"I finished watching all four episodes in one go. I specifically searched for the actress who plays Si Qinglan. It's not suitable to watch while eating; it's very emotional for those who are easily moved to tears."
"Haha, it's okay, sister, you're still alive! Keep watching, there'll be a surprise!"
"Yes, yes, it's just a little bit angsty at the beginning, but it gets much better later!"
"Um... Boss, is it really okay for us to say it like this...?"
Several events combined in one night, bringing joy to some and sorrow to others, and attracting trolls as well.
"What was the company thinking when they chose Song Shi'an to endorse Serenoir? Who's going to buy it if he's the spokesperson? Are they just ruining their own brand?"
"Sales started at 8 AM, lol. It would be hilarious if they didn't sell. The cheapest item is priced at seven or eight thousand. Are they expecting fans to boost sales?"
"[Image]. JPG, and there's also the marketing that says he's a rich second-generation. Are there really rich second-generation deliverymen? You actually believe the personas these days."
"Holy crap, when was this picture taken? Where was it taken?"
The commotion continued until 8 a. m. when the sale began. Many onlookers were monitoring the sales figures on the official website. In the blink of an eye, all the watches except for the same model were sold out instantly.
Some people were stunned, and many cried foul, saying the data was fabricated!
The official data was posted directly from the backend, but many people still don't believe it.
"Whether you believe it or not has nothing to do with me! Damn it, I couldn't even buy one by squatting in front of the store! And you expect me to buy it online!"
[Image]. jpg, Haters, stop right there! While I might not be able to afford something worth tens of thousands, I can certainly afford a few thousand, especially since it's pure gold and goes with everything!
"Damn! @Serenoir official, can you please add more stock?! I couldn't get one!"
"Link 1, Link 2, Link 3... Please go check out the fighting power of the rich guys and girls, and stop saying that we Ping An fans are weak! We're just low-key usually, but that doesn't mean we're not capable!"
Even more extravagantly, a wealthy fan with millions of followers directly posted photos of their "itasha" (decorated rooms), proving that while others might have itchy rooms, they have their own.
The walls are covered with posters of Song Shi'an, the cabinet is full of new Serenoir products, and even the bed sheets are the same color scheme that Song Shi'an endorses.
"Okay, okay, I haven't logged out of Weibo or D Station since this morning..."
"What's wrong with one more rich person in the world?!"
"I accidentally wandered into your home~ It turns out I'm a fan of the same person as the super-rich sister, my apologies."
"Outsiders are shocked! Is this new product spokesperson really that amazing?!"
For a whole week, it was all about bloggers and wealthy people showing off Serenoir's new products.
Whether it's just following the trend to gain traffic or genuine fans of Song Shi'an, a trend of buying the same items as Song Shi'an has suddenly emerged online.
As for Song Shi'an himself, he was sent for special training, to the Capital Special Police Detachment for closed training, where he did daily drills, weighted marches, and tactical gun handling exercises with the special police officers.
They get up earlier than the rooster, go to bed later than the dog, and eat more than the pig.
The police officers were also stunned, seeing Song Shi'an come to get his meals every day with a basin in his hand.
The atmosphere in the police force is quite good; everyone is happy to know that a new recruit has joined.
Some people recognized him as Song Shi'an, who has recently become very popular, but they didn't pay much attention to him.
Many celebrities come for special training every year, but most of them just go through the motions.
On the first day of special training, Song Shi'an suffered a lot. During the five-kilometer weighted run, he was at the very back of the group, and the backpack straps made his shoulders ache.
The SWAT officer next to him couldn't stand it anymore and whispered to him, "Adjust the straps, loosen them a bit, don't force it."
Song Shi'an, panting, did as instructed and immediately felt much better. He smiled at the other person and said, "Thank you, brother."
The young man paused for a moment, then scratched his head. "Don't mention it. My girlfriend loves watching your shows. You're much more handsome in person than on TV."
Song Shi'an almost choked on his saliva; what kind of sudden praise was this?
The training that followed made him question his existence even more. Push-ups, sit-ups, shuttle runs, rope climbing—each exercise completely drained him.
When he returned to his dormitory that night, he didn't even have the strength to take off his shoes, but he adapted quickly. He was physically strong to begin with, so his physical recovery was fast.
On the second day, he was able to keep up with the group; on the third day, he was able to run in the middle; and on the fourth day, he was able to help others share some of the load.
The team leader was a veteran SWAT officer in his forties. He initially scoffed at the idea of celebrities coming for special training, thinking it was just a formality.
But Song Shi'an's performance surprised him. Once, during a tactical gun-handling practice, the new team members' postures were not standard, but Song Shi'an immediately got the hang of it.
The team leader went over and corrected his wrist angle, discovering that even the force with which he gripped the gun was just right.
"Have you practiced this before?" the team leader asked.
"No, this is my first time handling a real gun," Song Shi'an answered honestly.
The team leader stared at him thoughtfully for a few seconds. "Then you have good talent, keep practicing."
On the fifth day, they began practicing disassembling and assembling firearms.
Song Shi'an sat at the table, with a disassembled Type 92 pistol in front of him.
The instructor started timing, and his fingers moved rapidly, springs, slides, barrels, magazines—every part flew through his hands.
While the teammate next to him was still struggling with the spring, he had already placed the assembled gun on the table and raised his hand to signal.
" Song Shi'an, forty-three seconds."
The training room fell silent for a moment. The instructor walked over, picked up the gun he had assembled, inspected it, and nodded. "Not bad, no mistakes."
Song Shi'an himself was a little surprised. Although he had not systematically studied firearms, his hand-eye coordination and muscle control were the foundation he had built up through various training sessions. In addition, he had practiced diligently these past few days, repeatedly studying each movement.
On the final day, he had his moment of glory: a group combat exercise where his group was responsible for storming the building.
Song Shi'an served as the number two, following behind the captain. Upon receiving an order, he would break down the door, storm in, search, and take control. His movements were clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.
After the drill, the team leader called him aside and handed him a bottle of water, "Kid, ever considered actually coming here?"
Song Shi'an took the water and smiled helplessly, "I'd like to, but I have to go back to filming."
The team leader didn't say anything more, but patted him on the shoulder. "You celebrities are so precious, but it's really a pity about you, kid."
On the last day of closed training, Song Shi'an was able to skillfully disassemble and reassemble firearms, and even received praise from his team leader.
Everyone bid a reluctant farewell to Song Shi'an: "An'an! Come visit us often when you have time!"
Song Shi'an said with a serious expression, "Okay! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
Lin Fan, who was waiting outside, rushed over as soon as he saw Song Shi'an up and down and exclaimed, "Brother! I've missed you so much! You've suffered so much these past few days, are you tired? Have you had a hard time?"
Song Shi'an shook his head. "It's alright, just a little hungry."
Lin Fan immediately thought of his brother training on an empty stomach every day, and felt even more sorry for him. He quickly took him to a restaurant and waved his hand, "Cook up a whole book!"
Song Shi'an's eyes lit up. " Lin Fan, you've got some serious awareness!"
Lin Fan chuckled, "Of course, Brother Yao specially approved the budget for me, saying I can eat as much as I want today. But bro, you've lost a lot of weight, you need to make up for it."
Song Shi'an looked down at himself. He didn't know if he had lost weight, but he had definitely become much more muscular.