Public opinion reversed in an instant, Leqi's official website quickly followed suit, posting a message: "Mr. Song, don't be sad. Leqi has delivered the same model of your car to your company. From now on Leqi will take care of your car!"
The comments section was filled with people just joining in the fun.
"You're good at jumping on the bandwagon, aren't you? Always keeping up with current events! But it's really good, I'm placing my order. But I'm warning you, you'd better give An'an a referral fee."
"I got this by exposing my dirty secrets; you just happened to be in the right place at the right time."
"Wow, Leqi on this. I always thought it had gone out of business, but it turns out it's still alive."
"Judging from the style, it's from several years ago. Based on that, An'an must have bought it secondhand."
"Why do I feel even more heartbroken? Waaah, An'an, don't be sad, the bad guys will be caught! They won't even spare the little electric scooter!"
When Song Shi'an saw the news that night, he lost all his dignity; now the whole world knew his eMule was gone.
Someone browsing secondhand items on a secondhand app came across a Capital IP address that specializes in selling secondhand electric scooters.
The homepage prominently featured that Little Green car I'd only seen that afternoon.
There are already hundreds of comments in the comment section, all posted within the last two minutes. Refreshing the page shows that it has already been sold.
The next morning, Song Shi'an huddled in his blankets, refusing to face reality and choosing to play dead. He sent Ye Qinghe a message asking for leave.
"Okay, get some rest. I watched the recording yesterday, and you practiced well. There's no rush, take it slow." Ye Qinghe replied instantly.
Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief and lay down on the bed like a salted fish.
It wasn't until after 10 o'clock that the doorbell rang. He jumped up and went to open the door. His ordered feast had arrived!
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lin Fan. Song Shi'an looked outside and said, "This isn't my lunch."
Lin Fan held up the keys in his hand. "Brother, I found your little electric scooter!"
Song Shi'an's eyes lit up. "The police found it? So fast!"
Lin Fan scratched his head. "This was one of the large items the company signed for this morning. The thief probably had a change of heart and returned it."
Song Shi'an instantly felt revitalized; all that was good about his car being back was that he was in a better mood. He ate better, and became even more enthusiastic about dancing.
The following week, aside from attending classes, he spent all his time practicing dance, making rapid progress, and the music video was filmed ahead of schedule.
The dance portion was filmed later; the story portion was filmed first. This song is about love between adults—passionate, intense, and carefree.
Song Shi'an glanced at the dark red shirt, its collar almost flaring out to his chest, and subconsciously pulled it closer.
"Don't be shy, Ms. Song, this looks sexy," the stylist said with a smile.
"Isn't that a bit much?" Song Shi'an let go of her hand, feeling a little embarrassed.
The director popped out, gave it an appreciative look, and said, "No exaggeration, it's beautiful. Don't worry, anything too explicit wouldn't pass censorship."
The director was inwardly screaming that he didn't want this either! Stars Entertainment practically had a gun to his head warning him that the kid was still young, and if he went too far, he'd be in big trouble.
The bar scene was set up, and Song Shi'an's task for filming later was to sit on a high stool on the stage, hold a microphone, and sing two lines of the theme song.
Song Shi'an plopped down on the chair, his long legs just touching the ground, making them appear even longer.
He picked up the microphone that was placed in front of him, gripped the handle with his long index finger adorned with a bone ring, and tested the height.
The director watched with satisfaction, a slightly lewd, aunt-like smile spreading across his face.
"Stop smiling, don't scare the children," Ye Qinghe said from the side.
The director immediately put it away and joked, " Qinghe, I'm not kidding, it's amazing that you managed to find such a gem. With your voice, she's bound to be a huge hit both at home and abroad!"
"Don't you even know who I am?" Ye Qinghe said with a smile. "Alright, let's begin in a bit."
Song Shi'an sat on a high stool, listening to the director and Ye Qinghe's back-and-forth conversation, feeling like a work of art waiting to be exhibited.
"It's just singing a couple of lines, why are you acting like you're about to debut?" He cleared his throat and gently rubbed his fingers on the microphone handle.
Lin Fan was holding up his phone in the distance, filming behind-the-scenes moments of his brother's performance.
The boy in the video has his dark red shirt collar open, revealing the lines of his collarbone and the faint outline of his chest muscles.
Her sleeves were casually rolled up to her forearms, and the silver bracelet on her wrist shimmered under the spotlight.
He leaned back slightly, his back against the chair back, one leg bent and placed on the footstool, while the other leg stretched out naturally forward.
He was like a man who stepped out of a dark-toned movie, languid yet aggressive.
Every frame looked like a magazine spread. Lin Fan put his phone away with satisfaction. Today was another day he was moved to tears by his brother's good looks!
The director walked over to Song Shi'an and whispered, "Later, just lip-sync a couple of lines, we'll do the dubbing later."
Song Shi'an nodded. "Okay, okay."
The director clapped his hands and shouted in a strong voice, "Alright, crew members can leave now. Let's get ready to film! Teacher Song, Teacher Ye, get ready!"
Ye Qinghe walked to the booths below the stage.
Everyone was in position. The director said, "Play the music! Action!"
The boy in the video is like a rose blooming in a raging fire, with a touch of roguishness and a hint of unapproachable coldness.
The lights shone on his face, the intro began, and a sexy voice sang from his lips.
Song Shi'an sang several lines without hearing the director call "cut," so he simply continued singing earnestly, finishing the rest of the song along with Ye Qinghe's part.
As the song ended, the director snapped out of his daze, "Okay! That's a wrap!"
The director replayed the scene he had just witnessed, nodding repeatedly. In the script, the male lead was a bar singer and a musician who only wanted to find someone who was kindred spirits and understood him.
Ye Qinghe plays the character who, by chance, enters this bar and meets his musical muse; the two hit it off immediately.
Ye Qinghe's eyes changed very well in the shot, from curiosity to appreciation, and then to an emotion that even he couldn't understand. In any case, it was perfect!
Song Shi'an slid off the chair; his bottom was a little numb. Lin Fan quickly handed him his coat and whispered, "Brother, you sang so well!"
Song Shi'an gestured at him, "Don't you even know who your brother is!"
Ye Qinghe walked over and joked, "My agent just came over to ask if you'd be interested in switching to our company. The pay will definitely be better than what you're getting at your current company."
Song Shi'an was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand. "No, no, no, Teacher Ye, I can't afford the penalty for breach of contract..."
Looking at his serious expression, Ye Qinghe couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Just kidding, the big screen suits you better."
Over the next two days, all the indoor scenes were filmed.
On the last day, the director said, "Teacher Song, we'll be filming an outdoor scene in a couple of days, involving playing the violin. For this, you just need to get the poses right. You can watch some videos to practice, or ask Teacher Ye."