Don’t Try To Corrupt Me

Chapter 43

The people in the dance studio fell silent, watching this scene.

Yu Zuojin seemed to have noticed something, his gaze shifting from the math paper to the dance studio. His pupils were deep black, like secluded caves, ominously quiet and dangerous. Everyone was instantly frightened and averted their eyes, pretending to be busy moving around in the dance studio.

Wang Xiaoming looked into the distance, afraid to meet Yu Zuojin’s eyes.

Due to the props not being ready, the rehearsal of the princess’s pitiful laundry scene, which showcased her role as a helpless character, was postponed. Since both lead actors were present, they decided to rehearse a scene of a dance between the two instead.

Lin Xiaoyuan pinned her hair into a bun at the back of her head, flipping through the script in her hand. “Brother Sheng, we need to rehearse your scene later. Go change your clothes.”

Sheng Yuan said to Yu Zuojin: “You can do the rest yourself. Leave the ones you don’t know empty.”

Yu Zuojin held a black carbon pen in his hand as Sheng Yuan got up and headed towards the changing room.

In a stage play, there is usually a narrator. In other stage productions, the presence of a narrator adds a professional touch, enhancing the colors of the stage and creating an atmosphere of emotions that can be layered like a buff. However, in their amateur production, the narrator served as a backup reminder for the actors not to forget the plot.

Lin Xiaoyuan said, “Prepare the narrator. During the prince’s costume change, let’s rehearse the first scene of the Princess’s entrance.”

“Princess, just follow the narrator’s words and walk towards the center of the stage.”

Chu Weitian lifted his skirt and stood up, while Yu Zuojin pressed the spring lever at the end of his pen with his fingertips, retracting the pen tip into its casing. He raised his eyes, his gaze falling on Chu Weitian.

In one dance studio, two people had faces more sour than the other.

The narrator took position: “In a distant kingdom, there lived a pitiful princess.”

Chu Weitian, with his golden hair, walked to the center, holding his skirt with muscular arms.

The narrator continued, “He is the distant cousin of Princess Gulun Heshuo, the robust Princess Gulun Zhuangshuo.”

*Gulun means “firm”, and Zhuangshuo means mean “strong” or “sturdy,” often used to describe a robust or muscular physique.

Chu Weitian exclaimed, “Hey!!!”

“Yes, Brother Chu, that’s the reaction!” Wang Xiaoming applauded, while reassuringly saying, “Brother Chu, it’s meant to be funny. It’s the same for anyone who plays the role. It’s not targeted at you.”

Chu Weitian could only wear a scowl on his face and dryly recite his lines, “I am the pitiful, robust Princess Gulun, even though it’s hard to see any pitifulness in me, I can even punch my stepmother and stepsisters into the air.”

The narrator continued, “Despite being a princess, he leads an unhappy life. After his mother and father divorced, his father remarried. Initially, his stepmother and stepsisters put on a pretense, but when his father went missing, they changed their behavior and often abused him.”

The stepmother and stepsisters entered the stage, their gazes filled with malice, directed at the princess.

Wang Xiaoming rolled up the script into a makeshift tube. “Cut! The gazes of the stepmother and stepsisters are not up to par.”

The three classmates were confused. “What’s wrong with our gazes?”

“They lack the malice,” Wang Xiaoming gestured around his eyes, “Your gazes aren’t enough to convey your hatred towards the princess, your jealousy towards him. Be more vicious and cunning! Show the kind of hatred that makes you want to crush him under your feet, like…”

He leaned in close to the three and whispered, “Like the way Brother Yu is looking Brother Chu right now.”

The three remained motionless, their eyes quickly darting towards the Big Demon King. In an instant, they shuddered, and goosebumps covered their bodies.

Excellent! Perfect jealousy and malice!

This gaze required no technique, only raw emotions.

They didn’t expect that Yu Zuojin, an outsider, could immerse himself in the role even more than they could.

Chu Weitian felt a chilling sensation at the back of his neck, as if his flesh was pressed against an ice cube. He looked down at the puffy blue skirt he was wearing.

Could it be because of the skirt?!

Wang Xiaoming cautiously observed Yu Zuojin from the side, his heart pounding.

It was too fitting!

Too fitting!

He was indeed intimidating, but that face, that figure! It would be a waste not to play some kind of role!

Moreover, his reputation in the delinquent circle was well-known. If Yu Zuojin could endorse them, their final performance would definitely reach new heights.

Yu Zuojin’s gaze toward Chu Weitian was complex, containing a mix of emotions. His eyes were so expressive!

When his pitch-black eyes fell upon Chu Weitian’s princess dress, there was even… an indescribable longing!!!

A question mark slowly formed in Wang Xiaoming’s mind.

Could it be that every macho man has a princess dream in their heart?!

Don’t be fooled by Chu Weitian’s sour expression as he wore the skirt. In private, he had spent quite a long time admiring himself in the mirror.

The door of the dance studio was opened, and several male classmates huffed and puffed as they carried props up to the fifth floor and collapsed on the studio floor. Inside the large boxes were many princess dresses and other costumes.

“What the hell! Math Book said there were only props?!”

Wang Xiaoming handed over his phone, soothing their anger. “Please have some milk tea, order whatever you like, I’ll pay for it.”

The princess had many scenes and costumes, and more than half of the large box was filled with dresses. They had all sizes, ensuring that Chu Weitian could fit into them.

Yu Zuojin’s gaze fell upon that box of clothes.

Seizing the opportunity, Wang Xiaoming smoothly rolled over to his side.

