He Jinxia blinked her eyes, concealing the confusion in them.
She was utterly bewildered by this sudden turn of events.
By this time, Zhang You had already stood up and was doing some warm-up exercises to stretch his muscles.
He Jinxia was pulled up from her seat by Zhang Yuanyuan, like a duck being pushed onto a perch, her head hanging low as she racked her brains for what dance she would do next.
Zhang Yuanyuan saw her pale face and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
He Jinxia's lips parted and closed, but she really didn't know what to say.
She wavered between feigning calm and admitting defeat, eventually choosing the latter, which was more true to her feelings, and said helplessly, "I haven't danced street dance for a long time; I've forgotten most of it."
It was at that moment that Zhang You casually suggested, "I'm not so good at dancing either. How about we switch to a singing solo instead?"
