Song Shi'an didn't understand for a moment. What did it mean that Young General Wei had a personal account?
I searched for Wei Jinghong again and found an account with a photo of him on horseback as its profile picture, which had over a million followers.
When I clicked on the videos, they were all behind-the-scenes clips of him on set: rehearsing, preparing for scenes, riding horses, even squatting by the roadside eating watermelon. I clicked on one at random, and my anxiety died.
Lin Fan added insult to injury, "Those behind-the-scenes clips were filmed really well. Many fans said they felt very real, which can be considered as making up for the regrets of drama fans."
Song Shi'an put his phone back in his pocket and sighed. This was fine too, so he wouldn't have to endure the resentment of being in the industry too much and have fans sending him razor blades.
Back in his dorm, staring at the razor blades in the delivery box, he fell silent. It was exactly what he feared...
Chi Xun the door and saw Song Shi'an, he exclaimed, "You're finally back! Well done, you've brought honor to our school!"
Song Shi'an put the razor blade box aside. "This is considered commendable, isn't it?"
Chi Xun tossed his bag onto the bed. "Of course! There's even a poll on Weibo. The winner is naturally that memory master Zoe, but you pulled off a brilliant comeback!"
He glanced at the delivery box and leaned in to look at it. "You've had a lot of deliveries lately. I've been the one who brought them all back from the dorm manager's. What are they?"
Song Shi'an handed him the box. "Take it if you want; this amount will last you until you're eighty."
Chi Xun opened it and his face turned green. "This is too much! Who sent this? Find him and shove this razor blade in his mouth!"
Song Shi'an was both amused and exasperated. "It's not that bad, it's not that bad. Too much bloodshed and violence... Let's be more civilized. This is a society governed by law."
That very night, he started searching for driving schools, determined to drive the sports car he had always dreamed of.
The online buzz continued to soar, with Wei Jinghong's popularity and the variety show's popularity keeping Song Shi'an on the trending topics list for three whole days.
Opening D Station reveals a deluge of archaeological videos.
"I'm begging you, my D Station is practically turning into Song Shi'an's personal fashion show!!!"
"According to statistics, this man's skills are now beyond the reach of ordinary people. Did he not drink the Meng Po soup when he was reincarnated...?"
"Do people still need to drink the Meng Po soup (soup of oblivion) nowadays? What did you eat for lunch yesterday? Please answer in five seconds!"
"Can I say I don't even remember if I ate or not? I'm useless. A useless life needs no explanation..."
"I've never been a fan of celebrities, but after watching this variety show, all I can say is that their memory is amazing! They can even forget what I ate just a second ago!"
"A blogger has dug up all the trending topics he's been on since his debut. I can only say this guy's career luck is terrifyingly strong. There are no scandals or controversies. He's basically been filming non-stop all year! He's practically a fighter jet in the entertainment industry!"
"Who understands the pain of my favorite idol debuting in the morning and then collapsing in the afternoon? My idol has never stood up!"
The online discussion was in full swing, Song Shi'an had already found a driving school near the school to practice driving.
He was very excited during his first driving lesson; the thought of getting his driver's license and being able to drive a sports car gave him a burst of energy.
As soon as his afternoon class ended, Song Shi'an rode his yellow bike to the driving school. When several people were crammed into one bike, Song Shi'an couldn't laugh anymore.
The instructor, sitting in the passenger seat, said, "One at a time! Keep an eye on them when one of them is practicing!"
All of them were novices, and the car in front kept stopping and starting. Song Shi'an gripped his seatbelt tightly, fearing for his life.
The girl next to him had her face flushed red. Song Shi'an glanced at her and thought, "See? It's not that he's scared; anyone would be."
Finally, it was his turn. The coach taught him step by step, and Song Shi'an learned very diligently.
The girl next to him was trying very hard not to disturb him, while another girl who had finished her training quietly apologized, "I didn't drive very well just now, please don't mind."
The girl shook her head and whispered, "It's okay, it's okay. It's everyone's first time, it's fine as it is."
Just as the coach was about to take a sip of tea, Song Shi'an slammed on the brakes, spilling water all over the coach's clothes.
The coach slammed the lid of his thermos shut. "This is truly the worst class I've ever taught!"
Song Shi'an smiled sheepishly.
He finally breathed a sigh of relief after training ended. He turned on the tap, took a sip of water, and pulled out his phone to see a video link posted by Chi Xun in the F4 Group chat. " Shi'an, are you going to practice driving?"
Song Shi'an's heart skipped a beat. "No way, they knew that?"
Clicking the link leads to a video of him practicing driving while sitting in a car wearing a mask and hat; even the instructor said that their class, which was the worst in the class, was included.
In the comments section, someone even posted a picture of him riding his shared bike to driving school, Song Shi'an found incredibly unbelievable.
What happened to the saying that life doesn't have that many spectators? His spectators are practically filling the entire stadium.
Before he had even finished practicing driving, Song Shi'an was already packed into the film crew.
All the way there, Lin Fan kept saying, "Brother, if you want to practice driving, just ask me! I'm a really good driver, I can teach you!"
Song Shi'an stuffed the pancake in his hand into Lin Fan's mouth, giving him a resentful look. "Don't mention this again!"
Lin Fan took the pancake off the table and manually mimed zipping up his mouth.
Suddenly remembering something, he picked up his tablet and changed the subject. "Brother, I heard a lot of people came to the start of filming. When you get there, get your hair and makeup done first, then go to the set."
Song Shi'an squinted and nodded.
Once he arrived at the location, the stylist worked on him and put together a casual outfit. After changing, he headed towards the film set.
Before even arriving at the destination, I could hear a huge crowd of voices outside. I went to the window and was stunned. "So many people? Which big shot has arrived?"
Lin Fan blinked but didn't say anything.
Song Shi'an turned his head. "Is your eye twitching?"
Lin Fan helplessly spread his hands. "These are all my fans, and maybe fans of other teachers too. They're all here to watch the opening ceremony."
Song Shi'an looked over in disbelief. It was a sea of people, with banners, light boards, and hand signs covering the ground. If it weren't for security guards blocking the way, he probably wouldn't have been able to move.
After the car came to a complete stop, he had no choice but to get out. The moment the door opened, a tidal wave of screams rushed towards him, making his eardrums ring.
Song Shi'an smiled and waved to everyone. A banner in the front row stood out prominently, its red background and white lettering reading, "For driving lessons, please call: 151 xxxx xxxx".
Below that, in smaller print, is the message: "All-inclusive driving school package, guaranteed to teach and teach until you learn, with An'an's dedicated coaching team."
Song Shi'an almost lost his composure; there was really no need for that.
He posed for photos with fans and carefully collected the envelopes they handed him.
Lin Fan's bag was already stuffed full; the zipper could barely be closed.
Looking at the bulging bag, Song Shi'an turned his head and, remembering the banner from earlier, couldn't help but ask, "Was that banner held up by anti-fans...?"
Lin Fan took out his phone and scrolled through it. "It seems to be a fan site, called something like ' An'an's Driving God Dream Support Club."