“Brother Yu.”

He maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, but inside, his legs were shaking to the point of breaking.

He was genuinely afraid.

Yu Zuojin was not someone to be trifled with. It was said that he had nearly killed someone before, and everyone kept their distance from such a dangerous individual.

The rumors about him spread even deeper than his personal encounters.

He was a terrifyingly violent man.

Yu Zuojin’s gaze shifted towards him. Upon closer inspection, his eyes were slightly darker than those of an ordinary person. The blackness of his eyes was as black as the mole under them, evoking fear and panic, sending an invisible pressure that made Wang Xiaoming’s scalp tingle, even constricting his breath.

He suddenly regretted coming here, but it was too late to retreat now. He opened his mouth, but his tongue felt tangled, “Brother Yu Ge… no, Boss Yu…”

Wang Xiaoming slapped his mouth a few times and took a deep breath. “Boss Yu, I see that you’re quite interested in our costumes. Would you like to give it a try?”

Yu Zuojin looked at the princess dresses in the box and then glanced at Chu Weitian.

He neither accepted nor rejected the offer.

Five minutes later, Yu Zuojin stood in front of the mirror, dressed in a green dragon costume.

Yu Zuojin: “…”

Due to limited funds, the realistic dragon skin would cost several thousand, unlike the princess dresses and other clothes, which would only add up to a few hundred with a discount. So they rented a cartoon dragon costume instead.

Yu Zuojin’s face emerged from the dragon’s mouth. Though it was a cartoon version, when he put on the costume and the headpiece that reached two meters, he became a colossal figure.

Wang Xiaoming, on the side, flattered, twisting and turning, “Boss Yu, you suit it so well, I might fall in love with you.”

Yu Zuojin looked quite impressive in the dragon costume. Despite its cuteness, he exuded a terrifying aura that suited a dragon perfectly. In addition, he had a striking appearance, creating a stark contrast. He instantly became the center of attention in the dance studio.

When Yu Zuojin first put on the dragon costume, there was even a momentary surprise on his stiff face. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, with Chu Weitian conveniently standing by his side, and the two formed a striking contrast, making his face even more gloomy.

The resentment emanating from him spread like an evil spirit, draining the color from objects within half a meter.

Wang Xiaoming, obviously unaware of the danger of the situation, was immersed in joy.

The scene required the dragon to carry away the princess, and it was a challenge for the actor in the dragon costume to move. Not to mention that Chu Weitian was wearing a princess dress, he was like a Barbie doll made of steel. No one could lift him.

But none of that mattered now.

He had found the right person.

Boss Yu! Perfect.

“Boss Yu, you are so perfect for this role that you will mesmerize them once you step on stage.”

Wang Xiaoming looked up in satisfaction, only to meet the chilling gaze of Yu Zuojin, who had a murderous expression.

Wang Xiaoming: Danger!

He was so frightened that he nearly fell to the floor. He used to love using the idiom “great joy and great sorrow” in his compositions, thinking it expressed rich emotions. But at this moment, he secretly vowed never to use it again.

Because he was experiencing it firsthand.

And the emotions were more than just rich.

A cold sweat broke out on his back. “Boss… Boss Yu, any role suits you perfectly, but let’s try this role first.”

Yu Zuojin remained expressionless.

“Of course, there are many other roles for you to choose from.”

At that moment, the door of the dance studio was pulled open, and Sheng Yuan made a grand entrance in magnificent prince attire.

A man is judged by his attire, just as a horse is judged by its saddle.

Truly Ambitious looked at it’s host in awe.

Sheng Yuan now appeared like a human being.

A soft exclamation could be heard within the dance studio. Sheng Yuan’s prince attire had white and golden patterns, complemented by a red cloak draped behind him. It showcased his impeccable elegance, his hair had been meticulously groomed, radiating an extraordinary charm.

As soon as Sheng Yuan entered, he noticed Yu Zuojin standing beside Wang Xiaoming, and dressed in a dragon costume.

His beautiful eyes gazed at Yu Zuojin. Normally, Yu Zuojin’s aura was as cold as if he had a refrigerator attached to his back, keeping people at a distance. However, now that he was wearing the dragon costume, he seemed more approachable.

As he stared at Yu Zuojin, the latter’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

Sheng Yuan, wearing the splendid formal attire, truly resembled a young prince from some kingdom, shimmering like a gem.

Sheng Yuan’s appearance stood out from the surroundings, as if he was glowing.

Yu Zuojin stared straight ahead, fixated on him.

Sheng Yuan circled Yu Zuojin, lifting up the large dragon tail of the costume, finding it amusing.

Well, it seemed quite enjoyable.

“This suits you well.”

He curved his eyes.

For a moment, Yu Zuojin couldn’t hear anything else, as if someone had unplugged the external processor of his cochlear implant, leaving him only able to hear the word “suitable” from Sheng Yuan’s mouth.

Lin Xiaoyuan beckoned, “Brother Sheng, come and take the script.”

Sheng Yuan let go of the dragon ail reluctantly, he found Yu Zuojin’s current appearance rare. “Let’s take a photo later.”

Sheng Yuan’s arrival eased the tense atmosphere from earlier. Wang Xiaoming wiped off the sweat caused by the fright and continued the conversation.

“Boss Yu, we have many other roles for you to choose from.”

“Let me help you take it off first and try some other roles.”

The dragon costume was not easy to take off, but as Wang Xiaoming reached out, Yu Zuojin protected the dragon headpiece and remained expressionless. “This is it.”