Prince's Substitute Bride Is A Double-face novel Chapter 118

"You are my apple. I love you so much. Your red face warmed my heart. You are the fire of my life..."

"Hahaha, it's so funny." The audience burst into laughter. They didn't care about their images.

How could such a gentleman dance such a square dance? It was so funny.

"Ha ha! Lisa, how can it be so funny? " At the backstage, Emily giggled, covering her belly.

The boy danced on the stage and became more and more boring. With the laughter growing, he covered his face and fled off the stage.

The judges were made up of four people, including James, the head of the department, the former president of the student, and the president of the second year of senior high school, Henry.

The boy's stepping down soon ended the farce. The judges quickly drew a big cross on his name.

It was time for the boy to make the tragic over.

The host started to announce the next one. There were several people in a row all brought awkward performances, and only a few who were lucky enough got the projects they were good at.

Soon, it was Charles's turn. As an all-powerful man, he didn't care what he would get.

Standing on the stage, Charles was dressed in a bright red suit. His enchanting wine red hair was combed high by the gel water, like an arrogant flame.

He stood on the stage, and the audience applauded, and the support rate was very high.

"Mr. Charles! Mr. Charles! Mr. Charles!"

The shouts were louder and louder. He stood on the stage with an enchanting smile.

"Hello, everyone. Fortunately, I got the street dance. I think you all want to watch my performance!" Charles smiled naughtily.

"Mr. Charles, the prince of street dance, will definitely win!" All of a sudden, a voice from the audience stirred up the atmosphere. The girls stood up excitedly, screamed and cheered.

Shush! Charles stretched out his finger to touch his sexy lips and winked at everyone. He signaled everyone to be quiet.

One! Two! Three! Four!

As the dynamic music sounded, Charles suddenly twisted his body and danced with the rhythm.

His hands and feet were in harmony, and the amazing dance made the audience excited. Under the dazzling light, he had become the most shining super star on the stage.

"Wow, that's great. It's the first time I know he's so good at dancing." Emily covered her mouth and watched the scene in the backstage excitedly. She thought this guy who was usually not serious could do nothing.

"Don't look down upon my brother Charles. He is the second best dancer in the world. He represented our school to participate in the European street dance competition." Lisa helped her to learn more about Charles.

"Well, that's great." Emily began to feel inferior again. Everyone on the stage was awesome. What should she do?

Finally, Charles stepped down the stage with the most enthusiastic applause.

Undoubtedly, he entered the final smoothly, and there was no doubt that he would be one of the five presidents of the students.

Then, Lisa performed a jazz dance that she was not good at. Oh, my god! She hated dancing most.

When Jenny sang, people could feel her magical voice besides her design.

Oliver drew a piano song. He was wearing a white suit, like a prince coming out of a fairy tale, elegant and handsome, like the spring breeze.

An elegant and beautiful melody came into everyone's ears, and his slender fingers easily fluctuated on the black and white keys.

It seemed that the project he drew was not difficult for him at all.

It was Jackson's turn to show up. His silver suit matched his hair color, and his momentum was strong. As soon as he appeared, he received a violent applause.

With a guitar in his hand, he sat quietly on a high chair and began to play it. A sad melody began.

From afar, everyone could see that this guitar did not agree with the ordinary rosewood guitar, but an extremely Pocket Crystal Guitar, unique and beautiful.

"Wow! That guitar is so beautiful. "

"It perfectly matches Mr. Jackson."

Hiding in the backstage, Emily looked at Jackson on the stage and felt very uncomfortable. How could Jack use the guitar she gave him in the competition?

Sitting on the judge seat, James stared at the guitar. The pen in his hand was about to be broken by him, making a sound.

Damn it!

This guy was still openly provoking him. How dare he covet his woman?

When the performance was over, the applause was loud, but James deliberately drew a big zero on his name.

When Jackson stepped down the platform, he happened to meet the next person, Emily, who was about to perform.

The two people's eyes met, and Emily greeted him with a smile.

"Break a leg! Girl, I'm cheering for you off the stage. " Said Jackson softly.

"Thank you, Jack. I'll try my best! You did a good job just now! " Emily gave her a thumbs up wittily.

"It was all because of the guitar you gave me."

"No, the quality of the guitar is not good."

"Because it's from you, so the effect will be different." Jackson said calmly, his hot eyes following her.

"Well, then I'll take it!"