After Secretly Having the Film Emperor’s Child 29

Chapter 29: Scummy Couple in Broad Daylight

The entire venue was cheering. Everyone was shouting “Compete! Compete!” as if they were possessed.

After Lu Jiayan shouted “Begin,” Yu Weixi and Feng Yan both exerted their strength. Their gloved hands turned red from gripping the rope, and both of them lowered their stances.

For a moment, they were evenly matched.

“Go, Mr. Yu!!”

“Go, Xixi! Go!”

“Go, Mr. Feng!!”

The two of them moved back and forth, making everyone nervous.

Yu Weixi was really struggling and having a hard time. His whole body was about to float up, and his cheeks and palms were flushed. As for Feng Yan, it was unknown if he was pretending or not, but he looked quite relaxed.

Yu Weixi gritted his teeth and increased his strength, but he was still slowly dragged forward.

“Go! Go!!”

Swoosh—

Feng Yan took a deep breath, and with a burst of strength, he directly pulled Yu Weixi over the red line, ending the competition.

Because it was too sudden, Yu Weixi’s whole body rushed forward, almost losing his balance. Feng Yan quickly reached out and wrapped his arm around Yu Weixi’s waist.

Feng Yan was a head taller than Yu Weixi. After he supported him with one hand, Yu Weixi’s head rested on Feng Yan’s shoulder.

Then the whole venue went crazy with whistles and screams.

Yu Weixi’s face was already red from the exercise, so nothing could be seen now.

Feng Yan looked down and smiled.

“Do you admit defeat?”

“Did you go easy on me at the beginning?” Yu Weixi bared his teeth and whispered, “Are you looking down on me?”

“No, no, I just didn’t dare to underestimate my opponent.”

The two quickly whispered a few words, then Yu Weixi stood up straight and said coolly, “I didn’t expect Film Emperor Feng’s waist to still be usable at his age. He’s truly old but vigorous.”

“Sigh, Xixi is so young, but his lower body is unstable. He still needs to exercise more.”

Afterward, the mentors and students were divided into teams to compete. There were also competitions between students for snacks. The mountain area was filled with laughter, and the atmosphere was hyped up.

And there was an interlude in the middle. According to the groupings, Yu Weixi and Tian Yawei were teamed up to compete in a tug-of-war against the rap group’s mentors. Tian Yawei’s foot slipped, and she almost rolled down the small hill. Yu Weixi, who was behind her, reacted quickly and immediately grabbed her with one hand, but he also sprained his waist because of it.

However, after feeling the momentary pain, Yu Weixi didn’t show it and continued the competition as if nothing had happened.

Yu Weixi didn’t want to lose face in front of the camera.

By the time everyone had finished the games, it was already evening. Then it was time for dinner.

The students had to follow the outdoor instructor to collect ingredients and cook. The mentors were temporarily free. After returning to the tent, Yu Weixi took out his small speaker as usual. After confirming that the volume was low enough that only he could vaguely hear it, he placed it in a corner of the tent.

Then Yu Weixi started to practice dancing.

“Wow.”

The moment Feng Yan opened the curtain, he saw Yu Weixi dancing in the tent, just in the middle of a hip thrust. He was immediately stunned.

For a moment, Feng Yan thought he had opened it the wrong way.

Yu Weixi was startled and stopped his movements, frowning. “Didn’t you go up the mountain with Mr. Liu?!”

“Later, Mr. Liu sent me back.” Feng Yan spread his hands. “He said the mentors have a special activity tomorrow, so I should save my energy.”

In any case, the production team, if nothing else, was first-rate in taking care of the safety of the big-shot mentors. Their desire to survive was almost bursting out of the screen. After all, behind Yu Weixi was a huge and crazy fanbase that made up half of the entertainment industry, and Feng Yan was a well-established Film Emperor with a good reputation.

Feng Yan blinked. “I didn’t expect to see you practicing secretly when I came back.”

