The ice rink, such a place, seems that Guo Xihao has never been here.

in the dark environment, there is a deafening sound of subwoofer. In a hall decorated with wooden floor, more than a dozen men and women dressed in fashion, with fluorescent strips on their feet and heads, are laughing and rowing with pulley shoes in this meeting place, chasing, laughing and playing.

standing on the edge of the venue, watching the men and women here, a dozen men pull into a line, flirting with the girl who just stepped on the pulley yard.

there are also some men who can be regarded as the best here. They...