Chapter 077: What Kind of Language Is English

The Grand Cosmos Dance Floor was ablaze with lights and teeming with people, a scene of unparalleled excitement. As the crowd swelled, familiar faces greeted each other.

“Haha, Brother Wang, it’s been ages! Who’d have thought we’d be competing in a dance-off today?”

“Sister Yun, you’re looking even more stunning lately. You’ve really grown.”

“Xiaoyu, our band has secured a performance spot for next year's All-National. Want to join me?”

“Bro, your dancing’s leveled up again. Even the way you walk radiates charisma.”

“Hope the newcomer doesn’t get scared off by us, haha.”

Nearly two thousand people had gathered on the dance floor, and, through spectator mode, another eight million were watching.

In the midst of cheerful chatter and patient anticipation, the crowd was thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Suddenly—

A dazzling flash of light streaked through the inner circle of the dance floor as a column of rainbow light erupted from the teleportation center.

At the sight of this, the players’ expressions turned serious.

This was the Rainbow Beam Teleportation, which cost a hundred thousand virtual coins. The Wandering Dance God had only performed a dozen songs, and the total coin rewards would barely cover this sum.

In other words, he’d traded all his coins for a show-stopping entrance.

As the players waited to see just who this Wandering Dance God was, the light faded—and everyone was dumbfounded.

Utterly confounded, the entire crowd was left in collective shock.

This “Xiaofang” was graceful and elegant, with exquisite features and a touch of nobility in her gaze. Her mature beauty and poised figure, accentuated by her loose yet form-fitting dance attire, made her a rare and striking woman.

But who—or what—was this Wandering Dance God?

Long, flowing black hair, deep-set eyes, a face so handsome it almost seemed unreal, and a faintly arrogant smile at the corner of his lips.

His muscles and physique were striking, but most astonishing was the tattoo—or perhaps body paint—of the Pisces constellation emblazoned across his chest.

As for his attire, he wore no shirt, only a pair of blue-and-white checkered beach shorts. His right leg bore no scars at the knee, but its proportions to the left leg seemed decidedly off. Was his right leg lame?

As millions of players in both the venue and spectator mode sized up Le Xiaotian and Chen Fang, the pair also appraised the crowd before them.

With a slight squint, Le Xiaotian realized the distinction between this place and reality was almost imperceptible. Of course, to tell people apart was simple enough—their in-game names floated above their heads.

Surrounding the dance floor were mostly young men and women in their twenties or thirties, each exuding the distinctive aura of dancers—a contagious vibrancy and exhilaration. Their attire was varied, with one exception: there were no formal clothes to be seen.

In an instant, both sides formed their first impressions of each other.

Stepping forward, the Wandering Dance God greeted amicably, “Friend, take my advice—change your name.”

Two thousand players slowly began moving toward Le Xiaotian.

Realizing they were trying to intimidate him, Le Xiaotian grinned, his white teeth giving an impression of immaculate confidence. “Thanks for the advice. But I won’t be changing it.”

The crowd’s eyes narrowed slightly. This guy really intended to tough it out.

At that moment, the Electronic Demon—a young man in loose clothes, a backward cap, and half-fingered leather gloves—spoke up, “Friend, your recent high score was due to beginner’s luck and a low difficulty level. You’d better reconsider.”

Le Xiaotian only smiled in silence.

Now, Classical Breeze stepped forward as well. “Friend, the best dancers from Beijing, Dalan, Yunluo, Wuchuan, Secret Cave, and North River have all arrived. For the sake of our shared Beihai region, I advise you to listen.”

Le Xiaotian chuckled. “Let them come. I was hoping to spar with the world’s top talent. It’s a special period, though, so I’ll make do with what’s at hand.”

Arrogant, conceited, brash!

Instantly, the players looked on with anticipation, their lips curving into faint smiles.

Electronic Demon’s gaze grew stern. “Since you’ve decided, let’s begin the dance-off.”

Cheers erupted from the players.

Le Xiaotian said, “Fine, a dance battle would be good. But I have one request: I’ll choose the song.”

No one objected; after all, these top players were adept with the music of all major dance genres in Cosmos in Motion.

With the agreement settled, the crowd stepped back to clear the floor.

Squeezing Chen Fang’s delicate hand, Le Xiaotian said confidently, “Don’t worry—someone will be cheering for me.”

The dance floor cleared, and a slender youth took position opposite Le Xiaotian, initiating solo battle mode.

Upon accepting the challenge, Cosmos in Motion activated its stage effects—a series of glowing circles spiraled onto the floor.

Le Xiaotian then selected a 90bpm version of “Lonely” (by Ghana’s Nana, known in China under names like “Nong Ni” or “Dragon,” a song many born in the 80s would recognize. For your immersion, the author has chosen Earth music for this dance—please support if you remember it!).

With the song chosen, the game began to play it. As it was battle mode, all the players could hear.

The crisp electronic harpsichord tones rang out, accompanied by a deep cello and a pure, clean background. Instantly, the players’ eyes lit up.

Nodding, swaying, bobbing their heads, moving their hands, rising onto their toes—everyone subconsciously started to move with the music.

The atmosphere ignited in an instant.

Some players were so excited they shouted out.

“Haha, it’s Teacher Xiaotian’s ‘Lonely’! A masterpiece!”

“Absolutely, the production is incredible. The duet of male and female vocals is just perfect.”

“Mm, it fuses so many elements. But what language is Teacher Xiaotian singing in? I’ve no idea.”

At this, Chen Fang smiled sweetly. The one you’re challenging is Teacher Xiaotian—he’s standing right in front of you.

Hearing this, Le Xiaotian was stunned—his face full of bewilderment.

Then, in his mind, he roared, “Damn it, Xiao Jiu, get out here! How do they not know what English is? Did you change this world again?”

Xiao Jiu soothed him, “Adjustments are ongoing to account for infinite variables. But don’t worry.”

Cold sweat broke out on Le Xiaotian’s forehead as he stammered, “Just tell me straight—did you break the Celestial Realm?”

Xiao Jiu protested, “Because your beloved Su Yun found out your identity early and uncovered the truth about the Le Ball prematurely, adjustments were needed. It’s not my fault. Trust me.”

Le Xiaotian was speechless. Trusting Xiao Jiu was far too risky!

As the ethereal female vocals soared, interwoven with male rap and the sharp staccato of the violin, Le Xiaotian’s opponent had already entered the groove.

His pauses were deliberate, his moves crisp—reminiscent of street dance on Earth.

Brimming with energy and passion, the slim youth executed a single-handed 720-degree spin, then landed, stabbing both hands downward, his gaze full of provocation.

The message was clear: Well, are you stunned? Your turn!