Chapter 24: Lunch Box
The first episode of the show had just aired, and because of Yu Weixi, it had been on the hot search for a long time, causing a bloody storm.
And the person involved… was not surprised, used to it.
The next day, Yu Weixi grabbed his jacket and went to work as usual—to continue recording All-Idol.
The “interviews” for all the contestants in the first episode of All-Idol were over. They had shown their respective talents and received their grade ratings. And for the next week, the content of the second episode would be singing and dancing training.
All-Idol would draft a musical script and let the contestants choose and compete for roles. Each episode’s performance segment would be voted on by the audience to determine the rankings. In other words, not only did they have to fight for roles with heavy screen time and high exposure, but more importantly, they had to choose a role that suited them. Otherwise, no matter how much exposure they got, it would be useless.
This week, everyone would first practice the musical’s group theme song together, so that the mentors could judge who was more suitable for roles with a greater emphasis on singing and dancing than acting. And the following week, everyone would undergo acting interviews and training.
And within these two weeks, every student had the right to sign up for rap class practice and interviews.
In other words, the rap mentor had no rest for two weeks, but his workload was not as much as the other teachers. And this week, the dance and singing mentors were busy, while the acting mentor was temporarily picking at his feet.
Feng Yan, who was picking at his feet, didn’t come to the recording. He probably went to promote his movie.
When Yu Weixi arrived at the academy and learned that Feng Yan hadn’t come, he pouted in dissatisfaction.
He had said he wanted to take a group photo, but Feng Yan wasn’t even here.
Yu Weixi stretched, loosened his muscles, and pushed open the door of the dance studio.
“Teacher!”
“The teacher is here!”
The moment Yu Weixi stepped into the dance studio, cheers erupted inside, as if it were Yu Weixi’s solo concert.
The students all liked Yu Weixi. Most of them liked him after being taught by him once.
After all, Yu Weixi was ruthless, precise, and efficient. But despite that, he didn’t look down on anyone in the slightest. No matter how bad a student was, they would never feel a hint of impatience or contempt from Yu Weixi.
Yu Weixi had a bad temper, but he never got angry when he was teaching.
“Let’s begin.”
Yu Weixi clapped his hands, signaling for everyone to start dancing.
He taught until nightfall.
“Where’s Xixi?”
After finishing his promotional event, Feng Yan returned to the academy to check. As a result, the staff told him that Yu Weixi was still teaching.
“Aren’t the students tired?” Feng Yan asked, “He’s been teaching all day, right?”
“Oh… it’s like this.” The staff explained, “Mr. Yu and Ms. Tian have been teaching all day, but some students can’t keep up, so Mr. Yu stayed behind to specifically teach those who want to learn but are not progressing well.”
Feng Yan frowned slightly.
There were many students, and each class had different training times so they could rest. But there were only two teachers. Had Yu Weixi been dancing all day, and was he still dancing now?
Feng Yan paused and asked his assistant to buy some food.
…
“Let’s take a break.”
In the dance studio, seeing that everyone was tired, Yu Weixi let the students rest for a moment.
The dance floor was covered in sweat, but no one minded the dirt.
Unlike what Feng Yan thought, Yu Weixi was actually not tired at all. At this moment, his face was just a little flushed, but he was still very energetic and full of vitality.
Yu Weixi sat down with everyone, forming a circle.
Everyone drank water and chatted. As they chatted, it turned into a game of truth or dare.
“Was Mr. Yu always like this?”
The bottle spun to Yu Weixi. One of the students asked curiously, “Was it as hard for Mr. Yu when he first started learning to dance as it is for us?”
The students in front of Yu Weixi were all sweating profusely, their bodies flushed, and even their speech was breathless.
“How could that be?” Another student smiled. “Mr. Yu is a genius.”
Yu Weixi raised an eyebrow. “I really rarely train.”
The students below immediately started to cheer.
“I’m so envious…”
“A talent like Mr. Yu… he really was born to dance!”
“Then does Mr. Yu practice every day?”
“No.”
“How long does Mr. Yu practice in a week?”
“I don’t know, it depends on my mood. Maybe a few hours.” Yu Weixi rested his chin on his hand and said nonchalantly, “If I’m tired, I’ll stop dancing.”
