Be Your Lover Forever (Alicia)

He couldn't believe his eyes, to the point where Wyatt raised his hand and rubbed them hard. Was it her? She went on the stage, so why didn't he see it?

As if he had seen a ghost, Wyatt's expression turned ugly. The two bumped into each other. Would there be any problems?

His appreciation of the contest shattered in an instant, replaced by his complicated emotions.

As they were standing in a row on the stage, they didn't know each other. With the large crowd around them and Waverly and Raynee not knowing each other at all, they got themselves ready, minding their own business. Occasionally, their gazes would fall on the arena but habitually in the direction they were familiar with. The two happened to be on the left and right sides of the arena, so they would stare at either side of the arena out of habit. Neither of them took each other seriously. After all, the finals had not begun, and the qualification to participate in the finals was based on the breakthrough events. No one could measure the strength of the other. They went up the stage with the purpose of having fun!

Soon, there were ten men standing on the stage, all of them in black tight-fitting trousers and T- shirts. Judging from their constant height and build, they should be professional dancers. Right then, they were standing in a row that was distributed on both sides, engaged in a polite and orderly posture. Each man had a card pinned to his shirt. On the side of their waist was a number card with white font and blue background attached. Similarly, the women had a number card with a red background. Waverly obtained the number 9, while Raynee received the number 4. There were quite a few contestants between them as they were standing almost on each end of the stage respectively. The last number to exist was 0.

Soon, the host announced the rules. Whenever the spotlights were cast on the stage, each of them chose their dance

partners according to the number, and soon they each had their own dance partners.noveldrama

As the beginning of every piece of dance music was first played with the purpose of reminding and preparing the dancers, some dance partners would communicate for better cooperation. Before that, cha-cha ance was played. Waverly was required to master dance since childhood. Although her dancing was not professional, she knew a bit about all kinds of music, so it was not a problem for her to cooperate with her dance partner. With the host's speech and the commencement of the dance, everyone began to dance along with the guidance of the men's dance steps and moves. It was a lively sight for everyone present to be dancing together. In addition to waves of roars, applause, and laughter under the stage, the group of dancers on the stage broke out in chaos. With her feet moving and her body twisting, Waverly could not help but grin while she had fun.

"Change!"

While they were dancing with passion, there was a sudden clear shout from the host, accompanied by the change in music played. The opposite man whirled. Waverly felt a pang of dizziness and reflectively followed by swirling. By the time she regained her posture, a new face had appeared in front of her, accompanied by the soft voice of the host sounding in her ear.

"Miss No. 3, please receive souvenirs with Mr. No. 1."

Waverly turned her gaze slightly and saw a man gently holding a woman's hand to descend the stairs. Their elegant and beautiful posture seemed that they were not embarrassed. Instead, it carried a unique kind of beauty.

The music played onstage was soft and gentle as if they were dancing to a waltz. The men on the stage held the female companion with one hand, with another hand behind their backs. Sweeping her gaze around, Waverly knew that they must have rehearsed in advance and knew the inside story. The clumsy ones were the ladies that were pulled onstage at the last minute. The men appeared to be experienced. It was not the women that were cooperating with them, but rather, they were to ones catering to the women on the spot, regardless of whether the women were skilled in dancing.

After a few rounds, Waverly discovered the regular pattern. The woman leaving the stage were randomly arranged, but the man went according to the order of their number. Every time the voice rang out, the men would make a turn to change their direction. She knew that Mr. No. 6 was next to get off the stage, whereas the man right in front of her had the number plate 6 attached to him. Waverly knew that as long as she avoided the man, she could stay on the stage. No matter who the next man was, and whatever pace she took, the following man would synchronize with her footsteps. The corners of Waverly's lips curled into a delighted smile. When the voice of the host sounded once more, Waverly chose the man closest to her, and moving along with the direction of the rotation, she avoided Mr. No. 6 and stood to one side. In a sudden collision, she was hit by the woman beside her, but she was quick to react by whirling in another direction. Right then, the men's whirling rotation was shifted from clockwise to anti- clockwise direction, else, she would have to run into Mr. No. 6. After colliding with the woman, she happened to avoid him. When her footsteps were stabilized, she realized that everything was as she had expected. Mr. No. 6 and Miss No. 8 were invited to get off the stage!

Realization instantly dawned on her. Half the match was over, so they would be whirling in the anticlockwise direction!

In the next round, Waverly confirmed her thoughts. As expected, it soon came to an end. There were merely two pairs left on the stage. Miss No. 9 with Mr. No. 0, and Miss No. 4 with Mr. No. 9. When she returned to her original dance partner, Mr. No. 9's side, Waverly couldn't help laughing. Almost at the same time, the man across from her voiced her thoughts.

"Miss, we're really fated..."

In the end, they came together again.

She giggled.

Waverly smiled without saying anything.

Right then, it was his turn to step down. Generally speaking, it should be the opposite woman who couldn't match the pace, so she should be crowned first place!

After giving it some thought, Waverly dispelled the idea. Obviously, there should only be one man left in the last round. That was to say, a pair of dancing couples should have gone down the stage in the previous round. After all, there were only two groups left on the stage, which was too difficult to control. Stealing a glance from the corner of her eyes, Waverly knew that she was an expert, judging from her steps and relaxed state!

Was it predetermined?

With a slight to non- visible frown on her brows, Waverly shook her head again. They wouldn't have to go so far as to cheat so obviously!

Was it nothing more than a coincidence that she ran into an expert?

Similarly, Raynee glanced at the woman next to her with confidence and pride. With the corners of her lips arched in a sneer, it seemed as if she didn't take Waverly seriously at all!

The two secretly did their best, but at the same time, they sized each other up. After a few rounds, the of them exchanged their dance

partners, but they cooperated ind

flawlessly, so no one present could detect their mistakes. After more than ten minutes, the stage was the same as before.

All kinds of photos were taken under the stage, and loud cheers were heard. On the contrary, Wyatt's gaze drifted to and fro. It was the situation he feared to see the most! It was all right even if one of them remained on stage!

The more he hoped for a quick ending, the more intense the contest on the stage was. Repeating the same words several times over, the host had run out of words to describe the scene. After discussing with the person in charge behind him, the music came to an abrupt stop.

"Today is a lucky day. There are two excellent dancers who came to support our activities.

It's tough for us to determine the

winner even after we've watched the match for some time. Since the night is getting darker, we have no choice but to dismiss no matter how wonderful the gathering may be. In this case, we have a change of plans to hand over the decision making authority to the audience. The two ladies, respectively, will dance with Mr. No. 0. The songs can be decided on their own. Who will be the winner? I'm sure the audience is capable of determining the champion. As for which participant you support or favor, we'll invite everyone to cast your precious vote on the stage after it ends. In ten minutes, the person who has the most votes wins..."

Patting his forehead, Wyatt's face was sullen.