Qiu Jianlun met Wen Zhecheng’s gaze and remained silent for a while.
In the end, he stepped aside and said, “I won’t disturb you.”

Wen Zhecheng nodded at him and pulled Rong Yuheng along to leave.

Just as they reached the doorway, they suddenly heard a meaningful voice from behind, light and airy.
It was Qiu Jianlun’s voice, “Seems like Young Master Rong has quite a few brothers on the road.”

Rong Yuheng “…”

That old dog Qiu Jianlun bit him before leaving!

Wen Zhecheng’s steps faltered slightly, but he didn’t stop.
He simply walked out with Rong Yuheng.

Once they were walking side by side in the corridor, Wen Zhecheng glanced at Rong Yuheng with a heavy gaze.
“A brother on the road again?”

Rong Yuheng shyly lowered his head, pretending to be oblivious as he fiddled with his fingers.

Wen Zhecheng could tell that this person had an ostrich-like nature.
Whenever he encountered a problem he didn’t want to face, he would bury his head in the sand, unaware of how high his butt was sticking out.

He really needed to be disciplined.

Rong Yuheng didn’t speak, and Wen Zhecheng didn’t pursue the matter further.
Instead, it was Rong Yuheng who couldn’t withstand the silence and opened his mouth foolishly.

“Teacher Wen, why are you here?”

Wen Zhecheng replied, “I just arrived and ran into Zhou Shubai.
He asked me to come to the rest area and take a look.”

Rong Yuheng nodded.

It seemed that after Zhou Shubai was taken away, he realized he had been deceived.
Fortunately, he wasn’t too foolish and knew to seek external help to support his feeble egg-peeler.

“Thank you, Teacher Wen.”

Wen Zhecheng simply responded with a “Hmm” and said, “You should rest in your dormitory for a while.
I have classes in the afternoon.”

“I’ll go to the production team first and get some medicine.
I bumped my shoulder just now.” Mainly because he used too much force when pushing Qiu Jianlun away.
It was probably bruised.

Rong Yuheng casually mentioned it, but Wen Zhecheng was momentarily stunned.
He turned his head and looked at Rong Yuheng’s shoulder.
“Where did you get hurt?”

Rong Yuheng pointed to his own shoulder.
“Here, it hurts a lot.” He turned his head slightly towards Wen Zhecheng, his peach blossom eyes slightly arched as he smiled and asked, “Teacher Wen, Why don’t you help me apply some medicine?”


Wen Zhecheng’s mind went blank for a moment.

His heart suddenly raced, and he averted his gaze, unable to contain the turbulence in his chest.

Trying to calm himself down, he was about to say, “Sure, I can help,” when he heard Rong Yuheng’s cheerful and lively laughter, resembling a hamster happily nibbling on food, slipping out of his mouth.
“Kekekeke… I was just kidding!”

Wen Zhecheng, “…”

Damn it!

Rong Yuheng went to the production team to get some medicine and returned to the dormitory after applying it himself.
The whole process was seamless, leaving no room for Wen Zhecheng.

As soon as he returned to the dormitory, his roommates crowded around him.
“Are you okay? What happened?”

… For a moment, Rong Yuheng felt like he was a journalist returning from a war zone.

Zhou Shubai’s eyes were filled with guilt, and for once, he wasn’t being stubborn.
“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.
Are you okay?”

Rong Yuheng rubbed his head.
“You’re not at fault, and I’m fine.”

“Then what about my brother–“

“He asked me to take good care of you.”

Zhou Shubai clearly didn’t believe it, but since Rong Yuheng’s lips were sealed and he didn’t want to say anything, he had no choice but to let it go.

“Then let me treat you to some Georgian cuisine…”

Rong Yuheng’s chest tightened, and he waved his hands repeatedly.
“No, thank you, no thank you…”

It was already past the halfway point of the lunch break, and after a short rest, they were about to go out for class.

Coincidentally, Rong Yuheng had dance class in the afternoon, and since Wen Zhecheng had come today, it meant that he would be substituting for Ke Ting’s class.

As they walked into the classroom, Rong Yuheng spotted Wen Zhecheng not far away and greeted him enthusiastically.
“Hello, Teacher Wen!”

Wen Zhecheng glanced at him expressionlessly.

Rong Yuheng didn’t notice the subtle mood from the other person and thought that he was just accustomed to Wen Zhecheng’s usual coldness.
After greeting him, he turned around and started playing with the other students.

Wen Zhecheng had initially hoped that Rong Yuheng would come and comfort him, but…

Huang Jianing had just entered the classroom and saw Wen Zhecheng’s icy expression, as if he had turned into a block of ice.
He abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Then he followed Wen Zhecheng’s gaze and almost instantly locked onto Rong Yuheng, who was gleefully enjoying himself in the crowd, looking like a little fool.

… Alright, the source of all evil had been found.

Huang Jianing was a little apprehensive of Wen Zhecheng, so he quickly rushed over and pulled Rong Yuheng out of the crowd, taking him to the side and asking in a low voice, “Did you offend Teacher Wen?”

Rong Yuheng was taken aback by the question.
“No.” Wen Zhecheng had kindly come to rescue him at noon.

Huang Jianing said, “Oh, then maybe I’m overthinking it.”

Rong Yuheng wholeheartedly agreed.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re definitely overthinking it!”

After chatting for a while, it was time to start class.

Although Wen Zhecheng was a big shot in the film and television industry, he had won several dance awards since his child star days and had never given up dancing even when he entered the entertainment industry.
In terms of professionalism, he was no less competent than Ke Ting.

He started by teaching some movements and techniques, then selected a few students to demonstrate, and finally let the students practice on their own while he provided corrections and guidance.

