Chapter 469: Chapter 469: A Complete Work of Art
After Xiao Yu’s friend left, she could hardly focus on the ice sculpture anymore. Her eyes stuck to Song Shiye like glue, filled with fiery admiration.
Song Shiye picked up a small chisel, just about to help her polish the edges, when she suddenly snatched it away from him: "This is too dangerous. Better not. What if you accidentally hurt your hand and it leaves a scar? That would be awful!"
Her eyes were full of concern, leaving Song Shiye utterly baffled. Just a moment ago, she was annoyed at him for getting in the way. What caused this sudden change?
"Girl, what’s wrong with you? Weren’t you just bothered by this ’handsome little guy’? Now you’re worried for him? Isn’t that a bit duplicitous of you? Not hung up on your lousy ex-boyfriend anymore? Already lusting over this cutie?" Xiao Yu teased mercilessly.
"Don’t talk nonsense! It’s nothing like what you’re thinking!" The young girl immediately objected. Unable to hide her thoughts from her bestie, she leaned closer and spilled everything, word for word.
"What? This is the real Song Shiye?" Xiao Yu was so shocked she dropped the chisel in her hand. To think she’d paid only 280 yuan for the top-tier star’s personal, attentive service—she truly hit the jackpot.
But Xiao Yu couldn’t keep a secret—you could call her a blabbermouth. After learning that Song Shiye and the others were intentionally disguised for a mission, she immediately spilled the beans to the other five researchers present.
These five researchers were die-hard fans of Song Shiye. The moment they found out, they couldn’t keep calm.
"I might as well donate these useless eyes of mine; my idol was right in front of me, and I didn’t even recognize him!"
"My Buddha, my immortal soul—280 yuan to get close to my idol? My fangirl luck this year is off the charts!"
Upon realizing the truth behind the disguise, everyone got a bit excited but tried their best to stay composed. Their idol still had a recording to finish. They couldn’t disturb him so easily.
The fans were quite rational, refraining from spreading the news too widely and only seizing a few photo opportunities.
Xiao Yu, however, was different. She wasn’t a fan of Song Shiye. Online, she was just another gossip-eater, and this once-in-a-lifetime interaction with a top-tier celebrity seemed too rare not to show off. Unable to resist, she posted a live update on social media.
The amusement park was filled with visitors queuing for attractions. Most were scrolling through short videos on their phones to pass the time. Before long, one of them spotted a nearby update.
"Y’all have no idea—just an ordinary trip to the amusement park and I bumped into a top-tier celebrity shooting a show. Not only that, I got a one-on-one ice-sculpting lesson! Whose fans are jealously crying over me right now? @Song Shiye"
The accompanying caption oozed with flaunting, paired with a video of Song Shiye teaching ice sculpting, hand over hand.
Disguised in a warlord-style outfit to obscure his youthful charm, his tall, lean physique—broad shoulders and narrow waist—stood out prominently. The modified look made his face more defined and mature, radiating an impulsive charm reminiscent of a reformed bad boy. Even non-fans exclaimed they couldn’t handle it.
Fans who saw the video instantly abandoned the queues, rushing to the scene shown in the clip. They were already aware Song Shiye was filming recently, and this costume clearly indicated it was part of a task. A chance for an up-close experience with their idol? They couldn’t let it slip away.
Even non-fans, curious to see how a TV star looked in real life, joined the crowd surging toward the ice-sculpture station.
Fans who had stayed at the station earlier were already green with regret. They couldn’t believe they’d missed an opportunity to get star treatment better than even the priciest VIP concert ticket—all for just 280 yuan!
Sang Ning found it strange. More and more people were gathering around their booth, most of whom encircled Song Shiye, looking at him like wolves eyeing a lamb.
At first, she didn’t think much of it and assumed people were drawn to Qin Feng’s and Song Shiye’s appearances.
It wasn’t until someone stood in front of her, blinking wide eyes, and asked if she was Sang Ning that she realized something was wrong. That younger girl from earlier must have blabbed everything. Sang Ning quickly shook her head in denial. The person didn’t press further.
Although the onlookers were reasonably restrained so far and hadn’t revealed Song Shiye’s identity outright, Sang Ning knew that might not last. If they were surrounded, escaping would become nearly impossible.
Sang Ning instructed Lu Yujing and Jiang Xiaoti to take Li Haidong and Wei Lan to the program’s designated rest area first. Then, she casually approached Song Shiye and Qin Feng, pretending to have something urgent before pulling them aside. Once they escaped the encirclement, she urged them to flee, explaining the situation as they walked.
Qin Feng remained nonchalant, even curious to experience being mobbed by fans. But Song Shiye’s legs were practically vibrating with urgency—they were a blur. He had vivid memories of running for five streets to escape being chased by fans before. Exhausted then, he had no desire to relive the nightmare today.
They managed to put a good distance between themselves and the crowd. However, some less restrained fans finally reacted, yelling, "They’re running! Quick, go after them!"
But Sang Ning had already charted an escape route. In no time, they made it to the program’s arranged rest area.
The amusement park was in complete chaos. Fans led the chase, and bystanders, upon hearing "there’s a big celebrity in the park," couldn’t resist joining just to see what was happening. Soon, even those who didn’t follow celebrities were swept up by herd mentality, running after the crowd.
From the park’s aerial view, a swarm of people rushed down the streets. To the uninformed, it might have looked like the apocalypse—zombies invading the city.
Park staff quickly noticed the disturbance and scrambled to restore order. The production team, worried about potential safety issues in the growing crowd, made a joint announcement with the park. Using loudspeakers, they clarified that the show’s guests had already left and urged everyone to stay rational and safe. Upon hearing the guests were gone, the excited throng lost interest and slowly dispersed, returning to whatever they had been doing.
The show’s director, experiencing firsthand the terror of handling a male top-tier celebrity, found the day’s plans upended. They decided to head to a less crowded amusement park with fewer attractions to finish filming.
On the way to the next location, Sang Ning finally relaxed on the car ride. "Good thing I didn’t collect money from those seven girls, or I’d have no idea how to refund them. No money exchanged means no obligations, so those promised group photos are off the table."
"Crap, we forgot to take our ice sculptures!" Jiang Xiaoti suddenly exclaimed, her voice full of alarm.
Lu Yujing, leaning back with eyes closed, responded lazily, "Forget it, just leave them. Those lousy ice sculptures were useless anyway; better off out of sight."
Meanwhile, back at the ice-sculpting station in the amusement park...
The ice-sculpting master who had guided Sang Ning and her team earlier had returned to help visitors. While taking a break, his gaze inadvertently fell on a familiar box.
Isn’t that the box I prepared earlier today for the guest team’s ice sculptures?
Who the heck is so uncivilized, leaving trash lying around like this?
Picking up the box, he felt its weight—it was still full. They hadn’t even taken their works! How irresponsible.
Upon further inspection, he noticed two small initials, "SN," scribbled in the lower right corner of the box—an identifying marker he had written to distinguish the containers. Instantly, Sang Ning’s face popped into his mind.
Of course. It must belong to that lazy, unmotivated girl from earlier. Figures. Her creation must’ve been so ugly and terrible that she abandoned it out of sheer embarrassment.
Snorting in disdain, he decided to open the box to catch a glimpse of the monstrosity inside—curious to see just how dreadful it was.
But when the lid came off, his once-mocking gaze froze in place.
What garbage? This was a masterpiece, an undeniable work of art!
