Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 93 Pole Dance Training Night
That night.

Jiang Zaixun lay on the sofa in the apartment, the light from the mobile phone screen reflected on his face.

Lee Sung Kyung's new song MV is playing now.

"I Love You" - released at 12 noon yesterday, as of now, there are only more than 40 comments in the message area.

He clicked on the details page——

【Listen: 2,341】

【Downloads：89】

【Comments: 47】

Scroll down to see the hot comments:

[1st floor]: It really doesn’t work for a model to become a singer...

[5th ​​floor]: The song is too ordinary
【12th Floor】：Why not just focus on the catwalk?
[15th Floor]: Is this male actor in the MV the same one from “The Heirs”?

[22nd floor]: Jiang Zaixun is so handsome!!! (This post comes from user [Zaixun's collar pin])
[41st floor]: Lee Sung Kyung is so awesome! I've been following her since her debut, her voice is so recognizable!

……

Without the promotion of an agency and the style of the song not being catchy enough, such a song can't even make a splash in the Peninsula music market.

The sound of the bathroom door opening made him quickly lock the screen.

Li Jingcheng came out, wiping her hair, and glanced at his stiff sitting posture:
"What are you looking at?"

"No, it's nothing."

Jiang Zaixun stuffed his phone into the crack of the sofa and changed the subject:

"Brother Cheng Hao has developed a new fried chicken with butter and cheese flavor."

"Don't eat."

Li Jingjing grabbed the hair dryer and suddenly stopped:
“How many comments did you scroll through?”

"……twenty?"

"Pabhu."

The roar of the hair dryer drowned out her voice, but Jiang Zaixun could clearly see the corners of her mouth turned up through her hair.

After a while.

Lee Sung-kyung turned off the hair dryer and glanced at Kang Jae-hoon who was sitting upright on the sofa:
"What's next?"

"Four days of rest."

He counted on his fingers: "Then I'll shoot a fried chicken commercial, make a guest appearance, and publish a FILA down jacket pictorial..."

"I'm asking about pole dancing."

"..."

Jiang Zaixun almost bit his tongue.

Lee Sung-kyung suddenly turned and walked towards the bedroom. The sound of the door hitting the wall startled Kang Jae-hoon. Two minutes later, she came out carrying a long cardboard box and slammed it on the coffee table.

Jiang Zaixun looked at the label "Professional Dance Equipment" on the cardboard box, and his pupils trembled:
"When did you—"

"I bought it online last week."

Lee Sung-kyung unboxed the box with a deadpan expression:

"A Christmas gift for my fitness trainer."

The silver steel pipe parts glowed coldly under the light.

Jiang Zaixun looked at the quickly assembled steel pipe trainer and suddenly found signs of wear on the base screws.

"This doesn't look new, does it?"

"Gift."

Jiang Jae-hoon stared at her red knuckles - there was a circle of fresh indentations there, obviously left by holding the club for a long time.

“Actually, I can sign up for a class…”

Li Jingcheng suddenly turned the steel pipe and it made a buzzing sound:
"And then reporters photographed 'Yun Chan-young dancing in a nightclub'? Didn't Director Ryu Seung-wan ask you to sign a non-disclosure agreement?"

Jiang Jae-hoon was speechless.

Detective Yin's pole dancing scene may only last a few seconds in the finished film.

The script states that after he recovered from the stabbing, he was sent undercover to the orgy party that Zhao Taiyu hosted before he ran away.

At the critical moment, it is necessary to stop the target from escaping and buy time for Xu Daozhe.

Afterwards, he had a fight scene with the captain of the bodyguards and was eventually knocked out.

The difficulty of this scene lies in the fact that pole dancing is not a simple performance, but a means of disguise.

Detective Yin had to dance skillfully enough to avoid suspicion among nightclub regulars, while also retaining the stiffness that is unique to a detective - after all, this was his first time performing such a mission.

Director Ryoo Seung-wan’s requirements were clear: sexy but not greasy, raw but not clumsy.

