Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 140: Harvesting Attributes Becomes Harvesting Blood Pressure

"Anything else? We ordered braised pork knuckle rice, would you like some milk tea?" Jiang Yang asked.

Yang Chaoyue leaned forward and slowly walked towards Jiang Yang, glancing at Jiang Yang's phone screen with a smile on his face.

The eyes are soft.

Seeing Jiang Yang open a bubble tea delivery page, she raised her eyebrows and said, "I'll take it!"

"Order it yourself. Help me pack my luggage in a bit. I'm going to take a shower; I'm all sweaty on set."

Jiang Yang handed the phone to Yang Chaoyue and let Yang Chaoyue operate it himself.

He grabbed a few clothes and headed towards the bathroom, adding, "The milk tea has to be sugar-free, and I need to control my weight."

Soon after, the sound of rushing water could be heard.

Yang Chaoyue ordered takeout with great skill.

Looking around, the crew had booked a suite at the Beiping Bohao Ruiting Hotel for Jiang Yang.

European-style light luxury.

The walls are covered with beige patterned wallpaper and a dark walnut wainscoting with a kick-resistant design.

The floor is a short-pile navy blue carpet made of synthetic fiber, so it won't get burned by cigarette butts.

Looking up, you can see plaster moldings in a square pattern on the ceiling, as well as recessed downlights.

There is an office area, a meeting area, and a mini bar.

It was a decorating style that I used to only see in TV dramas, the kind that rich people could enjoy.

The hotel was similar to the one the production crew booked for Zhao Jinmai in Shanghai.

Even the prices are similar, ranging from 800 to 1200.

The hotels where the two lead actors, Huang Lei and Hai Qing, stayed were even more expensive.

The film crew booked themselves a budget hotel that cost 200 yuan a night.

Without a kitchen, the 30-square-meter space is already quite satisfactory.

There is a private bathroom and free breakfast.

After all, I'm just a supporting character with very few scenes, and the hotel the crew stays at can't be better than the one for the main actors; that's an unwritten rule in the industry.

Even so, it's still much better than the cramped factory dormitory I used to live in, filled with the smell of engine oil and the roar of machinery.

I am satisfied, that's all.

I would also feel envious.

Every time Yang Chaoyue came to this suite in Jiangyang, he would try to stay a little longer, pretending that he was the lead actor in the film crew and enjoying the treatment of the lead actor.

I don't want to go back to living in the factory.

I am very satisfied with my current situation.

They are afraid that they will not be able to demonstrate enough value and that someone else will take their job, so they are very careful about their career.

Yang Chaoyue frowned as he stared at the food delivery page on his phone screen, then suddenly squinted: "Hey, I filled in the wrong delivery address. I filled in the address of the film set where I work... Stupid brain, stupid brain."

Before the merchant accepted the order, I quickly canceled it and reordered another one.

After helping Jiang Yang pack his luggage, I washed my face, stepped onto the blanket, and opened the balcony door.

A cold draft hits you from the high floor.

Looking out, you can see the China World Trade Center Phase 3 skyscraper, with its spire casting a cold white beam of light.

Most of the lights on the floors of the CCTV headquarters building were off, with only a few lights on the top floor, clearly indicating that people were working overtime.

The grid-like lights of the Jianguomen Diplomatic Residence resemble a giant chessboard, and occasionally an Audi A6 with a black license plate drives in.

In the direction of Chang'an Avenue, the red taillights formed a slowly moving red strip.

In the past, I had only read about Beiping in textbooks and longed to visit it, but I had neither the time nor the money to come here.

During this period, in between filming, Yang Ge took me out for a stroll many times.

Standing in Tiananmen Square, I finally understood what it meant to be a great nation, and how insignificant I was, like a grain of sand.

The red walls of the Forbidden City are so high that when the shadows fall, even breathing becomes a cautious affair.

The Great Wall winds its way into the clouds; only after climbing it do you realize that history is heavier than the steps themselves.

