Chapter 198, The Dance Begins (Part )

This was an hour after Utsunomiya Shuo entered the venue.

There is a green area around the venue. Various bright green plants and flowers are planted in the soil to form a green area.

It can also be called the Sky Garden.

It belongs to a corner that no one cares about.

There were no more guests arriving at the venue an hour ago.

Nowadays, only men in suits or tuxedos chat in the hall, while the girls have already entered another room to prepare. They must prepare for the venue 3 hours in advance, practice dancing, try on dresses and try on makeup. Their clothes and accessories are all customized by private craftsmen here.

A ball, a dress.

So serious that he felt at a loss.

Utsunomiya Shuo picked up a few bunches of grapes at random in the venue, and was now sitting leisurely in the hanging basket in the small garden on the top floor, swaying and observing these guys.

He didn't know anyone here, so he had nothing to do and might as well find a comfortable place to sit.

Subsequently.

The lights go out.

His heart tightened and he immediately put down his phone, clinging to the hanging basket and looking back.

The dance is about to begin.

a little nervous.

Because it's the first time.

In the dim hall, there was only a single cluster of light shining in the corner of the venue.

Then came the slow and crisp 'tapping' sound of high heels touching the marble floor, neither fast nor slow, as if stepping on every man's heart.

The girls appeared under the lights wearing traditional white dresses, one, two, three... The charming girls appeared with smiles, slowly walked down the British-style spiral staircase, and came to the marble hall to attend the ceremony.

The eye-catching white dress contrasts with the faintly visible white thighs.

Immediately, the girls stood in two rows according to the order in which they went downstairs, looking at the men gathered in the hall from afar with subtle smiles on their faces.

Passionate music began to surround the hall.

The dance has begun.

'At a dance, it is usually the men who make the invitations. And a woman can only decline an invitation from another man if she has made an appointment in advance. And she cannot show sarcasm or arrogance. ' - Fool's Guide.

'Women can only invite men with whom they have danced before or with whom they know each other. Men should accept such invitations no matter what. If a man cannot accept the invitation for some important reason, he should ask the woman to sit at his table or accompany her to the side room. Never refuse abruptly. '——Fool's Guide

'If you invite a lady to dance and there is a misunderstanding, and the lady next to you thinks you are inviting her, you cannot declare "I am not inviting you, but the one next to you...", but you should make the best of it and dance with the lady. '——Fool's guide

Zhuo moved into the dance hall, still thinking about the "Zero Etiquette" he had seen on the road.

Covering everything.

In fact, from the "strategies" that Zero gave him, it can be seen that the most important thing at the dance is etiquette and respect. Almost all the precautions are reminding him of this.

Then the problem is coming.

Why do online novels have scenes of people slapping each other in the face at a dance party? Why are Lu Mingfei and Finger left alone in "Dragon Clan"? Why are they being talked about and laughed at by others? Why are two men dancing?
All they had to do was walk up to the girl and invite her, but these two guys didn't do anything.

By the way, same-sex dancing is not allowed at dances.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of couples walked hand in hand to the center of the stage. The men held the girls' slender waists, and the girls put their white-gloved hands on the shoulders of their male partners.

Always stay with me.

Utsunomiya Shuo was about to take action when he suddenly remembered something.

——He can’t dance.

Zhuo was dumbfounded as he watched more and more girls walk into the venue with the help of their male companions. Male compatriots also began to come forward in groups to invite them.

Gone.

Gone.

It's all gone.

I thought about clothing, time, and etiquette, but I forgot about my own hardware.

Because of his status, he would probably never be able to come into contact with such a formal dance in his life, so it was impossible for him to think about learning ballroom dancing.

Fortunately, he was not the only one left alone. There were two buddies standing on the edge with him, starving.

Zhuo stood there thinking for a while, then looked around and found that the two guys had no intention of sitting down. They were probably waiting to go on stage during the song change and break.

He doesn't have to.

seriously.

Deep down he didn't really want to participate.

I always feel that those who are not from the same world as me will feel out of place and uncomfortable even if I force myself to join them.

So I picked up a yellow drink from the table...I didn't know what it was...and started walking back.

I sat on the hanging basket again, and here I just lay down.

There is melodious music in my ears.

Sometimes passionate, sometimes gentle.

Men and women laughed constantly.

"Hello, can I ask you to dance with me?"

A gentle voice with a faint smile sounded beside my ears. At this moment, Zhuo was still lying leisurely in the hanging basket, with one foot hanging on the ground, exerting force, and the recliner swayed.

Like an old man.

Hearing the voice, he looked up in surprise, and then his eyes almost popped out: "Why are you here?"

"Why can't I be here?"

The girl withdrew her hand that had extended the invitation, stood up straight with her arms folded across her chest, looked down at him condescendingly, snorted twice, and said, "Why can't I be here? I was also wondering why you are here!"

Zhuo frowned when he heard this: "Does Ren know that you are here?"

The person standing in front of him, wearing a pure white evening gown and white silk gloves, was Yurina Yamamoto.

"Tsk!" Yurina smacked her lips in dissatisfaction. "What are you thinking, old antique? Isn't it normal to come to the ball? Feudal! Old-fashioned! Small-minded!"

Utsunomiya Shuo was about to refute.

Yurina took the initiative and waved her hands in front of his face. Her pure white gauze gloves were very dazzling.

"Stop talking, I don't want to listen to you old antique! Let me make it clear first, I'm here with Xiao Ai. And in your eyes, is this a Kabuki theater? From what you said, you came here with a purpose? ... Ugh! Scumbag."

Xiao Ai, Suzuki Ai, Yurina's friend.

Zhuo looked towards the dance floor, but didn't see the iconic twin ponytails. Maybe she changed her hairstyle to attend the dance, so she didn't see them.

He looked away and continued to fight with Yurina: "You are too aggressive."

"Humph! You're so strong, but you're not allowed to say anything about me attending the dance without telling Romanov? Ugh!"

"..." Zhuo frowned and looked at her without saying anything.

　Thanks to brother 20220703153922263 for the 100-point reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)