The Kid Who Sells Scrap

When Zhu Juntang and Liu Chang'an entered the convention hall again to look for An Nuan and Bai Hui, An Nuan and Bai Hui had already finished their barbed conversation some time ago.

The two were holding hands and chatting cheerfully as they watched a group of men in black practicing a dance.

"The big guy leading them is called Gao Shou—Shou as in 'guard.' He's the leader of this group. Hi... Gao Shou." Bai Hui waved at Gao Shou from afar.

"Miss Bai, please guide us!" Gao Shou shouted, bowing to Bai Hui.

"Just keep practicing," Bai Hui said with a smile.

"Yes, we definitely won't embarrass you." Gao Shou turned back and called out to the men in black.

"Rest assured, Miss Bai!" the men in black shouted in unison.

Their bearing and presence reminded An Nuan of the two bodyguards following Zhu Juntang when she had run into her at the hospital that time.

"That's quite the display," An Nuan said with a smile. Objectively speaking, someone who had made it as far as Bai Hui in ACG circles was surely among the very best.

"It was all arranged by Xiaotang. She usually loves to fool around, but she's actually very kind-hearted and enthusiastic. She arranged for these bodyguards to dance behind me because she wanted to draw more attention... Actually, I heard their combined pay is even higher than Madonna's exorbitantly priced backup dancers." Bai Hui sounded both grateful and helpless.

"Then this is better." An Nuan recalled videos of Madonna's performances she had watched. The style of that dance troupe had been a little too flamboyant for her taste.

Watching serious, calm, manly men dance like lovable fools was more fun than watching a highly skilled performance by a group of people whose genders she