This arcade was supposed to be his turf. How could he have been beaten by a girl?

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

He had been practicing a new song on the dance machine recently. This song had just been added to the dance machine's Library, and because it was extremely difficult and new, almost no one had danced to it yet.

Devin forced a smile and asked, “Hey, how about we have a little competition?"

It wasn't uncommon for people to compete on the dance machine. Devin started to take this girl seriously. "It's your first time here, right? You're a natural. I'm usually the best around here. My friends here call me the dance king."