My Romance With The Cold-Blooded Heartthrob - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In the center of the playground, the speakers had already been set up. People had arrived early to sit and wait. Pei Xian spotted a central position at a glance and ran over, panting, to claim a seat.

There were likely Jiang Jue’s fans nearby; they were collectively studying what a “fancam” (zhi-pai) was, getting more excited as they spoke. Their voices were so loud that even Pei Xian, sitting next to them, could hear clearly.

Of course we have to film a fancam! Tonight he doesn’t just have a solo; there’s a group dance too.

Besides, recording a fancam is different it’s a total fan-attractor. Remember, just keep the camera locked on him.

Following that, they began sharing tips. Pei Xian silently edged a bit closer. If he could film a good fancam, maybe he could present it to Wen Shu like a treasure.

Meanwhile, inside the dressing room, Wen Shu had his eyes closed. Is it done? The flying powder from the makeup puff hit his cheeks, making him wrinkle his nose.

Hold still! Applying another layer of blush will give it more ‘vibe’!

Alright, you can open your eyes now.

Wen Shu opened his eyes, blinking a few times due to the discomfort of the contact lenses. A few stray tears escaped, clinging to his eyelashes. His naturally drooping puppy eyes, now defined with eyeliner, looked even more pitiful. His white shirt was cleverly designed long on the sides but hollowed out in the middle. With every movement, his exposed waist and abdomen were visible. The pink-gold hair made his fair skin look even whiter. His slim-fit black trousers outlined his long legs, with several rips at the thighs revealing patches of pale skin.

A girl stepped forward and unbuttoned a few more buttons on Wen Shu’s shirt. Perfect!

Jiang Jue walked over, dressed in a sharp black outfit. He couldn’t help but ask, Isn’t this a bit too flashy?

Exactly, we’re doing a boy group dance, after all,” another guy dressed in all-black added. But after glancing at Wen Shu, his face turned red. He shifted his gaze away and said, trying to cover his tracks, “But it works perfectly for the center position.

Go away, go away! Several girls stood protectively in front of Wen Shu, looking resentful. “What do you straight guys know about aesthetics?”

Jiang Jue, we didn’t stop you from wearing that all-black outfit. We finally managed to persuade Wen Shu, so don’t hold us back.

Jiang Jue nodded and raised his hands in surrender. Got it. Let’s go, it’s about to start.

As the group walked toward the sound technicians in the center of the playground, a wave of gasps erupted. A layer of people had already surrounded the area.

Pei Xian had arrived very early. Surrounded by the crowded masses, his nicotine craving hit, and he couldn’t help but fiddle with a cigarette in his hand. But the moment Wen Shu appeared, forget the cigarette—his mind went completely blank. He could do nothing but stare straight at Wen Shu.

In the center, everyone was wearing hats, but Pei Xian recognized Wen Shu instantly. He saw the color at the tips of his hair—it was pink. As the music played and the lights came on, everyone tossed their hats aside simultaneously. Wen Shu’s pink hair immediately drew every eye.

Someone even failed to control their volume and shouted, Pink hair?!

As the music played, Wen Shu began to dance. Pei Xian didn’t dare to blink, his eyes locked onto Wen Shu.

His lean waist was wrapped in the white shirt, but the backlighting made it visible in full detail. Pei Xian looked and made a silent estimation, thinking his hands could probably just fit around it. Because of the blush, Wen Shu’s already flushed face looked incredibly sultry (se-qi). When Wen Shu looked down toward him, Pei Xian’s throat tightened. When Wen Shu lifted his head, droplets of sweat flew through the air.

The music stopped abruptly, and the lights dimmed. In an instant, they flashed back on. Wen Shu was now standing in the center. He turned sharply and opened his eyes; only then did Pei Xian realize his eyes looked different than usual they made him feel lightheaded.

Before he could react, the crowd let out a gasp. The group performed a coordinated hip-thrust. Because the movement wasn’t exaggerated and was paired with the dim lighting, it didn’t feel over-the-top, but Wen Shu’s pink hair made him stand out exceptionally. His hazy gaze seemed to lock eyes with Pei Xian for a moment.

Because Pei Xian was sitting in the front row, he could actually feel the heat and the spray of sweat from Wen Shu. At this moment, he felt incredibly lucky that he hadn’t gone off to ride his bike.

The formation changed again. Three people shook their shoulders in the middle. Usually, Wen Shu’s gaze was distant and cold, but because of the contact lenses, his eyes looked watery and misty now, as if he were acting spoiled.

The girl who had originally shouted about filming a Jiang Jue fancam found her phone drifting toward the side. She couldn’t help but mutter, This fancam is definitely a ‘God of Beauty’ descent.

Hearing this, Pei Xian remembered the fancam. He raised his phone and followed Wen Shu’s movements steadily.

Due to the zoom of the lens, every detail was captured. Wen Shu’s loose collar fell open from time to time due to the dance moves. Like a scoundrel, Pei Xian couldn’t help but stare, even secretly hoping the remaining buttons would burst under the intensity of Wen Shu’s movements.

The heavens granted his wish—at a beat of the drum, the group moved forward together. Wen Shu spun into the center position and pulled the zipper at the side of his shirt, revealing his firm abs. They all bit down on the straps of their outfits simultaneously.

Ahhh!. The audience erupted in a long, piercing scream.

Pei Xian watched Wen Shu, who was exceptionally close to him. The distance was so small that if he just reached out, he could touch Wen Shu’s steaming abs, which were currently dripping with sultry sweat.

