He didn't know. He had no idea. He was just a little dwarf who was four foot four.
Behind the tractor, two figures were watching in secret.
The moment Shi Jihan spotted Xiao Yuan, he nudged Lin Xubai beside him. "He's here, he's here. Xubai, it's your turn to perform."
Lin Xubai nodded, his gaze resolute. "You've already helped me tremendously. You let me successfully reconcile myself and create the perfect sculpture of my senior. Leave the rest to me."
With that, he pressed the remote control in his hand.
Xiao Yuan had been about to sneak away while no one was paying attention. He refused to admit that thing in the center of the square was his. Then the crowd erupted again. "Oh my God, it's moving!" "Where's it going?" "What kind of pose is that? Hahaha!" Unable to resist his curiosity, Xiao Yuan turned around.
The four-foot-four dwarf stood atop two remote-controlled cars, one under each foot, thrusting his hips as he struggled forward with his short little legs.
Turn left.
Turn right.
Turn right.
Turn left.
The little dwarf alone twisted himself into an entire dance troupe.
The crowd watched. "Wow, he really knows how to grind."
Xiao Yuan only wished he could knock himself unconscious with one punch and go straight to sleep.
What a surreal day. He would just pretend he had never woken up.
But it was already too late. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, and the little dwarf walked straight up to Xiao Yuan. With a click, a glass bottle dropped from his mouth and rolled to Xiao Yuan's feet.
Xiao Yuan's scalp had gone numb from embarrassment, but under everyone's silent urging, he still picked up the bottle.
A label was stuck on it: A bottle of canned air from