The men's faces fell when they heard that, and they knew it was indeed a little too much.
Yoo Jae-suk spoke up to ease the tension. "How about this? Let Jiang Siming come up with the challenge."
But Jiang Siming said, "It's fine. Let's just do street dance. I've learned it before."
Song Ji Hyo immediately shot Jiang Siming an annoyed look with her beautiful eyes. "Gary is a professional. He won a major street dance award in Korea."
"It's fine. I may not have won any awards, but I'm also very good at street dance. I'm an uncrowned king," Jiang Siming boasted.
Other than Song Ji Hyo, nobody else was willing to believe him.
But since Jiang Siming had agreed, the street dance competition began right then.
"How about this? I'll do a set of street dance moves, and you follow along. Then you do a set, and I'll learn from you. Whoever fails to copy the other loses. How does that sound?"
Gary asked, and Jiang Siming nodded without hesitation.
Seeing Jiang Siming's confident look, Gary felt a little annoyed. Originally, he had only planned to do a routine of moderate difficulty and leave it at that.
But now he had changed his mind. He decided to perform the most difficult routine he knew.
Gary then performed a popping routine on the spot. Popping was one of the most difficult forms of street dance and placed especially high demands on the muscles.
Even Gary found it somewhat strenuous, and his movements looked just a tiny bit less than smooth.
After finishing, Gary was drenched in sweat, as if he had just taken a sauna. Even his legs were trembling.
"Are you all right, Gary? You really went all out," Yoo Jae-suk asked.
Gary shook his head. "I'm fine.