Chapter 13: Dance of Despair
Infant shark doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Infant shark doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Infant Shark
Mother Shark shark shark shark
The bright, cheerful pop song for children filled the air, and the young boy wearing black clothing with his face painted white began doing a childish dance that kindergarteners would do with a serious expression.
Pretending to swim like a shark with his hands on his head, using his hands like fins, spinning around, and hopping.
It was clearly childish choreography that belonged in a preschool.
In fact, Selena had definitely seen her three-year-old niece try to imitate this dance thousands of times at this point and even present it at the preschool talent show with the rest of her toddler classmates.
The issue was...that her three-year-old niece was actually performing the dance better than the young man in front of her!
His legs kept getting tangled, he almost tripped on air three times, and he was as flexible as an iron pole in Antarctica—completely rigid and looking as if he would snap.
For a few seconds, Selena thought this was a humiliation dare the kid had been put up to, but he seemed serious.