Yu Weixi was caught red-handed and became angry from embarrassment. “I just happened to, occasionally listen to a song and move a little to get the feel!”

“Yes, yes, Mr. Yu is a genius who has never practiced. A born dancer doesn’t need to practice for several hours ‘every’ night.”

“I don’t practice every night!” Yu Weixi was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

The more excited Yu Weixi got, the more Feng Yan liked to tease him. He continued coolly, “I know, I know. That song is just something Mr. Yu listens to at night, leisurely listening to music while holding a bag of potato chips.”

Feng Yan’s and Yu Weixi’s balconies were very close, and there was only an empty apartment between them.

Yu Weixi’s practice room happened to be next to the balcony, and Yu Weixi liked to keep the windows open, making it a little more artistic with the evening breeze and the stars.

He hadn’t expected to be with Feng Yan as well.

Yu Weixi felt very frustrated.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your genius persona is still intact.” Feng Yan put his index finger to his lips and blinked.

Yu Weixi gritted his teeth and pounced on Feng Yan to beat him up.

“Oof…!”

As a result, the moment Yu Weixi raised his hand, he felt a tearing pain in his waist and couldn’t help but kneel down.

“…”

Everything happened so fast that Feng Yan didn’t even have time to react and help him up. He just saw Yu Weixi “thump!” and kneel in front of him.

“You don’t have to be so formal, do you???” Feng Yan was shocked and said dumbfounded, “What is this, a gift from a thousand miles away?”

Yu Weixi knelt on the ground, his hand subconsciously pressing on his waist, temporarily unable to retort.

Seeing that something was wrong, Feng Yan immediately squatted down behind Yu Weixi and gently held his shoulders to let him lean against him.

“Be careful, don’t move for now.” Feng Yan could see that Yu Weixi had injured his waist. His father had told him about it before, so he knew a little. He said that most dancers would more or less have some physical problems, and this was unavoidable.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yu Weixi’s forehead. He leaned against Feng Yan and waited for the pain to subside.

Feng Yan’s one-knee kneeling posture was just right, allowing Yu Weixi to lean against his leg comfortably, but it wasn’t a very ambiguous posture, so it wouldn’t make him resist.

“Should I rub it for you? It will go away faster?” Feng Yan said gently, “I’ll be very gentle.”

Yu Weixi said, “Can you?”

Full of doubt.

Feng Yan smiled. “Trust me. My father taught me after I fell off a horse while filming before. I rubbed it myself. You see, I can still beat you in a tug-of-war now.”

Yu Weixi frowned and reluctantly nodded.

…

Chu Qing was about to go back to the tent to rest. As a result, the moment he walked outside the door, he heard a cry of surprise from inside.

“Ah…! Be gentle! Are your hands made of sandpaper?!”

“Alright, alright, gentle, gentle.”

“Hiss… are you any good at this? Do you really know how?”

“You’ll know in a moment if I’m any good, won’t you?”

Chu Qing: “…”

Fuck!

In broad daylight!

Scummy couple!!

Chu Qing’s face was as red as a boiled shrimp. He covered his face and quickly ran to Lu Jiayan’s tent to take refuge, and decided not to come back tonight.

In the tent, Yu Weixi was already lying down, propped on his soft and thick sleeping bag.

Yu Weixi’s clothes were lifted up, revealing his fair waist. Feng Yan was helping him rub it with medicinal wine.

Yu Weixi only felt that Feng Yan’s hands were very rough, but they were cool after applying the medicinal wine.

“It will be better after rubbing for a while longer.” Feng Yan slowly increased the pressure after Yu Weixi got used to it.

When he rubbed the middle part, Yu Weixi’s two hands tightly gripped the sleeping bag.

Feng Yan said with some heartache, “When did you get it?”

“The tug-of-war, I guess…”

Feng Yan also remembered. At that time, Tian Yawei had almost slipped down the hill. Yu Weixi had directly bent down and grabbed her, and was almost dragged down along with her.

