Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me Chapter 309 : (Extra) Lang Yuxuan and Feng Jietang’s Side St

It sucked to love soone one-sidedly.

It especially sucked to love soone who was in love with soone else.

It sucked even more to have no one to confide in, and to have to bury his feelings inside.

Oh, well.

It wasn’t like he never suffered from a heartbreak before.

He might as well take Feng Jietang as a boyfriend he never had.

Their relationship would never work out in reality.

He simply had to erase Feng Jietang from his heart.

Fortunately, he did not have other collaborative projects with Feng Jietang, so that should be doable.

And yet, true to the idiom, "The road between sworn enemies was narrow", Lang Yuxuan just had to run into Feng Jietang again.

And this ti around, it was Feng Jietang who personally sought him out.

The man showed up in front of his apartnt building one late evening.

With tousled hair, tinted glasses, and a head-to-toe black ensemble, he cut the figure of a gang leader.

If Lang Yuxuan did not recognize him, he might turn on his heel and run away on the spot.

"Yo, Lang Yuxuan, I need your help," Feng Jietang said after lowering his glasses and peering at Lang Yuxuan from above the rims.

"No," Lang Yuxuan ruthlessly said in reply before he marched away.

Feng Jietang, who was not used to being rejected like that, especially by a junior, was visibly taken aback.

How brazen!

How impolite!

"What? Hey! I haven’t even told you what it’s about!" He cried out.

It was sadly insufficient to make Lang Yuxuan stop walking toward his apartnt.

At the very least, he deigned to give Feng Jietang another snippy answer.

"Whatever it is, I am not interested. Good night, Senior Feng."

The address gave Feng Jietang serious goosebumps, but he still chased after Lang Yuxuan relentlessly.

"Don’t call Senior Feng. It sounds so weird."

"Everyone calls you that."

"Just call Feng Jietang, like you always do."

"I refuse. Good night, Senior Feng."

"Lang Yuxuan!!!"

A sudden pull sent Lang Yuxuan reeling backward, colliding with Feng Jietang’s body.

"..."

"I just need a teeny tiny little favor from you. At the very least, give so face and listen to what I have to say!"

This idiot.

Lang Yuxuan elbowed Feng Jietang in the ribs, prompting the latter to grunt from pain and release him. Afterward, he turned around, folded his arms before his chest, and shot Feng Jietang a glare.

"Speak," he harshly spoke. "What do you need?"

"It’s like this... My elder brother abruptly arranged for to join a traditional Chinese group dance for the upcoming New Year’s Gala. I rember that you were quite good in this... Can you teach ?"

"... Is there no better teacher to teach you in this entire universe?"

"Of course there is, but I have an image to maintain here. I don’t want to embarrass myself unnecessarily in front of a stranger!"

Lang Yuxuan slowly took a deep breath.

As far as he recalled, Shen Jingwei was not necessarily a bad dancer himself.

In fact, he had to perform a manly sword dance because he was pretending to be an alpha in the drama.

But again, Shen Jingwei was married.

Yan Renzhong might personally co to snap Feng Jietang’s neck into two if the latter dared getting too close to his husband.

"Okay," Lang Yuxuan agreed with a sigh. "Show the choreography."

The two n t up every day for three hours for the consecutive seven days.

Lang Yuxuan gave Feng Jietang a crash course in traditional Chinese dance moves before moving onto more advanced lessons.

They also watched several videos on Weibo to further improve Feng Jietang’s dance skills.

On the last day, Feng Jietang brought his dance costu to show off to Lang Yuxuan.

"Ta-da!!"

"Oh, look at that."

Lang Yuxuan reached out and inspected the costu. The crimson silk robe shimred with a captivating luster. Its smooth, opulent fabric was adorned with intricate golden embroidery that graced the sleeves and hem.

"We are also required to wear this inner robe," Feng Jietang explained. "And these many accessories..."

"Hmm..."

Lang Yuxuan rubbed at his chin in contemplation.

"Do you want try dancing in the costu? I can record you."

"Actually, I would like you to dance in the costu so I can record you," Feng Jietang said in return.

This request ca out of nowhere, stunning Lang Yuxuan to no end.

"What? Why?"

"Because we won’t et up after today," Feng Jietang explained. "I need to join a dance bootcamp tomorrow in preparation of the Gala. It will help a lot if I can watch your dancing video from ti to ti when I encounter difficulties."

"...."

Feng Jietang asked for a lot, didn’t he?

Lang Yuxuan hung his head in dejection.

"Fine," he ground out. "I will do it."

Lang Yuxuan was one head shorter than Feng Jietang, so the costu understandably was too long for him. It dragged behind him like a pesky tail.

Lang Yuxuan was not sure if Feng Jietang managed to capture a good video of him dancing, but Feng Jietang did not say anything before and after.

In fact, he had been staring at Lang Yuxuan the entire ti. His facial expression was a mixture of awe and disbelief, much like a child who received his first candy.

What a weirdo. Did he look so ridiculous in this costu? Lang Yuxuan bit into his lower lip. He began to regret agreeing to this arrangent.

His regret was further amplified when he watched the New Year’s Gala on television on the first day of the New Year.

The show featured bloopers from the dance bootcamp, where the dancers, supposedly starting from scratch, were guided step-by-step until they were able to deliver a worthy performance at the gala.

That being said, what was the use of having Lang Yuxuan tutor Feng Jietang for an entire week?

It was the New Year’s and Feng Jietang was already making a fool out of him!

As Lang Yuxuan simred in rage, a phone call from said ruffian arrived.

"Hey," the shaless man said. "Can you co down? I am in front of your apartnt."