He rubbed his forearm; it was alright, the lines were sharper. Dishes were served one after another, and he ate without even looking up. There were more than a dozen dishes and a large pot of rice.
Lin Fan watched in stunned silence. How long had his brother been starving?
"Brother, eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Lin Fan poured him a glass of water.
Song Shi'an swallowed a piece of meat and mumbled, "You don't understand. There are rules for meals in the special training team. You can't eat too slowly or too fast. Lately, I've felt like I'm racing against time with every meal."
"Then why are you saying you're not full?"
"Because I eat so fast, it feels like I haven't chewed much before I start training again. I always feel like I could eat two more bowls," Song Shi'an said, then added another bowl of rice to his plate.
After finishing his meal, Song Shi'an finally took out his phone. He hadn't touched it for half a month and wondered how it was doing.
Upon opening the flood of messages, he clicked on each one to reply.
Upon opening Weibo and seeing the number of followers, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief and hurriedly called out to Lin Fan, "What happened during my closed training these past few days? How did I suddenly gain almost 20 million followers?"
Lin Fan said excitedly, "Of course it's the endorsement that brought this wave, and the broadcast of ' God's Demise ' that brought it too! Bro, you're now the number one 'God of Death' in the Chinese entertainment industry!"
Song Shi'an looked puzzled. "The Grim Reaper?"
Lin Fan nodded seriously. "That's right, Death. He kills whatever he plays, he's got a knack for ripping people off their feet."
Song Shi'an smiled awkwardly, "Just tell me if you remember this character or not, if he left a deep impression on you, if he's unforgettable!"
Lin Fan immediately nodded. "I can't forget a single thing!"
Upon hearing this, Song Shi'an clicked on the official D Station " God's Demise " with satisfaction.
His first video had already garnered over ten million likes, and he was curious: what kind of content could get over ten million likes?
The screen opens with Si Qinglan saying "I'm tired," and Ling Xuan pounces on her, trying to grab her like a madman, shouting Si Qinglan's name.
The screen was instantly flooded with comments, all saying "Just one step away from happiness".
The comments section was even more bizarre.
"I tore this 'almost perfect' apart!"
"That sister is very strong."
"Damn it! What are Ling Xuan and Ling Yan going to do?! Those two little bitter gourds had just felt the warmth of home, and now it's gone!"
"Okay, okay, I didn't feel anything when I was reading the novel, but now that it's being acted out, Si Qinglan really feels like a tool, a means for the protagonist to grow and progress."
"I haven't read the novel, but after reading it, all I want to say is, author, hurry up and write the sequel! I want to see Si Qinglan alive!"
"Is this really an attempt to make the protagonist a god again? The probability of him becoming a demon is much higher than that of becoming a god."
"God loves all people, but where in the world can he find a place to belong? He brings hope to humanity, but everyone wants him dead! Is this the peaceful world he sacrificed his life for? Was it really worth it?"
"I'm begging you, please play a lead role (don't die!). I haven't had a single lead role since my debut. Tell us if your company is holding you back or if there's some unspeakable secret, or I'll tear them apart!"
Seeing the rest, Song Shi'an guiltily exited D Station. He was afraid he would disappoint them. Once he completed his mission, if a director asked him to play the male lead, he would definitely go!
On his way back to school, he saw his posters and advertisements displayed in major shopping malls and on large screens.
As expected of the Qian family, how much does this big screen cost per month?
The moment I returned to school, even the air felt sweet.
Back in the dorm, Jiang Ye looked him up and down. "You've lost weight lately. How was the special training? Was it fun?"
"That sounds fun." Song Shi'an smiled meaningfully. "Why don't you give it a try? It's quite interesting, and you can even get some exercise."
Jiang Ye quickly waved his hand. "No, no, judging from your appearance, you're exhausted. I'd better be honest and go back to tutor my sister this weekend."
After a week of classes, Song Shi'an and Lin Fan rushed to the airport to go to the new film set as soon as class ended on Friday afternoon.
Upon arriving at the airport, he was greeted by a dense crowd of people seeing him off. Song Shi'an waved as he ran to board the plane.
After a while, apart from those with excellent equipment, everyone else's photos were all blurry.
A batch of pictures of incredibly handsome men appeared on D Station, but not a single one showed their faces in high definition.
Lu Shiyue posted high-definition photos, captioned, "High-definition photos of handsome men in the wind!"
" An'an, the best fan site admin, is really reliable! But she looks like An'an's lost a lot of weight and gotten a bit tanned. Is it because of the photoshoot?"
"I saw it the same way on site. Is the sun really that strong lately? It's only April!"
"Oh my god, didn't you guys know? An'an was sent to closed training for half a month, and haven't you noticed that we haven't heard from him at all in the last two weeks?"
"Um, how did you find out? He's usually quiet. But what's with his closed training? Is he preparing for a new drama?"
"What new drama? ' Blood-Colored Fog '? I heard it's about a policeman, but I don't know if it's true."
"A policeman! A good guy! He shouldn't die this time, hahaha!"
Song Shi'an and Lin Fan went straight to the film set as soon as they arrived. Feng Jun checked the time on his watch, his face already looking rather grim. These days, actors really do forget their roots once they get a little fame.
Song Shi'an arrived, panting, "Director! I'm not late, am I?"
Director Feng looked him up and down. "No, you do know how to time things well. Get ready for the makeup test!"
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief, while Lin Fan, carrying the suitcases and bags, was panting heavily.
His brother is running faster and faster now; he needs to find time to train properly.
Song Shi'an was taken to the dressing room and tried on several different looks.
Director Feng looked at the person in the camera, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper. "The styling is wrong, the hairstyle shouldn't be so stiff, this character is supposed to be a cool and rebellious type! Don't be so rigid!"
The stylist quickly tore it down and started over, but Director Feng was still not satisfied after several attempts.
Song Shi'an simply took matters into his own hands, ruffling his hair, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt collar, and casually rolling up the cuffs a few times.
He tilted his head slightly in front of the mirror, a hint of nonchalance in his eyes.
Director Feng's eyes lit up, and he leaned over and pointed. "Yes, that's the feeling! Walk a few more steps in that direction!"
It wasn't until almost 11 p. m. that the director finally looked at the person in front of him with satisfaction.
His brownish-red, tousled hair was messy and layered, giving him a somewhat rebellious, youthful look.
She wore a distressed black cropped denim jacket with the cuffs casually rolled up, layered over a simple white crew neck top, and several delicate silver necklaces around her neck.
She wore wide-legged black cargo pants with multiple pockets and white sneakers.
Wearing a silver bracelet on her wrist and a plain ring on her finger, she exuded a cool yet relaxed vibe, radiating a rebellious and unrestrained street style.
Anyone who saw it would feel that Jiang Chi himself should be like this.