Taxi drivers like to talk about the political situation.

Peking duck is delicious.

"When I have money in the future, I'll bring my dad, mom, and sister here. Oh, and I must let them taste the Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice. I can't be the only one who doesn't like it."

Thinking of his family, Yang Chaoyue's weariness dissipated, and a slow smile spread across his lips. The hotel suite the production crew booked for the lead actors was luxuriously decorated, but it couldn't compare to the white paint on the walls of his hometown.

No matter how bright the crystal chandelier is, it can't outshine the dim yellow light from the lamp in Wanggang Village.

"Chaoyue, get me a pair of underwear." Jiang Yang's voice rang out from the bathroom.

"Yang-ge, you don't wear underwear when you shower?"

"Don't even mention it. I didn't hold it properly and it fell to the ground, soaking wet. Luckily you were here, otherwise I would have had to come out naked, which would have been so embarrassing."

While waiting for the takeout, Jiang Yang didn't let Yang Chaoyue be idle.

Come here.

It would be a shame not to take advantage of these attributes.

He took out a math textbook from his briefcase and had Yang Chaoyue sit at the desk to study, while Jiang Yang lay on the Simmons mattress to study.

20 minutes passed.

Having failed to acquire any attributes, Jiang Yang understood what was going on: "Chaoyue, are you having some trouble?"

"Yes, my calculation is different from the answer. I have a feeling that the answer is wrong."

"Let me see what's going on."

A good opportunity to grab attributes.

If someone encounters difficulties in their studies, personally teaching them and helping them solve those problems will likely result in the attribute bonus being credited to them.

I went to the writing desk, sat in the swivel chair, and glanced around.

It's a function problem.

The vertical calculation Yang Chaoyue wrote on the draft paper made Jiang Yang squint, feeling something was off: "SinX/n=6?"

"Isn't that right?" Yang Chaoyue asked doubtfully, "You taught me that identical terms can cancel each other out."

Jiang Yang's heart skipped a beat.

There is an ominous feeling.

He did teach this method of calculation, but the question is, how could such a conclusion be reached?

How can we directly deduce that the sine function SinX divided by n equals 6 without knowing the value of the unknown X and the constant n?

Even Einstein would have to shrug; Yang Chaoyue actually figured it out.

Jiang Yang patiently guided him: "Show me the calculations."

Yang Chaoyue held the pen and worked out calculations on the blank space of the draft paper: "First, cross out the identical terms, so the n above the semicolon and the n below the semicolon cancel each other out, which gives us the result SiX."

"and then?"

"Then it's simple. SIX, in English, doesn't it mean 6? You taught me, so SinX/n=SiX=6."

Jiang Yang's eyes widened in shock.

SiX=6, the logic is so rigorous that a math teacher could switch to teaching English.

When Einstein saw this result, he was turning in his grave.

Jiang Yang's blood pressure was also about to become uncontrollable.

"Plundering attributes" has become "plundering blood pressure".

"You calculated it very well. Don't do it again next time. If you get into trouble outside in the future, don't say I'm your teacher."

Jiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

On the path of learning, one of the teachers and students will always go crazy first.

It's a pity Zhao Jinmai isn't here, otherwise I would definitely ask her to tutor Yang Chaoyue so that I wouldn't be the only one with a headache.

Jiang Yang, unusually, went to the balcony and lit a cigarette.

After finishing the takeout, I insisted that Yang Chaoyue leave immediately, so he wouldn't have to study under my nose, or his blood pressure would be too high.

But he knew perfectly well that Yang Chaoyue wasn't trying to anger him; that's just how he thought.

I want to criticize Yang Chaoyue, but I can't find a reason.

If I don't yell at them, I'll feel resentful.

Finally, as Yang Chaoyue opened the door to leave, he called her back: "By the way, Chaoyue, pay for the cigarettes."

"Why? I didn't smoke your cigarette."

"Just tell me whether you smelled it or not."

(End of this chapter)