In the eighties and nineties, if you wanted to talk about who danced Breakdancing best, there was no getting around MJ. His Moonwalk alone had influenced at least two generations.
But saying MJ was the unsurpassable number one in Breakdancing would not necessarily have been right either. Those who came after had followed the road he blazed and developed far too many highly entertaining dance moves.
Li Ye had also been obsessed with MJ in his youth in his previous life. He had often skipped lunch just to buy an MJ disc, and after short videos rose to prominence, there were even more ways to learn.
So when Li Ye switched through seven or eight distinctly different styles of dance moves during a one-minute improvised performance, the applause and cheers in the Small Screening Room were about to drown out the speakers.
"Alright, that's enough!"
Li Ye shut off the speakers himself, then said to the workers who still wanted more, "Do you understand now? Whether someone is a good person isn't defined by what dance they perform. Dance itself has no original sin; people are the ones who sin.
"Oh. Of course, exclude Blacklight Dance from that. Whoever dances Blacklight Dance gets fired by me."
"Ha ha ha ha ha~"
All the workers present laughed, while several young women blushed faintly, looking a little embarrassed.
Blacklight Dance was a depraved trend that had suddenly swept through a few years ago. It had now been suppressed, but its aftereffects remained severe.
Many people had gone dancing back then just to experience those few minutes under the black lights. The thrill spread from one person to ten, then ten to a hundred. Even well-behaved kids who had never entered a dance hall had heard its legends.
Although that stuff could only