dance dance let me up

They all frowned.

Harry said, "Sifu, will this place be full by then?"

Du Ye nodded.

"Wow, that must have been stressful," Harry said.

Du Ye said: "It doesn't matter. You are not the only one who is under great pressure. Everyone has pressure. Whoever overcomes it first will walk ahead."

Done.

Du Ye repeated it again in Chinese.

Both Zhao Yan and Xiao Jia listened thoughtfully.

Zhao Yan asked: "Then how can I overcome it? Is there a trick?"

Du Ye said: "You have overcome your fear to dance in the square today, how did you overcome it?"

Zhao Yan's eyes lit up: "Wow, Liu Jiao? You really have the foresight, and suddenly I don't think it's particularly scary."

Only Xiaojia's face changed, and she became a little sad.

After all, Liu Neng couldn't bear it, and suggested: "Xiao Jia, do you want to dance now?"

Xiaojia was the first to look at Du Ye.

Du Ye looked at him expressionlessly.

Xiao Jia hesitated for a moment and was about to shake her head.

Du Ye raised his eyebrows.

Xiao Jia suddenly turned her half-shaking head into nodding up and down, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Zhao Yan saw it and opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

But Harry's reaction was a bit strange. He looked at Xiao Jia angrily, and then came to Du Ye and asked, "Do you want to guide others? Are you not my silk husband?"

Du Ye put away the inscrutable look on his face and looked at him in surprise.

Harry drooped his ears aggrieved, and said dejectedly, "Can Sifu only have Harry as his apprentice?"

Du Ye: ...

Horse's!

Jealousy is contagious, right?