Panda Novel
Chapter 738: 379 Job Search_3
Chapter 738: 379 Job Search_3
Just as Xianxian said, she treated the elongated heads below like pig heads, and indeed, the pressure in her heart was relieved.
The ten people walked to the middle of the stage, facing and turning their backs on the audience below.
Each person had a number plate on them, and they introduced themselves starting with number one.
“Hello everyone, I am number one, Jiajia, the Jiajia of a dreamy encounter. I like dancing….” As soon as the words fell, there was a striptease on the spot, with splits as they undressed, and the whistles and screams came and went, wave after wave, threatening to lift the roof off.
“I hope you all support me and cast your votes for me.” The girl spread her arms and bowed gracefully.
Loads of flowers were thrown at her, and endless shouts of “Jiajia… Jiajia…” filled the air.
Zheng Qing, with a sunflower seed spitting its shell, complained, “What kind of shit is this? Just undress to show talent? In ancient times, you had to be proficient in everything like qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting when selecting a courtesan.”
Then came a pole dance by number two, a somersault by number three, and a few lines of a little ditty by number four… which all drove the foul-smelling men’s minds off completely, almost making Zheng Qing vomit.
Looking at Ming Jing sitting opposite, she was calmly appreciating the performance, her fingers tapping along with the rhythm.
“MD, it’s an erotic song, not for children to listen to.”
Ming Jing smiled, “If you appreciate it with an artistic perspective, it’s not bad.”
Zheng Qing stared in amazement.
“You… you’re amazing.”
This girl always shattered her expectations time and again.
“I am number eight, Xianxian, my talents are not worth showing compared to the previous sisters.” The girl on stage covered her mouth with a sweet-smelling voice that captivated the souls of those who heard it.
Then the girl took out a short xiao from behind and quickly played a beautiful tune that gradually suppressed the noise in the room.
The music was poignant and mournful, which made people feel desolate and indifferent, incompatible with the flashy scene.
Ming Jing raised her eyebrows, “Moon Over the Han Palace.”
Zheng Qing looked at the girl playing the xiao, “At least this one looks decent.”
Ming Jing gazed at the girl on stage, her eyebrows slightly knitted.
The ancients used music to express their feelings because music could convey thoughts, and she could hear helplessness and sadness in this girl’s music…
The last note fell, the girl bowed, and the applause thundered.
Compared to the frivolous performances before, this xiao performance was refreshing and exciting, and many people showed interest in their eyes for a while.
The girl took a step back and stood in line with the other nine.
The girl at the end bit her pale lips and ventured out, her shoulders hunched as if she were a frightened rabbit.
“What are you afraid of, we won’t eat you, haha….” A teasing laugh echoed, followed by laughter from everyone.
The girl stuttered, “I… my name is Yueyue, and I don’t have any talents….”
“Then take off your clothes, that’s a talent.”
There were jeering voices below, and under the mask, the girl’s face was pale.
Her small hands nervously grasped the hem of her skirt. With a group of men jeering around her, she stood in the center, like a helpless and fragile little rabbit surrounded by a pack of wolves.
Zheng Qing slammed the table and stood up, “All of you shut up, a bunch of grown men bullying a little girl, do you have no shame?”
Her voice was clear, instantly suppressing all the jeers.
In the blink of an eye, all eyes turned to her. The man who started the jeering sneered, “Oh, a hero comes to the rescue, the little girl is lucky today.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn
Yueyue gratefully looked at the man who spoke up for her. The scene was dimly lit, and she couldn’t see his face, but she felt his figure was exceptionally tall.
Zheng Qing snorted, “You grown men, with hands and feet, flirting with a little girl, don’t you feel ashamed?”
“Hey, you’re quite interesting. Do you know where this is? What are we all here for? Are you sick in the head?”
“It’s your TM head that’s sick.” Zheng Qing grabbed a wine bottle from the table and threw it at the man. Her aim was good enough that the bottle grazed the man’s ear and smashed into the wall behind him.
The wine bottle smashed to the ground with a “pah,” shattering into pieces.
The scene was silent.
The man’s knees went weak, and he quickly became angry and ashamed, pointing at Zheng Qing and cursing, “You dare to do it, are you trying to die?”
Zheng Qing stepped on the table with one foot and sneered, “I hit you for having such a stinky mouth, it’s disgusting.”
The man was furious, “Security, tie this guy up for me, I have to teach him a lesson today.”
Zheng Qing suddenly kicked the table, and it flew right out. Instantly, the room panicked, and people screamed as they avoided her.
“Come on, do you think I’m scared of you?”
Ming Jing sat unmoved in her seat, the dim and flickering light unnoticed by anyone.
Wan Xiang glanced over, snorting, “Daring to cause trouble here, simply ignorant of one’s own limits.”