Lin Tian's words caused an uproar among everyone.
Especially Charlson, whose face flushed red, either from shame at being called out by Lin Tian or out of anger.
"I can't street dance? Can you? Can you win a prize in the national street dance competition?" Charlson shouted back fiercely.
"Me? I can only dance a little, but I might be better than you." Lin Tian shrugged and said lightly.
Charlson pointed at Lin Tian, but just as he was about to curse him out, Zhou Mi asked first, "Lin Tian, why do you say that?"
"No particular reason, just think he can't. Don't you all notice his body is slouched when he walks? Look at him now, even his back is hunched, looking low in energy. Not much muscle either. Someone like that can street dance? Win a prize in the national competition? I don't believe it."
Lin Tian said, hitting the nail on the head.
Charlson instinctively straightened his back a bit, pointing at Lin Tian and cursing, "Nonsense!"
