Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 133 Jiang Yang, who plays Zhang Xiaoyu, is your boss?

The female reporter raised her voice a few octaves: "You mean, Jiang Yang, who plays Zhang Xiaoyu, is your boss?"

"Yes, I'm signed with Jiang Yang's agency. Brother Yang is my benefactor; he brought me into this industry. He's a very capable person..."

When talking about his boss, Yang Chaoyue didn't hold back his praise.

A sincere expression of loyalty.

The female reporter and the photographer exchanged a glance, both seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.

18 years old, senior in high school, newcomer, lead actor in a TV series broadcast on satellite TV, owner of a talent agency—it's really hard to connect these words together.

In particular, he said such profound things to Yang Chaoyue.

With just a few lines of dialogue, suspense is created, making the story engaging and resonating with the audience's emotional needs.

The interview announcement already had a general outline, and the topics would be based on Yang Chaoyue and Jiang Yang.

The interview certainly can't end now.

The female reporter stood tall and looked radiant.

It's obvious without even thinking that Jiang Yang's identity is anything but ordinary.

Although the interviewee was a new supporting actor, there were just as many interesting aspects to explore as there were for the lead actor.

I found the treasure.

In my mind, a title came to mind on the spot: "The 18-year-old domineering CEO and his entertainment industry training program".

This title is definitely unacceptable; as a reporter from an official media outlet, I need to be meticulous with my headlines.

The female reporter continued interviewing Yang Chaoyue, asking some familiar questions, just going through the motions.

Understanding of character development, views on plot development, and whether the role played incorporates one's own experiences.

These are all issues that must be addressed.

The cameraman turned the lens towards Jiang Yang, adjusted the focus, and magnified Jiang Yang's image so that the footage of Yang Chaoyue and Jiang Yang could be edited together during broadcast, giving the audience something to think about.

"Jiang Yang is really playing games..." the photographer muttered.

Knowing he was about to be interviewed, he was still able to stay calm and play the game, which is rare for someone Jiang Yang's age.

[Under your care, Yang Chaoyue's acting skills have improved, and you have received feedback and gained corresponding attributes.]

You can even get attributes from this.

Is Yang Chaoyue already putting on an act with the reporters?
Jiang Yang glanced at Yang Chaoyue, who was being interviewed by reporters, and saw that Yang Chaoyue had given away the red envelope he had prepared in advance. He knew what was going on.

I can't hear what they're saying.

You could see Yang Chaoyue's smile, though.

It wasn't a genuine, bright smile from afar, but a fake one.

It seems very fake to me.

It's beautiful enough.

He mentioned it to Yang Chaoyue yesterday, suggesting that if he didn't know how to conduct an interview, he should watch some videos of Zhao Jinmai's previous interviews and learn from them.

As a result, Yang Chaoyue learned Zhao Jinmai's fake smile in front of the camera.

Jiang Yang didn't care about this.

How Yang Chaoyue behaves in front of the camera, what her thoughts are, what she aspires to, and what kind of person she wants to become are all her own business.

He will not interfere.

Anyway, it won't stop him from exploiting attributes.

Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well play some games.

The game Honor of Kings was only recently released, but it already has a huge player base.

After completing the tutorial, you can officially enter the game.

The list shows a string of QQ friends who have played this game.

The highest rank is Gold 1, and the lowest rank is Bronze 3.
They were all my classmates from junior high and high school.

The names are both strange and familiar; I seem to know them all, but I can't match them up and can't remember who is who.

"Why are there still people playing games? Shouldn't my classmates be in class right now? They're all playing ranked matches. They're all internet addicts."

Jiang Yang has no interest in ranking.

I'm in my thirties, long past the age of pursuing higher ranks.

I remember that in my previous life, I had only been working for two years when I still had a strong interest in playing League of Legends.

I finally reached the Glory King rank and wanted to show off to my old buddy, only to find that he hadn't logged in for a year.

