For the next week, Song Shi'an spent his time either filming some scattered scenes from the drama or training, practically making the training base his home.
The crew filming the behind-the-scenes footage watched helplessly as a complete novice spun and jumped on the ice on the last day, almost hitting the camera with his chin.
Xiao Heng stood on the sidelines, smiling contentedly. The cameraman turned the lens to film him, but Xiao Heng raised his hand to cover his face. "It's in the contract, I won't be on camera."
The cameraman had no choice but to turn the lens back to Song Shi'an; Xiao Heng really knew how to hide his true identity better than anyone else.
The night before the shoot Song Shi'an had a good night's sleep, and woke up early to get her hair done.
This is the first time he's dyed his hair red, which is quite unusual.
The hairstylist swept all the bangs back, exposing the forehead, leaving the entire face completely exposed under the light, instantly revealing the sharpness in the eyes and brows.
When he came out after changing his clothes, the stylist stared at him for a while. "This... is quite good!"
Song Shi'an lowered his head, covering the semi-transparent mesh at his waist, feeling it was all show and no substance, letting in a draft...
He spun around in front of the mirror twice. His black figure skating suit was completely covered, but the waist area was so thin it was almost like he wasn't wearing anything. The air conditioning in the venue made it feel chilly.
The director walked over and looked him up and down. "This physique is good; he works out well. We'll shoot close-ups of his face later, but the high-difficulty jumps can be done by a stunt double."
Song Shi'an said there were no problems and went to change into his ice skates.
After changing into his ice skates and stepping outside, he heard a commotion and immediately saw the densely packed crowd in the stands. He nudged Lin Fan and asked, "How much did all these extras cost?"
"We've booked the entire venue for filming today. The venue sent out a notice yesterday that anyone who comes as an extra today can skate for free for two days after filming," Lin Fan whispered, leaning closer. "You get to experience filming and skate for free at the same time—why not?"
Song Shi'an just wanted to give the director a thumbs up; here come the ready-made extras.
A group of people entered the venue in a bustling manner and took their seats under the guidance of the event staff.
Fu Shiya yawned, sat down, and said to her best friend, "Why are you here on the weekend instead of taking a break...?"
Lin Fei chuckled and pinched her cheek, "We've been on vacation for several days, and you've been cooped up in the hotel every day. Come out and have some fun! They say they're filming a movie here, so come and be an extra for a bit."
Fu Shiya wiped away the tears welling up in her eyes. "What's so fun about this? If you want to act, just go work at your cousin's company and you'll debut in no time."
Lin Fei pouted. "What do you know? My dream is to be a powerful woman like my sister, a CEO or something, how impressive!"
Fu Shiya rolled her eyes at her. "You? A CEO? You're more like someone who gets laid off all the time..."
Ignoring her sarcasm, Lin Fei watched expectantly as the staff moved the equipment below.
Suddenly, her eyes caught sight of a familiar figure. Fu Shiya noticed her stunned expression and said, "I was just joking. What are you looking at?"
Seeing that she didn't answer, he followed her gaze and exclaimed, his eyes wide, "What's your brother doing here?"
Lin Fei was also baffled. "Didn't he go to work at my cousin's company? Could he be on a business trip here?"
As the two were whispering to each other, the noisy crowd in the venue suddenly quieted down.
All eyes turned to the direction of the ice rink entrance.
Song Shi'an glided into the arena on ice skates, his slender and agile figure wrapped in a jet-black performance costume.
The semi-transparent mesh long sleeves of the top vaguely covered the arms, and the fabric was studded with tiny rhinestones. The high neck hugged the neck, and the body of the top flowed down the waistline.
The slim-fit trousers clung tightly to the legs, outlining firm and smooth muscle lines, with the cuffs neatly tucked over the black ice skates.
The stands were silent for several seconds, then erupted without warning.
Song Shi'an's fans screamed in the crowd. Just as they were about to raise their phones, the production crew shouted through a megaphone, "Sorry, the plot is currently confidential. Please cooperate and do not film."
The girl dejectedly put away her phone and muttered, "Okay."
A local resident who had never followed celebrities before turned around and asked, "Who is this actor? Why such a big reaction?"
The girl instantly perked up, leaned closer, and whispered, " Song Shi'an! He's super popular! You won't regret becoming a fan! He can do everything! Everything you can think of!"
Song Shi'an stepped onto the ice and slid to the center of the field. The director's lights shone down, and a spotlight fell directly onto the ice from the top of the venue.
He glanced down and saw that the beam of light had landed about half a meter off-center from his feet.
He subtly moved two small steps to the side, standing in the very center of the beam of light, and nodded in satisfaction.
Someone in the audience couldn't help but chuckle, then quickly covered their mouth.
The director, holding a megaphone, shouted, "All actors, take your positions! Let's do a rehearsal! Lights ready!"
The lights in the stadium all went out at once, leaving only a spotlight shining on him.
Song Shi'an lowered his head as the prelude to the music began.
The bass notes of the piano flowed from the surrounding speakers, and he opened his eyes to the rhythm as his ice skates began to glide.
Cross steps, push-offs, accelerations—every movement exudes a fluidity achieved only after hundreds of repetitions.
With each movement, her red hair rose and fell behind her head, like a flame burning on ice.
He glided across the ice with his arms outstretched, the skates making a crisp sound as they sliced through the ice.
The spotlight chased after him, the glittering diamonds flickering and dancing under the light, spinning and getting faster and faster.
Her body tightened into a straight line, her red hair whipped out in a bright arc, and the entire venue fell silent for a few seconds with the sound of the wind.
At the last moment, he released his arms and stopped, his chest heaving wildly, and bowed with one hand to the surrounding stands.
In an instant, applause and cheers surged from all directions.
Passersby outside the stadium peered curiously into the arena. Was there a match today?
Listening to the sounds around him, Song Shi'an marveled at how impressive the extras were; the cheers were truly exhilarating, and he almost thought he had actually won a championship.
Many professionals may not understand what's going on, but if they follow the crowd, feel the atmosphere, and shout along, that's the right thing to do.
Fu Shiya looked at the man in the center of the ice rink and found him increasingly familiar, but that didn't stop her from cheering along.
Lin Fei excitedly grabbed her arm. "How was it! Wasn't it worth it?"
Even though someone was watching to prevent filming, the video still leaked out.
In the scene, a head of bright red hair is wildly unrestrained, dancing, gliding, and spinning on the ice; every frame is full of vitality.
The comment section was instantly flooded with comments after the short clip of the final bowing farewell, lasting only a dozen seconds, was uploaded to D Station.