He felt a coolness under his nose. He reached up to find that he had a nosebleed. Panicked, he pulled out a tissue to wipe it, but his eyes remained glued to Wen Shu.

The group dance ended. Panting, the dancers bowed and retreated to the side to rest while the audience cheered in waves.

The street dance team’s original plan was for everyone to perform their own specialty. However, Jiang Jue felt that since this was just one event, they needed to get the atmosphere going first. Judging by the crowd today, they had succeeded.

Wen Shu walked to the side, catching his breath. His program for tonight was only the one group dance. The remaining solo belonged to Jiang Jue, followed by a girls’ group dance and a random dance play.

Just as he was about to retreat, he was pulled over by several members of the team. The lead girl asked frantically, Wen Shu, I remember when we were practicing, you were practicing that one too, right?

Wen Shu nodded. Yes, why?

The girl looked miserable. “Someone in our group just twisted her ankle. We really can’t find anyone else for her spot.

Wen Shu snapped his head around, a bad premonition hitting him. You mean?

The girls all bowed their heads. Please, Wen Shu.

Seeing them like this, Wen Shu didn’t know how to refuse. I’ll do my best, but I’m not sure I can dance it well.

The girl waved her hand, moved. It’s fine, it’s fine! We’re just grateful you’re willing to go on.

Wen Shu watched a video while memorizing the steps. He had watched them practice that day, so he had some impression of it, but watching and actually dancing were two different things.

Since it was a girl group dance, the movements needed to be softer but still carry power; otherwise, a guy dancing it would look greasy.

Wen Shu rubbed his brow helplessly. But at this point, he could only bite the bullet.

Wen Wen Shu,  he turned to see a girl holding a candy-colored hair clip, looking at him.

On the playground, Jiang Jue’s breaking solo also drew cheers. Pei Xian sat in the front row, his head down, staring at the video on his phone. His finger traced over the hair, the eyes, and stopped right on the waist and abdomen, unmoving.

Ah! That senior with the pink hair danced so beautifully!

He suits the pink hair so well, and the shoulder-length hair makes him look so obedient. I can’t believe he has abs! Fine, he’s definitely my destined wife.

Move! He’s my wife.

He’s not. He’s my wife, Pei Xian thought reflexively. He felt sour in his heart, thinking that people nowadays were truly shameless completely forgetting how he himself had just been hoping for those buttons to burst.

Jiang Jue’s solo ended. Someone nearby looked at the program and muttered, Ah! That senior’s name is Wen Shu. Let me see oh!, what a pity. There are no more performances for him.

No way, not even the random dance?

His name isn’t on the list.

It’s okay, the next group dance by the seniors will definitely be good too.

Seeing the girls prepare to take the stage, Pei Xian braced his hands on the ground, about to stand up.

Just as he rose, he locked eyes with Wen Shu, who was already standing in the center. He immediately saw the hair clip on Wen Shu’s head; his long hair had been clipped into a slightly curved princess style.

If the previous Wen Shu had felt distant, then the current Wen Shu made Pei Xian feel like he was someone who could be held in one’s palm and slowly admired.

Someone behind him complained, Why are you standing up? If you’re leaving, hurry up. You’re like a huge wall.

Pei Xian turned around. With the stage lights behind him, he was shrouded in shadow, appearing massive and intimidating. Because it was dark, his expression was unreadable.

The person behind him gradually shut up. Just as they didn’t know how to end the awkwardness, they saw that he had already obediently returned to his original spot.

The giant curled himself up, tucking in his legs and hugging himself. It was unclear what he was feeling so aggrieved about.

Wen Shu looked at Pei Xian in the front row and marveled silently. Didn’t realize he liked street dance this much.

The music started. Wen Shu focused on his formation changes. Since he was a last-minute substitute, he had cut out many of the moves that required practice, only performing the general movements.

But fortunately, judging by the crowd’s reaction, they couldn’t tell. However, that Pei Xian was staring at him intensely, holding up his phone to film. God knows what he was capturing.

During the chorus, Wen Shu flexibly changed his hand gestures. The group performed a “Wave” together, and then he slid into the center position. He boldly made “bunny ears” with his hands over his head, even twitching his fingers to the beat. He lifted his head, sending his pink bangs flying, and then winked at the audience.

Ahhh! so cute! a roar erupted from the crowd. Wen Shu suppressed his embarrassment and moved back to change positions.

If the previous dance had made Pei Xian want to rush up and shield Wen Shu so no one else could see him, then this dance made him want to rush out and show Wen Shu off to the whole world.

The dance ended. Wen Shu bowed and prepared to leave, but someone from the crowd called out to him.

Senior Wen Shu! If I join the street dance team, can I see you every time? a boy from the crowd spoke out boldly, his eyes full of longing.

Ooh! the girl next to Pei Xian clapped. How courageous.

With a dark face, Pei Xian turned to look at the boy. He looked about 1.8 meters shorter than himself. He was a bit fairer than himself, but what was the point of being fair? Could he protect Wen Shu? Pei Xian was much stronger.

Seeing how lively it was, Wen Shu thought it was a good opportunity and flashed a smile. As the vice-captain, I welcome everyone to the street dance team and the debate team, of course.

He turned to leave, but the boy’s eyes lit up immediately. He said confidently, Then Captain, I’ll see you later.

Wen Shu nodded and looked at him seriously. In that case, I look forward to your performance that day.

The more Pei Xian watched, the more bitter he felt. He stood up abruptly, physically blocking the line of sight between the two of them.