After starting work, fewer and fewer profile pictures appeared on my friend list.

In the end, only he was left.

From that time on, I stopped pursuing higher ranks. I only play esports for fun.

My brain, which used to be able to recite all the equipment attributes, has become so bad that I can't even be bothered to open the update announcements anymore.

Speed ​​and patience are lost along with the collagen in your face.

I no longer type seriously to discuss tactics with my teammates. When the enemy disappears, I send a signal to my teammates. When my teammates are frustrated, I type to cheer them on.

I'm getting less and less patient.

Endless overtime work, out of touch with the times.

I don't understand the internet slang used by Gen Z.

The late nights I used to spend studying tactics have turned into numb scrolling through short videos.

Later on, I got too lazy to play matchmaking and would just play ARAM as soon as I logged in, just for the sake of not having to think and having fun killing.

I used to look down on mobile esports games like Honor of Kings, but I still play them now.

I despise mobile games, and now I'm too lazy to even turn on my computer.

Also only play ARAM mode

The most frequent message I send in the game is just four words: "If you don't give it to me, I'll send it to you."

They start arguing at the slightest disagreement.

All the stress from work is released through games.

Ten years ago, I would show off my skills in front of my brothers, fantasizing about whether I had the potential to become a professional player. Ten years later, I have become the most hated, most despised, and most detrimental troll in the game.

My favorite hero to play is the Monkey King.

Those 1v5 plays are like pimples; they disappear forever with metabolism.

The golden cudgel can no longer display the same vigor and spirit it once possessed.

Jiang Yang subconsciously wanted to start a game of ARAM, but his gaze froze: "Huh, where's ARAM?"

Only then did he react.

现在只有1V1，3V3和5V5模式，没有极地大乱斗。

Forget it.

Let's just play a 5v5 match.

Within seconds, I was matched with an opponent.

Jiang Yang chose the newly released first hero, Sun Wukong.

After selecting his hero, Jiang Yang quickly typed in his teammates' chat: "Leave the top lane to me. If I go and don't come back, then I won't come back."
Teammate Arthur messaged: ["What does that mean? I don't understand. Explain it clearly."]
Jiang Yang typed again: [“Monkey top lane, if you don’t give it to him, you’ll feed.”]
A Mercedes-Benz Vito passed by Yang Chaoyue, who was being interviewed, bypassed the media reporters' area, and drove into a parking space.

The car windows are tinted with dark privacy film, and it is equipped with privacy curtains and airline-style seats.

Zhao Jinmai leaned back in her chair, her eyes weary.

I stayed up all night last night working on a test.

The dark circles under my eyes were covered by concealer.

On New Year's Eve, I tore up my mother's schedule. When she came home and saw it, she gave me a stern lecture as usual.

Make a new plan for yourself.

I finally mustered up the courage to have a fight with my mother.

In the following days, I focused on studying every day without stopping, which improved my mother's attitude towards me.

Zhao Jinmai was very clear that she was not trying to please her mother, and that she was no longer living for her mother's approval.

I'm just studying for myself and walking my own path.

She will no longer confide her troubles to adults, nor will she try to make them understand her... except for Jiang Yang.

The desire to confide disappears, and childhood ends more quickly.

Learn how adults handle things in advance, because some troubles are destined to be dealt with alone.

"Sister Chaoyue!"

The moment Zhao Jinmai saw Yang Chaoyue, her tired eyes cleared.

If Sister Chaoyue is here, Jiang Yang must be here too.

Saw!
Jiang Yang was sitting in the media section.

Just then, I had a math problem last night that I couldn't quite figure out.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Zhao Jinmai opened the car door to get out, but Hu Lin stopped her: "What's the rush? Director Wang and Teacher Huang Lei haven't arrived yet, and the reporters are all here. Don't just wander around aimlessly. Listen to me."

"Mom, I'm not going out to play. Jiang Yang is really good at studying. I'm going to ask him to teach me how to do my homework."

(End of this chapter)