He and his brother turned around, got into the car, and headed to the city center, where they had booked a private room.
After the two went inside, the food servers kept coming.
Looking out the window at the brightly lit office buildings across the street, Song Shi'an glanced at the time and said to Lin Fan, "It's almost midnight, and they're still not closed for the day."
Lin Fan looked up and said, "That's normal. Everyone's here to work hard. Overtime is the norm. There's no time to slow down. Not many people can truly enjoy life. By the way, you're even busier than them, bro."
Upon hearing this, Song Shi'an suddenly realized that he seemed to be quite busy.
Aside from the Chinese New Year period, it seems like I haven't had a break at all; all animals are the same...
He sadly buried his head and continued eating, "It tastes so good!"
After the two finished their meal and opened the door to the private room, they were greeted by a middle-aged man in a suit.
He exclaimed "Huh?" and called out to Lin Fan, " Lin Fan, long time no see!"
Lin Fan glanced at him and quickly said, "Hello, Uncle Pan."
Pan Zhaoming said with a smile, "You should have told me you were coming earlier! Have you finished eating? No need to pay the bill, just give me your name next time."
Lin Fan quickly shook his head. "Thank you, Uncle Pan, but I came here to eat with friends, this isn't appropriate."
Pan Zhaoming frowned. "You child, don't be so polite with me. I didn't see you at Old Tang Family's daughter's wedding the other day. Your parents said you should go..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lin Fan suddenly shouted, startling everyone. He quickly said, "Uncle Pan, I have something to do. It's getting late, so my friend and I have to go!"
He grabbed the bewildered Song Shi'an and ran outside. Song Shi'an, realizing what was happening, said, "The bill hasn't been settled yet!"
Lin Fan then turned around and quickly went to pay the bill, leaving the staff bewildered by his actions.
Once in the car, Song Shi'an stared at Lin Fan: "What's the rush? Do you know that person?"
Lin Fan hesitated for a moment. "I'm not familiar with my parents' friends."
Song Shi'an nodded, then suddenly asked in confusion, "Your parents? The Tang Family's wedding?!"
A series of possibilities suddenly flashed through his mind. He looked at Lin Fan in shock and grabbed Lin Fan's shoulders with both hands. "You're not some rich kid who's come here as an assistant, are you?!"
In an instant, the sky collapsed, and his good assistant was about to be sent flying again!
"What are you saying, bro!" Lin Fan hurriedly explained, "I bought these clothes for 9.9 yuan with free shipping!"
To prove it was true, he pulled up the corner of his shirt and tore a large hole in it.
Song Shi'an released his shoulder, tugged at his clothes, and muttered, "The quality feels alright, for nine yuan and ninety cents, what more could you ask for? Get me a couple too!"
Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, bro."
After dropping the person off at the villa, Lin Fan sat in the car, touching the hole in the wall.
His limited edition! Tears streaming down his face, he pulled out his phone and sent a message in the group chat. "Brothers, does anyone have an unopened copy of that Vensir spring limited edition top?"
Among all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest. "I have some! Too lazy to take them apart, so what? Your parents finally couldn't stand it anymore and cut off your funding!"
Lin Fan: "..."
Of all the monkeys on the mountain, my butt is the reddest. "Okay, I'll shut up. I'll have someone deliver it to you tomorrow."
The phone rang at five o'clock the next morning.
Song Shi'an, with his eyes still closed, fumbled for his phone and answered it, his voice still sleepy as he said, "Hello..."
There was silence on the other end for a while. He opened one eye, saw it was an unknown number, and was about to hang up when the other end spoke, " Song Shi'an, you have one hour to get to the rehearsal room. I hope you can be there on time."
Upon hearing the voice, Song Shi'an opened his eyes wide. " Senior Ye! Yes, yes, I'll definitely be there on time!"
After hanging up the phone, he realized he was chasing after someone to kill them.
He quickly got up, tidied himself up, changed into some casual clothes, put on a mask, pushed his electric scooter out of the garage, and headed towards his destination.
The security guard, seeing a resident he hadn't seen in a long time, smiled and said, "Haven't seen you riding your bike in ages. Are you going to work?"
Song Shi'an stopped and politely greeted him, "Yes, I have to go now, I'll be late later!"
It started up and drove off again with a swipe. The security guard watched its departing figure, full of doubts. This resident must have a lot of things to do.
Upon arriving at his destination, Song Shi'an searched around but couldn't find a parking spot.
Seeing the security personnel standing at the entrance, he asked, "Hello! Excuse me, where is this parking spot?"
The man glanced at his electric scooter and pointed behind him. "There are parking spaces over there."
Song Shi'an said thank you, pushed his cart and ran over there, but couldn't see a single electric bike.
Seeing that he was running out of time, he stopped at an empty spot and quickly ran upstairs.
He opened the door to the practice room, panting, and saw a very cool guy.
Jiang Yue glanced at his watch. "One minute and thirty-two seconds late. Half an hour of extra practice today."
Song Shi'an reluctantly took off her mask. "Okay."
Jiang Yue looked at the face in front of him and clicked his tongue. "I heard from Sister Qinghe that you had no prior experience."
Song Shi'an nodded. "Yes, I haven't learned it."
Jiang Yue stepped forward and made a series of gestures to test his body's flexibility.
He pulled her arm back slightly, frowning, "With such a stiff back, are you going to war?"
Song Shi'an rubbed his lower back, his eyes resolute. " Huaxia men must stand tall!"
Jiang Yue was shocked by his thought process. For the next two hours, people who wanted to sign up passed by the practice room, heard the sounds like pigs being slaughtered inside, and ran away as fast as they could.
Song Shi'an's legs and back were being pressed down, and sweat was dripping down his face. No one had told him that dancing practice was so painful!
Jiang Yue pressed down on his shoulder while counting the beats. "Stop yelling! Tighten your core! The louder you yell, the harder I'll press. Dancing isn't fighting. You need to let go of that stiffness in your body first."
He took a deep breath and lowered his center of gravity.
Jiang Yue noticed his change and raised an eyebrow. "Not bad, you didn't howl for nothing. Hold on for another thirty seconds."
Thirty seconds later, Song Shi'an collapsed onto the floor, lying on his back like a fish that had just been thrown ashore.
Lin Fan poked his head in through the doorway, carrying breakfast in his hand, and asked softly, "Brother, are you still alive?"
Song Shi'an raised a hand and waved it in his direction. "Give me... some water."
Lin Fan quickly came in and handed him water. Song Shi'an drank a few mouthfuls from Lin Fan's hand before he felt like he had come back to life.
Ye Qinghe had arrived sometime earlier and stood at the door, looking at him leisurely. "How are you feeling?"
Song Shi'an propped himself up on the floor, his hair plastered messily to his forehead, sweat rolling down his jawline. " Senior Ye, is this music video trying to murder me?"
Ye Qinghe laughed out loud, "It's only the first day, it'll hurt even more later."