174: I kneel before you.

The Second-Generation Rich man didn't even notice the wine spilling from his hand as he muttered, "Holy crap... what kind of divine dancing is this?"

He had seen plenty of beauties and quite a few who could dance, but he had never seen anyone dance with such impact; every movement carried a sense of wild power, yet was breathtakingly beautiful.

The photographer was even more crazed, holding his camera and clicking the shutter incessantly, his fingers moving so fast they were about to cramp.

He let out an excited roar.

"Perfect!"

"Too perfect!"

"Power, beauty, rhythm—it's all top-tier!"

"This isn't a dance a human should be able to do!"

He had shot countless dance portraits, but he had never seen anyone combine strength and grace so well; every one of Lei Jun's movements exceeded the physiological limits of a human.

The yellow-haired punk's mouth hung wide open, drool leaking out.

"Is this sister an immortal? This dance is just too top-tier!"

Two international students stood up abruptly, shouting along to the rhythm of the music.

"Wow!"

"Amazing!"

They had seen many street dance masters abroad, but compared to Lei Jun, they were simply not worth mentioning.

This was no longer just dancing; this was art, a display of power!

Lin Xiaoya stood up excitedly and clapped until her palms were red.

"Sister Lei is so awesome!"

"It's too explosive!"

She was incredibly proud in her heart; this was her Sister Lei, who could do anything to perfection!

Su Qing and Su Ya were also dazed, constantly murmuring, "The Young Miss is too incredible, how can she even be this good at dancing!"

Lei Ying, Lei Yue, and Lei Cai stood to the side, their eyes filled with awe.

The Young Miss's body had already become powerful to an unbelievable degree!

More and more people gathered around the dance floor; everyone forgot about drinking and chatting, their eyes fixed on Lei Jun.

Some couldn't help but shout along with the music, while others waved their arms; the atmosphere on the scene reached a fever pitch!

Lei Jun enjoyed herself more as she danced, the energy in her body seemingly finding an outlet. She could clearly feel the contraction and relaxation of her muscles and precisely control the strength and angle of every movement; this sense of control made her feel very comfortable.

She even intentionally sped up her movements, challenging a faster rhythm, yet her body remained effortlessly at ease.

Suddenly, she performed a spin followed by a backflip, landing steadily. The moment her silver hair whipped up, it coincided perfectly with the climax of the drum beat!

The scene instantly erupted into thunderous applause and cheers.

"Badass!"

"Goddess!"

"One more!"

Someone was so excited they jumped straight onto a table, waving their arms and shouting.

Two young men even knelt directly in Lei Jun's direction with their hands clasped, shouting, "Great master, take my knees!"

They were street dance enthusiasts and knew all too well how difficult Lei Jun's movements were; that wasn't a level one could reach through practice alone—it was a total crushing victory of both talent and physical capability.

Fine beads of sweat broke out on Lei Jun's forehead as she danced, her silver hair scattered across her cheeks, carrying a hint of wild beauty.

She felt her body heating up slightly, and this moderate fatigue felt very refreshing.

Glancing at the frenzied crowd around her, a smile curled on her lips as she stopped her movements.

The music gradually faded, and Lei Jun raised a hand to wipe her sweat before turning back toward the booth.

The shouting at the scene continued, everyone still wanting more, calling out for "one more song."

When Lei Jun returned to her seat, Lin Xiaoya immediately handed her water: "Sister Lei, you're just too amazing!"

"That dance... I have goosebumps!"

Lei Jun took a sip of water and nodded with satisfaction.

Refreshing!

Dancing with an enhanced body really was different—it was both satisfying and stress-relieving!

She smiled: "It was alright, quite interesting."

Su Qing handed over a tissue: "Miss Lei, you danced so well, we were all stunned."

Lei Jun wiped her sweat: "It's getting late, let's head back to the hotel. We have to get up early tomorrow to watch the flag-raising."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

When Lei Jun's group stood to leave, the people in the bar automatically cleared a path, their gazes filled with admiration and reluctance.

The photographer wanted to follow them, but was stopped by a look from Lei Ying, leaving him to regretfully watch their backs disappear out the door.

Once they sat in the car, the clamor of the bar was shut out.

Lei Jun leaned against the seat back, a smile still lingering on her lips.

The feeling of dancing just now was indeed good; she could try it again when she had the chance.

She took out her phone and checked the time; it was nearly midnight. She needed to rest quickly, or it would be a problem if she couldn't wake up tomorrow... At 4:00 AM the next morning, while it was still dark, Lei Ying punctually knocked on everyone's door.

When Lei Jun was woken up, she was still a bit sleepy. She let out a yawn, her first thought being, "I really want to sleep a bit longer."

But at the thought of going to see the Tiananmen flag-raising ceremony today, she instantly woke up.

This was a rare opportunity, and it was a system mission, so she had to go.

She suppressed her sleepiness, crawled out of her warm bed, and quickly dressed and washed up.

When Lin Xiaoya was woken up, she couldn't even open her eyes, asking dizzily, "Sister Lei, it's so early?"

But hearing that they were going to see the flag-raising, she was instantly energized and hurried to get ready.

Su Qing and Su Ya also finished washing up briskly. Lei Yue and Lei Cai had long been prepared, and the group soon set off for Tiananmen Square.

By the time the car drove into the city center, the sky was just beginning to lighten.

When they arrived at Tiananmen Square, it was only a bit past five, but the square was already packed with people.

Everyone was consciously lining up, their faces filled with expectant expressions.

Lei Jun's group found a spot near the front. Just as they stopped, the surrounding gazes converged on them.

It couldn't be helped; Lei Jun's silver hair was too eye-catching, and combined with her natural temperament, she seemed to carry her own spotlight even in a crowd.

The men around couldn't help but steal extra glances at her.

"This girl is too beautiful, that silver hair is so unique."

"Yeah, her vibe is incredible too, just like a celebrity."

Lei Jun didn't pay any mind to these gazes, her heart full of anticipation.

Although she had seen the flag-raising ceremony many times on TV, witnessing it with her own eyes was a first.

She looked up at the Tiananmen Gate Tower, feeling quite excited; this was the symbol of the motherland, a place countless people yearned for.

Lin Xiaoya leaned in and whispered, "Sister Lei, there are so many people!"

Lei Jun nodded: "Mhm, let's wait a bit more, it should be starting soon."

More and more people gathered, everyone talking in low voices, the atmosphere both lively and carrying a hint of solemnity.

Some held national flags, some held phones ready to take photos, and every face was filled with expectation.

An old man next to Lei Jun was tightly clutching a small national flag, his eyes full of gravity, murmuring softly, "I can finally see the flag-raising with my own eyes."

Seeing this scene, Lei Jun also felt quite touched.

The Tiananmen flag-raising ceremony held a special meaning for every Dragon Country person; it was a tribute to the motherland and an expression of national pride.

She straightened her back, her gaze fixed intently on the entrance to Tiananmen Square, for fear of missing any detail.