Lin Fan quickly ran over and squatted down beside him, checking him over from head to toe. "Brother, are you alright? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"
Song Shi'an sat on the ground, waved his hand, patted the dust off his jacket, and looked at Lin Fan seriously. "It's nothing, I just want to ask, how was I when I fell down? I should at least die in a cool way, right?"
Lin Fan exclaimed without hesitation, "Absolutely stunning! That angle, that expression, that landing... Bro, don't worry, it's breathtaking!"
Song Shi'an nodded in satisfaction, stood up, patted his bottom, and took out his phone as he walked towards the RV: "Alright, let's get ready and go eat. Check what good food is around here, and we'll go back to Capital after we eat."
The two walked along, heads down, scrolling through their phones, discussing which restaurants had high ratings and which were recommended by locals.
Fang Qi followed his sister's gaze and saw the red figure talking to someone next to her with her head down, her profile outlined cleanly by the harbor lights.
He patted Fang Ruoning on the shoulder. " Ruoning, what are you looking at? I've been calling you for ages."
Fang Ruoning finally came to her senses, her heart still pounding. Looking at the figure below, she softly asked, "Brother, who is he...?"
Fang Qi raised an eyebrow, noticing his sister's strange expression.
He glanced down at the man talking to someone and clicked his tongue. "What, you've got your eye on that little actress? Let me tell you, what kind of clean men do you expect in the entertainment industry? You'd better give up that idea."
Song Shi'an sensed someone watching him, so he precisely raised his head and glanced upwards, meeting two pairs of eyes directly above him.
He paused for a moment, thinking, "This looks like a private port. Could it be staff?"
He gave a polite smile to Lin Fan, then looked down and continued browsing restaurants on his phone.
The moment Fang Qi saw the boy below look up, the words he was about to say suddenly caught in his throat.
After everyone left, Fang Qi stood there in silence for a long while before finally speaking, "It seems... it's not entirely impossible..."
Fang Ruoning rolled her eyes at her brother, then suddenly realized, "Ahhh! I didn't take any pictures!"
After finishing the inventory check and returning home, Fang Ruoning went straight into her room and opened the surveillance footage she had copied from the dock, reviewing it from every angle.
After watching it seven or eight times, she finally remembered to take a screenshot and sent it to her group chat with her girlfriends. "Does anyone know who this is?"
A reply came instantly in the group chat, "This is Song Shi'an, a rising star who's become really popular lately. What happened, sis? Did you run into her?"
Fang Ruoning stared at the three characters " Song Shi'an " and muttered them several times before opening the search box and typing them in.
After staying up all night, Mother Fang asked at the dinner table, "Where's your sister? It's already noon and she hasn't come out for lunch."
Fang Qi took a bite of rice. "Who knows? Maybe she's in a relationship."
Mother Fang put down her chopsticks, her eyes shining. "Whose young man is he? What's he like? Have you seen him before?"
Fang Qi recalled that fleeting glimpse and irritably poked at the rice in his bowl twice.
Looking at her son's expression, Mother Fang asked worriedly, "Our family doesn't care about background. As long as the person has good character Ruoning likes them, that's all that matters. What's with that expression?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs.
Fang Ruoning leaned out from behind the railing, her eyes swollen and dark, and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Mom! I want to take the entrance exam for Jingchen Graduate School!"
Mother Fang looked up at her daughter with a complicated expression. "My dear daughter, Mom supports your decision, but... Jingchen isn't a place you can just get into by donating two buildings."
Fang Qi put the bowl on the table. " Fang Ruoning, you?"
"Mind your own business! I'm going to take the exam!"
The brother and sister exchanged barbs of sarcasm, Mother Fang, sitting in the middle, rubbed her temples.
After enjoying the local cuisine, Song Shi'an and Lin Fan took a bus back to Capital early the next morning, a full week earlier than expected. When they returned, they found another invitation from the principal on their phones.
Besides the school anniversary celebration, the other party also wanted him to give some encouragement to the senior high school students.
Song Shi'an thought about it and realized that he still had to repay the favor of the 20,000 yuan bonus and the school's resources back then.
He forwarded the screenshot to Ji Shuyao, " Brother Yao, we finished filming early and are back. Should I go back for a bit?"
It took Ji Shuyao a while to reply, "Okay, but the school needs to do a good job of security and controlling the flow of people. This can also be considered positive marketing."
Song Shi'an then formally replied to the principal.
I happened to be on the way and went back to check on how Father Song's Mother Song ' shop was doing. I hired someone to take over the shop and renovate it two months ago, but I've been busy filming and haven't been able to go back to see it yet.
The moment Li Xiang received the reply, he slammed his hand on his desk, the sound so loud it shook the hallway.
The senior high school director, who had come to deliver the materials, was startled when he pushed open the door. " Old Li, what's wrong with you?"
"The person has been found! Next Wednesday!" The principal held up his phone, beaming.
The director put down the documents, his face full of doubt. "Who is it? Are people from above coming?"
Do you remember Song Shi'an, our top science student a couple of years ago?
The director thought for a moment and nodded, "Is it the one who got into Jingchen? What do you want with him? I remember that kid has always been quiet and unassuming."
The principal pulled a bunch of merchandise out of his drawer and slammed it on the table. "We've collected a lot of this stuff these past few months. I don't know how it suddenly became so popular. Go ask those high school seniors, eight out of ten of them know him. Tell me, what's more effective than what their idol says?"
The director adjusted his glasses and leaned closer to examine the photo on the surrounding area more closely.
Then he suddenly looked up at the principal. Hmm? This person is Song Shi'an? The child he remembered didn't look like this...
At noon, the principal was patrolling the school corridor when he saw a group of students slumped over the window, half asleep, and sighed.
With just over a month left until the college entrance examination, the rate of students admitted to top-tier universities has been declining in recent years.
They were overshadowed by the other two high schools for several years. If it weren't for Song Shi'an getting into Jingchen School a couple of years ago, they don't know how long they would have been ridiculed.
He touched his increasingly thinning hair, feeling deeply worried.
At 3 p. m. that day, all the teachers held a meeting, and the principal recounted the invitation to Song Shi'an. Some people in the audience frowned.
"Following celebrities already affects studies, what will my parents say if they find out?"
"Yes, if it backfires and the grades don't improve, that would be a real problem."
Another teacher looked up and added, "The school anniversary celebration was going to be held anyway, to give students a break before exams. Don't underestimate the dedication of fans; the influence of a positive role model is far greater than you imagine."
The principal tapped the table on the podium. "It's settled then. All departments responsible for the security procedures and venue arrangements must come up with their plans by today."