Lee Sung-kyung gripped the pole with one hand and spun around neatly. The hem of her pajamas lifted with the movement, revealing a taut waistline.

"Okay."

She tiptoed, leaned back, her long hair drooping, her entire body almost parallel to the ground. Her silk pajamas slid down halfway over her shoulders as she lifted her arms.

Jiang Zaixun's sight suddenly bumped into the depths of her swaying collar——

"... When did the Holy Bible learn pole dancing?"

The sound of the steel pipe turning stopped abruptly.

Li Jingcheng let go of his hand and jumped down, casually pulled at his collar that had slipped off, and suddenly kicked him in the calf.

"what!"

Jiang Zaixun covered his legs and grimaced:
"Why all of a sudden——"

"If you don't want your eyes anymore, you can donate them to the hospital."

"..."

"It's your turn."

Jiang Zaixun lowered his head and held the pole stiffly, trying to swing back according to the movements he had just seen.

But when he raised his leg, it got stuck in the seam of his trousers, and his whole body was hanging on the steel pipe and dangling in a funny way.

The inner thigh was burning with pain.

"Move your hands up, your center of gravity is wrong."

"so?"

"Are you a sloth? Hugging so tight."

"..."

When Jiang Zaixun slid down the pole for the third time, his back hit the yoga mat hard.

He stared at the chandelier on the ceiling and suddenly spoke:
"Why do detectives need to learn this?"

"Ask the director."

Li Jingjing kicked his side with her toes: "Don't play dead, get up and continue."

Jiang Zaixun struggled to get up, his palms reddened by the steel pipe. He followed Lee Sung-kyung's example and lifted his legs, but lost his balance when shifting his weight, and fell forward.

Li Jingcheng subconsciously reached out to take it.

The two of them stumbled and fell into the sofa, with Jiang Zaixun's palm cushioning between the back of her head and the armrest.

The beige fabric sofa was covered with half-dried hair, and the smell of lavender shampoo overwhelmed the smell of sweat.

The nose tips are no more than three centimeters apart.

Jiang Jae-hoon's gaze fell uncontrollably on her lips that were glistening with moisture.

The deep kiss on the day of filming the MV suddenly exploded in my mind——

The rose scent of lipstick, the tickling sensation of eyelashes brushing against my cheeks.

The sound of swallowing saliva was particularly clear in the silence.

"dumbbel."

Li Jingcheng suddenly bent her knees and pressed them against his lower abdomen.

"what?"

"I'll count to three. If you don't get up, I'll let you experience the hardness test of your skull."

"..."

Jiang Jae-hoon bounced back like a spring.

Li Jingcheng rushed into the bedroom, grabbing his collar which had slipped off, and the sound of the door closing made the painting hanging on the entrance tilt.

"Continue tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock!"

Her trembling warning escaped through the crack of the door.

Jiang Zaixun lay on his back on the floor, staring at the flickering lights and shadows on the ceiling. Suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his eyes. The inside of his wrist still felt like the touch of her hair, itching like a hundred ants crawling over it.

There was a sound of turning over in the bedroom.

Jiang Jae-hoon sighed and got up to clean up the mess in the living room.

As he casually stuffed the assembly instructions into the coffee table drawer, a note floated out.

【Order date: November 15】

[Note: Expedited delivery must be delivered before November 18]

Jiang Jae-hoon stared at the note for a long time.

November 15th - It was the day of the Blue Dragon Awards ceremony, and he had just learned from director Ryu Seung-wan that he would be starring in "Veteran".

After a moment, he took out his phone and sent a message to the radio station PD:
[PDnim, can I choose a song for tomorrow's music recommendation segment?]

There is light snow outside the window.

Seoul's first snow always comes unexpectedly.

Jiang Jae-hoon listened to the gradually steady breathing sounds next door, quietly put the note back to its place, and turned off the lights in the living room.

(End of this chapter)