Zuo Nai, a foot-washing girl from the bottom of society, is reborn in the body of a wealthy heiress.
Rich and powerful, partly set on a campus, lighthearted, full of surprises, with a spoiled heroine, humor, romance, and face-slapping.
The judges asked Zuo Nai a deeply philosophical question.
“People say the difference between humans and animals is the ability to make and use tools. So, Miss Yun, in a marriage, which side would you lean toward?”
Whatever answer Zuo Nai gave, the judges were ready to give her a hard time.
Her clear eyes held a hint of foolishness. After staring blankly for a long moment, she said, “I choose to make tools.”
She stood up, smoothed out the creases in her white shirt, stretched her lower back, then rolled her neck and spoke.
“Pu Tiantian, play the music! It’s time to show off my talent.”
Dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun.
The notes danced, the melody soared, and stirring music full of ethnic flavor rang out. Yun Youyou began her performance.
She lifted her left arm overhead, bent it to the side, and awkwardly reached her right hand behind her, hunching her back and throwing her head back… There was not a trace of grace. Her movements looked less like dancing than a greasy uncle who’d downed a whole bottle of Wuliangye and was fighting to pick up the bill.
After a whole routine of offbeat drunken boxing, the livestream chat was filled with dots and question marks… The truth was, Yun Youyou had given it her all. The Dai dance steps were just so difficult that one wrong move turned it into a bandit dance.
Dun-dun-dun-dun, dun-dun-dun-dun. The music played on, and so did her drunken antics. The livestream looked like a weasel dancing to celebrate becoming an immortal.
“Why do I feel like you’re dancing as if someone’s threatening you?”
“Is this supposed to be dancing? This is a damn flailing chicken!”
Nice writing 👍