Huang Jianing pulled Rong Yuheng to practice together, knowing that his foundation was a bit weaker.
However, for some reason, he seemed to be struggling more than usual today.

“Yuheng, what’s wrong? Your hand movements aren’t accurate at all.”

Not wanting to make a fuss about his injury, Rong Yuheng simply shook his head.
“I didn’t get enough rest.
I’m not in a good state.”

Huang Jianing firmly held onto his shoulder and said seriously, “That won’t do.
The second round is coming up soon.
Pull yourself together!” He then created some distance and personally demonstrated, saying, “See that? Your upper arms need to exert force, otherwise, it’ll look flimsy.”

Rong Yuheng felt like crying but had no tears.
Huang Jianing was teaching so earnestly that he couldn’t bring himself to refuse anymore!

Just as he was hesitating to raise his hand, he heard Wen Zhecheng call out, “Huang Jianing, come here and dance a piece for me to see.”

“Oh!” Huang Jianing turned his head and responded, then instructed Rong Yuheng, “I’ll go first.
Practice well on your own!”

Rong Yuheng watched as Huang Jianing hurriedly ran away and breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he looked at Wen Zhecheng, who seemed to have glanced in his direction.

Regardless of whether it was intentional or unintentional, Rong Yuheng sent a flower to Wen Zhecheng from a distance to express his gratitude amidst the noisy crowd.

Wen Zhecheng almost couldn’t maintain his expression—

Flowers bloom when intended, and willows grow when unintended!

Due to his shoulder injury, Rong Yuheng spent most of the remaining time swimming, or indulging in a few easy dances.
It was as if he had created a barrier around him, impervious to any criticism.

Several nearby students couldn’t help but stop in the middle of their dance routines and appreciate Rong Yuheng’s easygoing dances.

“Hahaha, what is this? It’s actually quite cute?”

Rong Yuheng had a tall and slender figure, with distinct bone structure.
Even when dancing these casual dances, his movements were clean and sharp, devoid of any feminine touch, exuding a refreshing youthful vibe.

He danced and said, “It’s a casual dance, come join me!”

Everyone replied, “No, no, no…”

Rong Yuheng felt a little disappointed.
“If none of you want to dance with me, forget it.
I’ll invite Yi Ge to dance with me next time.
He’s willing to do anything with me.”

The image of Zou Yi, with his robust physique, dancing a casual dance, couldn’t be contained, and everyone burst into laughter like a steam engine.


Finally, the commotion caught Wen Zhecheng’s attention.
Coincidentally, he was also feeling a bit itchy, so he took the opportunity to approach and asked, “What are you doing?”

Seeing Wen Zhecheng approach, the students made space for him.
Rong Yuheng twisted around halfway and saw Wen Zhecheng but didn’t stop.
Instead, he asked with excitement, “Teacher Wen, do you know what this is?”

Wen Zhecheng said, “I heard it’s a casual dance.”

Rong Yuheng asked, “What do you think of it?”

Wen Zhecheng replied, “What do you mean?”

Rong Yuheng asked, “Is it cute?”

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding students became excited and erupted into laughter.
Taking advantage of the crowd, they gathered the courage to pester Wen Zhecheng.

“Wen Teacher, do you think it’s cute?”

“Wen Teacher, isn’t Xiao Rong cute?”

Huang Jianing also joined in the fun, serving as a cheerful echo.
He truly admired Rong Yuheng.

He thought that only Rong Yuheng would dare to tease Wen Zhecheng like this, constantly poking fun at him.
And the tiger seemed to enjoy being teased, with a comfortable expression on its face.

Surprisingly, amidst the laughter, Wen Zhecheng felt somewhat at a loss.
Ever since Rong Yuheng had touched his soft spot and sense of humor, he seemed to have lowered his guard against the former.

Cuteness is truly adorable, Wen Zhecheng thought.

Rong Yuheng continued to ask, “Wen Teacher, why aren’t you saying anything?”

The students watching the spectacle beside them were almost laughing their faces off.
They were all energetic young men in their twenties, full of vitality, and loved gossip and excitement.
After suppressing themselves for so long, they suddenly found an opportunity to play around, and a surge of excitement overwhelmed them.
Adrenaline surged, and their hearts pounded uncontrollably.

Pressured by the situation, Wen Zhecheng glanced at Rong Yuheng.
The latter danced cheerfully, with the wide hem of his clothes lifted high, revealing his flexible waist.
The pale, tender skin extended upwards, forming a beautiful arc on his side.

His eyes flashed, and he pursed his lips.
“It’s fine.”

Rong Yuheng’s disappointment dissipated, but he had incredibly thick skin.
Dissatisfied, he asked, “Just fine?”

Wen Zhecheng’s heart skipped a beat, and the words of compensation slipped out of his mouth.

“…Then a bit more than just fine.”

Everyone fell silent for a second, and then…

“What?! Wait! What did Wen Teacher just say?”

“Oh my god.”

Wen Zhecheng realized his slip of the tongue.

He quickly raised his gaze and coincidentally saw the clock on the classroom wall indicating the end of class.
His expression instantly became serious as he stiffly said, “Class dismissed.”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the classroom exit.

Behind him, the students called out affectionately,

“Hey, is Wen Teacher feeling embarrassed after praising someone?”

“Wen Teacher, don’t leave.
Clarify how much ‘a bit more’ is!”

Without looking back, Wen Zhecheng exited the classroom and closed the door with a loud “bang,” shutting out the uproarious laughter behind him.

He was the only one left in the corridor.
He walked quickly towards the stairwell, the wind brushing against his face from the side, and he belatedly felt a burning sensation on his cheeks.

What did I just say?

No matter how he listened to that sentence, it sounded like he was teasing him!


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