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."

He figured that Maria's interest would be piqued if he mentioned that he was "the dance king".

However, she didn't even look at him.

Instead, Maria stepped off the dance machine and strode over to Anthony.

"Did I do well?"

Yes." Anthony nodded in amusement. "You Looked good up there."

Was he talking about her dance or herself? His answer was very vague, yet there was a certain warmth to his tone.

Maria felt her cheeks turn red. She didn't know if it was because of the dancing or the ambiguous meaning in Anthony‘s words just now.

She averted her gaze and asked somewhat shyly, “Have you tried the dance machine before? How about we dance together?”

As soon as she asked this, Maria bit her lip worriedly. Anthony had spent most of his time pretending to be disabled and sat in a wheelchair all day. What if he wasn't good at dancing?

Fortunately, Anthony didn't let her down.

“Sounds fun. Choose a song for us."

Hearing this, Maria's eyes lit up and she couldn't help but smile. "Oh, my God! She looks even more beautiful when she smiles!" someone from the crowd exclaimed.

The smile on Maria's face instantly disappeared as soon as she heard this.

Without saying another word, she turned around and slipped the coins into the slot.

Everyone around was looking forward to seeing her beautiful dance again, so nobody scrambled for the machine.

Only Devin, who had been completely ignored just now, trembled with anger. His cheeks still burned from the embarrassment of being defeated by a woman,

He muttered loudly, "This man doesn't Look like he comes to the arcade that often. Why's he pretending to be good? He'll probably be embarrassed once he makes a mistake."

The onlookers nodded in agreement, thinking that Devin's analysis was reasonable.

The dance machine was a game that required its players to dance in front of so many people. Naturally, if someone fumbled, it would be embarrassing.