“Waaah—”
“It’s so unfair!”
“Mr. Yu is so amazing…”
“Pfft…”
Feng Yan was peeking from outside the door, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
This little friend Yu Weixi, what kind of genius persona is he trying to create?
Feng Yan had always believed that Yu Weixi was able to dance like this because of accumulated practice. He didn’t believe that Yu Weixi neglected practice in private.
However, looking at Yu Weixi like this, Feng Yan found him a little cute.
Like a little friend trying hard to prove something, practicing secretly but telling others that he was a genius.
Feng Yan shook his head and knocked gently on the door.
“Xixi.”
Yu Weixi turned his head and saw Feng Yan holding a bag of food, standing by the door with a gentle smile, looking at him.
“Wow…”
The other students immediately looked at the two of them with gossipy eyes.
“Yan-ge is so doting…” a student whispered to his companion. “He came specially to bring food, right? Yan-ge didn’t come to the recording today…”
Yu Weixi frowned slightly, got up, and went outside the dance studio to see Feng Yan.
“I brought you some food. I asked my assistant to buy some for the students, and they’ll be delivered all at once later.”
Feng Yan handed a steaming hot bag to Yu Weixi.
Yu Weixi was slightly taken aback.
“What’s wrong?” Feng Yan smiled. “What are you spacing out for?”
“I’m not eating.” Yu Weixi said coldly, “Give it to someone else.”
“You haven’t had dinner yet. It’s not good for your stomach.”
“I said I’m not eating.” Yu Weixi pointed to the trash can on the side. “Either give it to someone else or throw it away.”
Feng Yan frowned slightly.
“Xixi, this is delicious, and it’s not high in calories.”
“I said I’m not eating.” Yu Weixi turned to leave.
“Xixi.”
Feng Yan subconsciously grabbed Yu Weixi’s hand.
“What are you doing!” Yu Weixi quickly shook him off.
“You…” Feng Yan paused and said helplessly, “Why are you so sharp? I’m just trying to be nice to you.”
“Then don’t be nice to me.” Yu Weixi spread his hands. “It’s a waste of kindness anyway.”
With that, Yu Weixi directly took the bag, stepped on the lid of the trash can, and made a gesture as if he was about to throw the lunch box in.
Feng Yan: “…”
Feng Yan helplessly took it back, and only then did Yu Weixi turn and leave.
“Feng Yan bought dinner for everyone.” After returning to the dance studio, Yu Weixi said, “Everyone can eat and then go back to rest. Don’t over-practice and hurt your bodies.”
“Thank you, Mr. Yu!”
“Thank you, Mr. Feng!”
The students cheered and curiously looked at Yu Weixi’s hands.
Why isn’t he holding any food?
Yu Weixi didn’t care what the others were guessing. He just went to the dressing room to get ready to wash up and go home.
…
It was all a lie.
What genius, what no practice… In fact, he practiced harder than anyone else. He just didn’t want to be laughed at.
Yu Weixi had been practicing since he was a child. The years he practiced the hardest were in the dance troupe in the US.
If you couldn’t dance well, you had to leave. There weren’t that many opportunities or that many excuses.
The young boy practiced day and night in the dance studio. Most nights, he had no money to buy food, but he still had to practice.
One night, however, was a little different.
That day was Christmas. The young boy was practicing in the dance studio as usual. Everyone else had left to celebrate Christmas.
It was snowing outside, and people were coming and going. The city was filled with the Christmas atmosphere.
Yu Weixi heard a sound outside and went to open the door in confusion.
Then Yu Weixi saw a lunch box.
A steaming hot lunch box, with a note on the side:
—I’m the actor Feng Yan, who has been filming opposite your dance studio recently. I’ve been sending the food recently. Don’t throw it away anymore. Eat it.
Yu Weixi stared blankly at the bag placed by the door. After confirming the source of the food, he couldn’t care less and picked up the lunch box and wolfed it down.
It was snowing, and Santa Claus had come.
…
Slam!
Yu Weixi was staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, lost in thought, when the door was pushed open.
Feng Yan came in in a hurry.
“I thought about it, and I still think what you did was wrong.” Feng Yan said seriously, “Little friend, let’s talk!”
Yu Weixi: “…”
Yu Weixi: “????”