“You got injured during the tug-of-war?!”

Yu Weixi said angrily, “What else? Should I have let a girl roll down? She could have ended up in the hospital.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about you, you kid. Why did you still practice with an injured waist? Little genius, how long have you been practicing? Since you came back to the tent until now?!” Feng Yan’s tone was a little stern, making Yu Weixi subconsciously shrink his head.

Then Yu Weixi roared back even more fiercely, “What’s it to you! I’ve always been like this and I’m still alive, aren’t I?”

Accidents would always happen during high-intensity practice and performances. If he stopped just because of an injury, his body would more or less become rusty, and Yu Weixi couldn’t stand that.

In fact, the reason his waist was injured so badly just from pulling someone was because of years of accumulated injuries.

Feng Yan said sternly, “You’re so young, why do you always torture yourself like this? The most important things for dancing are health, stamina, and your body. You don’t eat properly, and you always torture your body like this. Can’t you take better care of yourself? What? Do you want to be covered in injuries and unable to dance by the time you’re thirty?”

“It’s none of your business!” Yu Weixi bared his teeth. “Even if I die tomorrow, it has nothing to do with… Oof!”

Feng Yan took this opportunity to increase the pressure. With a forceful press of his hand, Yu Weixi’s head immediately drooped, buried in his arms, and a layer of fine sweat broke out.

“Little friend, don’t talk nonsense.”

“Feng Yan, you old dog B…” Yu Weixi gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, “When my waist is better, I’ll come for your dog life…”

Feng Yan chuckled, his gaze shifting to Yu Weixi’s face, and was slightly taken aback.

Yu Weixi slightly raised his head to curse him. His face, buried in his arms, was flushed. A few physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes due to the pain, and his hair was stuck to his cheeks and forehead because of the fine sweat.

Looking at him…

It was a little bit of that flavor.

Feng Yan’s hand suddenly stiffened a little, and looking at that firm waist, he also felt a little distracted.

Fortunately, the medicinal wine was quickly applied. Feng Yan cleared his throat, wiped his hands, and helped Yu Weixi pull his clothes down.

“Alright.”

Feng Yan used the hand that hadn’t touched the medicinal wine to ruffle Yu Weixi’s hair. “No more practicing tonight. If you practice again, I’ll have to hit you.”

“You can’t control me.”

“I can.”

Yu Weixi glared. “I have class tonight!”

“Cancel it.”

Yu Weixi: “????”

Yu Weixi: “Are you crazy? Is your brain broken?”

“You’re the one with a broken brain. It’s so serious, and you still want to endure it and go dance, worsening the injury?” Feng Yan said coldly, “I’ll go and tell Lu Jiayan later to let you rest for a night. The class can be rescheduled anyway.”

Yu Weixi lay on his stomach, looking at Feng Yan with a murderous gaze.

But in any case, in the end, Yu Weixi still didn’t go.

After dinner, Feng Yan went to find Lu Jiayan and said that Yu Weixi had injured his waist and couldn’t attend class tonight.

Considering Yu Weixi’s fragile little self-esteem, Feng Yan said helplessly, “But please, Mr. Lu, just reschedule the class. Don’t say that Xixi’s waist is injured.”

“Okay, no problem. I’ll keep it a secret.” Lu Jiayan didn’t think much of it. But after the scene outside the tent, Chu Qing, who was standing on the side, couldn’t help but look at Feng Yan with a strange and subtle expression.

Waist… injured?

Hmm?

“What’s wrong?” Feng Yan turned to look at Chu Qing.

“No, no, no, no, no, nothing!!!” Chu Qing didn’t want to know at all. He didn’t want to be silenced at all.

Feng Yan smiled and was about to leave when he saw a student running over in a hurry.

“Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu…!”

“What’s wrong?” Lu Jiayan smiled. “Why are you in such a hurry?”

“Mr. Yu and Mr. Luo are arguing by the river!”

Feng Yan and Lu Jiayan were both taken aback.