced before?" Phoenix asked, looking at Little Fatty.
She knew Little Fatty couldn’t dance, how could there be such social activities in the Old Land?
Moreover, she believed Little Fatty definitely wouldn’t like dancing; he’d rather be smashing rocks.
For him, this was torture and humiliation.
She heard what those people were saying, and naturally, Little Fatty heard them too.
He came to stand in for his big brother...
He knew it was time for him to step forward, so he did.
So what about the cold mockery and insults of others?
"Yes." Little Fatty smiled honestly and said, "I can only break rocks."
"It’s ok, I’ll teach you. Just follow my rhythm... come on, forward... back... Oh dear..."
"Sorry, sorry..." Little Fatty apologized repeatedly. He had accidentally stepped on Phoenix’s toes.
He knew his own weight; such a step would probably fracture Phoenix’s toes...
If she wasn’t a Cultivator.
"It’s ok." Phoenix endured the pain, and her beautiful face bloomed with a sweet smile again as she said to comfort him, "When I first learned to dance, I often stepped on the etiquette officer’s shoes, too. It’ll get better with a few more tries..."
"Don’t be nervous, let you body relax..."
"Don’t look around, just try to look into my eyes... and don’t look at the toes... Oh dear, it’s fine... don’t look down at your toes..."
"Right, right, that’s good... You’re dancing better and better... and you’re not as tense as before... Oh dear... it’s ok, you’re stepping on my feet less and less... This proves you’ve made a lot of progress..."
"Good, very good, just ... Yeah, Little Fatty, you’re really impressive, you’ve learned so quickly..."
It must be said, Little Fatty’s movements were very clumsy and comical, looking like a big bear prancing awkwardly in a dance.
Occasionally turning in the wrong direction or stepping on Phoenix’s feet, he attracted laughter from the crowd and some unfriendly remarks.
He was very nervous, incredibly nervous.
Sweat poured down his forehead, and before the dance was even finished, the white shirt under his suit was already soaked with sweat.
But still, he persisted.
He was continuing to earnestly learn.
He didn’t like dancing, but he was determined to keep dancing this one.
His big brother did so much for him, he couldn’t fail at such a small thing.
He knew he was clumsy, but he also knew he was tough... blades and swords couldn’t hurt him, let alone some insignificant words.
Tang Fei was watching from the side, laughing just like everyone else.
His smile was radiant, seemingly even more delighted than others watching Little Fatty’s embarrassment.
However, his gaze was so fierce and cold.