Before he could react, a whip lashed out, striking Xie Yanzhou squarely and sending him sprawling to the ground.
An arrogant voice came from the side. "How dare you block the path of the Heir Apparent Wei!"
Just as the next whip was about to strike, Wei Jinghong grabbed it and flung it back, coldly staring at the other man. " Cui Heng, I haven't even said a word, what are you trying to do!"
Seeing that things were getting out of hand, Cui Heng quickly put on a smiling face, "Young Master, I was just helping to teach them a lesson, so that some trash wouldn't get in your way."
"Mind your own business, let's go!" Wei Jinghong snorted and rode away.
Several people followed closely behind, the sound of horses' hooves fading into the distance like the beat of drums.
Xie Yanzhou scrambled to his feet, grimacing, but before he could even utter a curse, a bag rained down on him, hitting him on the head. "Damn it! People can die from throwing things from high-rises!"
He casually opened it and saw a gold ingot! He instinctively took it out and bit into it—it really was gold!
He quickly tucked the bag into his pocket, turned to look at the red figure disappearing into the distance towards the city gate, and shouted, "Brother! Want to give him another couple more kicks?"
The surrounding people cast disdainful glances at them...
The director yelled, "Cut! Great, perfect!"
Upon hearing the sound, Song Shi'an tightened the reins and slowly walked back.
The boy playing Cui Heng jogged up behind her, his face pale with nervousness. "Teacher Song, did the whip hurt you?"
"No, no, don't worry." Song Shi'an quickly waved his hand.
As soon as the others left, he immediately rubbed his palms together, groaning, "Ouch! Is it really possible for someone to catch a whip with their bare hands without it hurting?!"
He looked down and saw a burning red mark on his palm, as if he had been snapped with a rubber band dozens of times.
After dismounting, he blew on his palm several times, a passionate love song, a burning pain~
I need a good lunch to soothe my wounded heart.
The director walked over with a smile and said, " Shi'an An, you don't have many scenes to film for the next two days. There will be a lot of action and archery scenes later on. We've already hired instructors here. Just make sure your movements are accurate. If not, we'll use a stunt double."
"Okay, no problem!" Song Shi'an nodded.
The photographer, perched on a tree, nearly slipped and fell while looking at the newly released high-definition photos. He managed to steady himself and protect the camera in his arms.
Less than half an hour later, a hilarious image appeared on D Station.
The spirited horse raised its head and neighed, its front hooves raised high into the air. The young man in red sat steadily on the saddle, his long hair billowing in the wind, his clothes billowing in the howling wind.
Golden crown tassels fluttered, wide sleeves billowed like flames, a pair of eyes swept over with disdain, and a sharp aura burst through the screen, exuding the arrogance and unruliness of youth.
As soon as the background music started, it was so exciting it sent chills down your spine. The video was tagged with " The Splendid Business Journey," and a group of people who read the novel and watched the anime came running.
"Holy crap! Are you sure this wasn't cut from an anime?!"
"The whole internet is begging him to play the male lead. Did some director snatch him up? Looking forward to it!"
" The Splendid Business Journey' is getting an anime adaptation? Who's the cosplayer? Can someone point me to it?!"
"Hehehe, I'm taking it first!"
"He looks familiar. Isn't he one of the actors from that 'Death Compilation'? He's really popular lately!"
"Quick! Tell me! What is this!"
"I knew my D Station understood me best! My beauty, here I come!"
"I can predict things now... In the end, I'll probably die..."
"Stop talking, ladies upstairs, you're just saying things that make people want to die..."
"Wow! An'an! This is amazing! This is the type I've never seen before! Sisters, come quick!"
"What do you mean? A celebrity? A newcomer has joined the Chinese entertainment industry?"
"Hey upstairs, do you surf the internet often? If you do a lot of surfing, you'll know which one it is."
The video quickly went viral and became a trending topic; some directors who saw it were furious.
What does Stars Entertainment mean?! My leading man is less important than a minor character?! What a waste! What a waste!!
Director Zhou was preparing to film the next scene when his phone kept vibrating.
He took it out and saw that it was a voice message from a friend he rarely contacted, lasting sixty seconds.
I clicked to listen, and the voice on the other end was so loud it almost made me drop the phone. "Old Zhou! Long time no see, I've missed you terribly! I heard you're filming 'The Splendid Business Journey,' and I've been filming a period drama recently too. Could you put in a good word for me and ask Teacher Song to make a cameo appearance?"
Director Zhou moved his phone a little further away, and only replied after the voice message finished playing, "Go to hell!"
The next second, another voice message popped up, even louder than before. "If you don't help me make connections, I'll kill myself!"
The shout echoed throughout the entire set, stunning all the staff around, and the prop master nearly dropped the sword from his hand.
Director Zhou pressed down on his phone, looked up and glared around. "What are you looking at! Action!"
Everyone pretended not to hear and continued with their work. Director Zhou put his phone on silent and put it in his pocket.
He still didn't know what the old guy was thinking. He said it was a cameo role, but it was really just to create a sensation. Did he look stupid?
As soon as Song Shi'an returned to the RV, he changed into his everyday clothes, picked up his phone, and started ordering takeout.
Lin Fan glanced at his phone screen and silently put back the nutritional meal he had just taken out. He ordered a variety of stir-fries and snacks.
" Lin Fan, what would you like to eat? I'll get you some sweet and sour pork?" Song Shi'an asked, looking up.
Lin Fan nodded quickly. "Okay, thank you, brother!"
After resting for a short while after dinner, Song Shi'an was notified to go practice archery.
Becoming a master archer in two days? That's giving him too much credit... He sighed and resigned himself to his fate.
Li Xuyang frowned as he looked at the young man in front of him who lacked any spirit. "If you're here to practice archery, then put your mind to it!"
Upon hearing this, Song Shi'an instinctively straightened his head and stood at attention, almost ready to salute.
That voice is exactly like the one from university military training instructors.
Li Xuyang watched the series of actions the person in front of him performed, both amused and exasperated. He had gotten used to coaching the national team and had scared the kid.
He cleared his throat and softened his tone. "Have you ever practiced archery before?"
Song Shi'an shook his head. "No, but I've practiced tennis, and my shooting is alright." He spoke very seriously, trying to make the other person think that he had a background in sports.
Li Xuyang looked him up and down, then pulled an arrow from the quiver beside him and handed it to him. "Shoot three arrows first and let me see."
Song Shi'an took the bow; it felt heavier than he had imagined. He imitated the posture he had seen in videos before, drew the bow, nocked an arrow, and released the string at the target ten meters away. The arrow flew out but missed the target.
"It's alright, continue." Li Xuyang stood to the side with his arms crossed.
After missing the target several times, Song Shi'an put down his bow and glanced at Li Xuyang somewhat guiltily.
"Not bad." Li Xuyang nodded, offering a rare word of affirmation. "Your posture didn't falter on your first draw, which means your core strength is sufficient. Over the next two days, I'll teach you how to shoot the arrow into the bullseye."
Song Shi'an's eyes lit up. This teacher wasn't as scary as he had imagined. He picked up the bow again, got into position, and waited for the next instruction.
Li Xuyang walked over, nudged his shoulder from behind, and then patted his lower back.
Song Shi'an shuddered. This familiar feeling brought back all the memories of being corrected in military posture by the instructors during military training.
Then, as soon as Li Xuyang spoke, he knew the next two days wouldn't be easy. "Starting today, draw the bow two hundred times every day, then practice your accuracy."