Everyone present was still immersed in the image of Xia Yu jumping off the building.
The beautiful visuals, the hair blowing in the wind, the smile on the lips before falling—every frame is like a meticulously composed movie poster.
Only Song Shi'an himself was screaming wildly inside.
Help! Wire handler, are you in a hurry to get off work?! Is this the normal starting speed for wire work?! It's taking off, bro!
He was pulled by a steel wire and launched off the edge of a rooftop more than ten stories high. The feeling of weightlessness shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. His soul was still in the same place, but he had already flown several meters away.
The wind whistled past his ears, and he gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.
His heart returned to its original position only after he landed safely, and the staff rushed over to unfasten his safety harness.
Song Shi'an stood for a while, leaning on the protective mat next to him; his legs were still trembling slightly.
I also experienced what it's like to go straight downstairs without taking the elevator, and the experience was terrible. I don't recommend it!
The director's voice came through the walkie-talkie, brimming with excitement. "Great! That take is a hit!"
After Song Shi'an recovered, the makeup artist made him film another scene where he was in a pool of blood.
He was covered in blood, from his face and neck to his hands. He lay down on the ground, closed his eyes, and pretended to be dead.
As he lay on the ground, his mind blank, he suddenly felt that the scene was illogical. How could a person who had fallen from more than ten stories be intact?
The photo he took is like a portrait; it captures a sense of fragmentation, but not to the fullest extent.
The other actors playing students surrounded them according to their positions, screams rising and falling, some shouting for emergency help, others crying.
Surrounded by the crowd, he lay on the ground with his eyes closed, completely unmoved. Finally, it was time to go home...
"Cut! Xia Yu's filming wrapped!"
The director walked over with a smile, holding a red envelope in his hand. " Xiao An, this is a wrap-up bonus, just for good luck."
Song Shi'an took it with both hands, and subtly pinched its thickness with his fingertips. This thickness is quite substantial!
He quickly replied, "It's my pleasure, thank you, director!"
Lin Fan squeezed through the crowd and ran over, holding wet wipes and bottled water, his eyes a little red. "Brother! It breaks my heart! I almost jumped after you when you jumped!"
Song Shi'an took the wet wipes and wiped the blood off his face. Seeing that he looked like he was about to cry, he patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't talk nonsense. This is my job. I got paid for it. Come on, I'll treat you to milk tea."
Lin Fan watched as Song Shi'an carelessly rummaged through the red envelope to see how many banknotes there were, and his lips twitched.
The bystanders were still immersed in the story, but he, the person directly involved, was more immersive than anyone else. With this kind of mindset, he would succeed in anything he did.
Song Shi'an bought Lin Fan a cup of milk tea and a small cake, then urged him to go back and rest.
Lin Fan's dark circles under his eyes were really unbearable to look at; if he kept going like that, he might turn into a giant panda and need to be protected.
He glanced at the time; it was past one o'clock. He had promised Jiang Ye he would go to the gas station.
I rushed back, but when I got to the school gate, I realized that this lousy school was ridiculously big, and outside cars weren't allowed on campus, so I could only ride shared bikes.
He scanned a shared bike, pedaled incredibly fast, overtaking three other students riding bikes along the way, and almost performed a drift at a turn.
Upon arriving at the outside of Stadium No. 2, I could hear the cacophony of noise from inside even before I went in.
He paused for a moment, had he gone to the wrong place? The commotion didn't sound like a basketball game between departments, but more like a college league.
Taking out his phone and scrolling through the group messages, Chi Xun had sent several messages in a row. The latest one read, "Gymnasium No. 2 is a bit crowded, so please be careful and remember to wear your mask!"
He put on his mask and slipped in through the side door at the back of the stadium.
I was stunned by the sea of people as soon as I entered. The stands were packed with people, and even the steps in the aisle were filled with people sitting on the ground. Some were recording videos with their phones, others were holding up banners to cheer, and there was even a girl with a sticker on her face that read " Pei Zhiyan will win" glaring at a boy next to her who was holding up a banner that read "The Department of Physical Education will win".
Such a small competition attracted so many people; it seems China people love to join in the fun.
There were practically no seats available. Song Shi'an looked around and found a corner at the very edge to stand in.
The game had been going on for a while, and the shouts of "Go Finance Department!" from several girls next to him almost shattered his eardrums.
He spotted Jiang Ye's signature red hair on the court. Pei Zhiyan, wearing a white jersey, was dribbling the ball. He faked out the defender and made a jump shot.
Song Shi'an raised an eyebrow, surprised that they were actually quite good at playing ball.
Jiang Ye usually seems carefree and nonchalant, but once he gets on the field, he's like a completely different person, moving around incredibly fast.
Pei Zhiyan was frighteningly calm, managing to pass the ball steadily even when sandwiched between two opponents.
Chi Xun on the bench, wasn't playing, but he wasn't idle either. He was glaring at the players on the sports department's bench, the two of them exchanging deadly rays across the entire sideline.
Sparks flew everywhere, and the people nearby automatically moved to the sides, afraid of being accidentally injured.
Pei Zhiyan scored another goal, and the whole stadium cheered.
Just as Song Shi'an was about to clap along, a muffled thud suddenly came from the field. A teammate from the Finance Department fell to the ground, clutching his knee and curling up on the floor.
People from both sides immediately surrounded him. Song Shi'an was completely bewildered; he was fine just a moment ago, so how did he suddenly collapse?
He quickly squeezed into the crowd, just in time to hear the person opposite him say sarcastically, "What? Can't accept defeat?"
Pei Zhiyan stood at the front, her voice several degrees colder than usual. "These despicable tactics are truly contemptible."
The tall PE student opposite him scoffed disdainfully and raised his middle finger.
He disliked Pei Zhiyan from the very beginning. What was he doing acting so arrogantly at school just because his family had some money? Today, he had to make this young master call him "Dad" on the spot.
This made Song Shi'an a little unhappy. Wait, what's wrong with this guy?
He immediately pushed his way to the front, raised two middle fingers at the man, one in each hand, to even things out.
Jiang Ye turned his head and first saw the two middle fingers he was holding up, like a cat with its fur standing on end and sharp claws raised. He almost burst out laughing, "When did you get here?"
"You two started arguing a little while ago." Song Shi'an calmly withdrew his middle finger.
The injured teammate was helped to the sidelines; his knee was badly injured and he clearly couldn't play anymore. Chi Xun stood up and said, "I'll play in the next game."
Pei Zhiyan patted him on the shoulder. "Just do your best."
Chi Xun pushed up his glasses. "We have to make the other side bow their heads, admit their mistakes, and call us 'daddy,' but my skills aren't great, so I might hold you back."
A sarcastic sneer drifted over from the opposing bench, "Have you all agreed on this? Do you even have anyone left for the second half? If not, you might as well admit defeat, call us 'daddy,' and the field will be ours, hahahahaha!"
Song Shi'an unzipped his coat and silently raised his hand.
"Um... how about I do it? I was on the basketball team in high school."
He really does know how to do it. In his past life, he was a small forward on the basketball team in college. He played for four years, from high school to college. Although he wasn't at a professional level, he did play a few city-level games with the school team. Back then, there were prize money for these games, so he played pretty well...