Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 155 The Scheming Girl Tian Xiwei

Jiang Yang trembled with fear and shook his head repeatedly.

Children say the darndest things, don't take it to heart.

The child doesn't understand what will happen if he lies down on this bed; he'll lose all his books.

"Brother Yang, don't you like watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf?" Yang Chaoyue asked.

"Who would want to read this, sir?"

"What do you want to see?"

Jiang Yang thought for a moment and said, "Let's watch Balala the Fairies and reminisce about Mai Mai from her 'Shamate' era."

"Okay."

Just as Yang Chaoyue was about to change the channel, Zhao Jinmai snatched the remote control away.

Jiang Yang stopped chatting and sat down at his desk, spread out a piece of paper, and wrote a few words here and there.

He sometimes frowns in thought.

Sometimes I would turn to my pen and reminisce.

I'm thinking of a song that hasn't been released yet, but for me, it was a hit several years ago.

When I first heard it, the melody was quite catchy. It was created by an online singer named "Old Annoyed Next Door." He was quite young, and his singing voice was hoarse and had a sense of vicissitude.

The song is called "I Once".

The memory is very vague.

I can't even remember the first line of the chorus: "It seems like I once broke something something something, the night something something was something."

Am I getting old?

Your memory is so bad.

When this song first became popular, I could sing it even if I was just randomly singing it, but I forgot about it after only a few years.

"Yang-ge, what are you humming over there?" Zhao Jinmai asked when she heard Jiang Yang humming.

"Just writing lyrics since I have nothing else to do."

"Someone like you can write songs? Don't be ridiculous."

"What's wrong with me? Can't I write songs? It's not like someone like you can write them."

Jiang Yang turned around and saw that Yang Chaoyue was still engrossed in watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf.

Zhao Jinmai had already gotten out of bed, jumped off the bed, stepped onto the short fleece blanket, and walked towards him.

The central air conditioning in the room provides ample warmth.

Zhao Jinmai was wearing a long white T-shirt and a strapless choker around her neck.

Her figure was still developing and she wasn't as well-endowed as Tian Xiwei.

The little lotus has just begun to show its pointed tip.

She was wearing short hot pants that showed off her fair, short legs: "Why can't I write songs? To tell you the truth, I've wanted to be a singer-songwriter since I was a kid!"

As she spoke, she took small steps toward Jiang Yang.

Instead of moving another stool over, she jumped up and sat on Jiang Yang's lap.

Caught off guard, Jiang Yang's legs tightened, and his thigh muscles tensed instantly.

When Zhao Jinmai sat down, she swayed and stumbled.

Jiang Yang instinctively wanted to help, but after realizing what was happening, he hesitated and didn't dare to move, saying, "There are chairs over there on the sofa, why do you have to sit on my lap?"

"That broken stool is uncomfortable; it's much more comfortable to sit on your lap."

"If Teacher Hu sees this, he'll scold you."

"My mom isn't around, she can't control me. Stop with this nonsense. Don't tell me you can't write it, show it to me."

Zhao Jinmai carefully examined the A4 papers on the writing desk.

There's a lyric written by Jiang Yang above: I once shattered...the...the night...is all...

Understood.

Words need to be filled in.

Zhao Jinmai pondered, "Brother Yang, give me ten minutes, and I'll make sure you get it all right."

The eyes move rapidly left and right, searching for words in the brain and completing the matching.

He hummed a tune he had just come up with through his nose.

The little feet gently touched Jiang Yang's calves.

Lips move silently, silently reciting candidate words.

A brief moment of furrowing and then relaxing between the brows filters out inappropriate words.

Jiang Yang looked at Zhao Jinmai's serious expression and asked, "Are you serious?"

Shh! Be quiet, I just had an inspiration.

Zhao Jinmai pinched Jiang Yang's thigh, leaned her back against Jiang Yang's chest, and chewed on her pen cap while thinking.

Jiang Yang silently recited the legal provisions in his mind to distract himself.

My emotions gradually calmed down.

Little by little, the lyrics I had forgotten gradually became clear in my mind.

Inadvertently.

The two turned their heads to look towards the bathroom.

Jiang Yang looked in the bathroom mirror and suddenly realized what was going on.

I'm reminded of that lyric, it should be:
I once shattered a whole mirror, and my pillow was soaked with tears every night.
"Yang-ge! I've figured out the lyrics." Zhao Jinmai, who was in his arms, suddenly said, "I'll write them out for you, I guarantee they'll be amazing."

Zhao Jinmai picked up her pen and began writing lyrics.

Yang helped him reconcile with his mother and always wanted to repay that favor.

Finally, an opportunity was found.

After finishing writing, he turned around and handed the A4 paper to Jiang Yang.

It says:

[I once smashed the toilet bowl, and the room smelled like feces all night.]
After Jiang Yang clearly saw Zhao Jinmai's handwriting, he read it silently, his eyes widening in shock.

Are these lyrics even human beings could come up with?

It feels like the flavor is wafting out from the lyrics.

The little girls in my arms all smelled bad.

He slowly put down the A4 paper in his hand and saw Zhao Jinmai's lips unconsciously curving upwards, but she forcibly suppressed it, afraid that someone would notice her smug smile: "How is it? Not bad."

"It's well written, but don't write it anymore."

Jiang Yang put Zhao Jinmai in a chokehold and said to Yang Chaoyue on the bed, "Chaoyue, play Balala the Fairies, I want to see Ling Meiqi transform!"

"Okay!"

The sound of the TV series suddenly turned up.

Even in the hotel corridor, you could hear Zhao Jinmai's voice transforming in the suite: "Balala Energy, Ukalaka, Little Fairy Transformation!"

And Zhao Jinmai's embarrassed, loud voice: "Close your eyes, everyone! Don't look! That's the old me. I'm all grown up now."

Not a moment later.

Jiang Yang opened the door and came out of the suite where the two girls were staying. Only then did the noise from Zhao Jinmai's transformation in the room subside.

Yang Chaoyue's loud laughter continued.

Arriving at the parking lot, I got into the car.

Take a look at the time.

It's 9:40.

There were still twenty minutes left, so I decided to watch Zhang Ruonan dance. The reason I made this request to Zhang Ruonan was because I wanted to see a girl dance.

Watch Zhao Jinmai dance?
Forget it, they're not even grown up yet, they have no talent at all.

Watch Yang Chao leap?
Yang Chaoyue has indeed grown up, but he is still six months away from becoming an adult.

He was afraid of committing a crime.

Did Tian Xi jump slightly?
Tian Xiwei is an adult, but her studies are demanding, unlike me, who can easily study by exploiting her attributes.

However, I do need Tian Xiwei's help right now.

Since it's uncertain whether Zhang Ruonan will be able to dance during this period, if not, I can take advantage of her dance attributes.

The problem is, I know absolutely nothing about dancing, and I don't know how to train myself.

Tian Xiwei is very good at this; she is a dance student.

They practice folk dance.

I do leg presses, back bends, and leg kicks every day, so my body is very flexible.

When walking, one will subconsciously straighten their chest, tuck in their stomach, and straighten their waist, showcasing the unique elegance of ethnic dance.

He took out his phone and sent a message to Tian Xiwei: ["Can I add you on QQ? I need your help with something."]
Tian Xiwei replied: [“Very convenient, extremely convenient.”]
Tian Xiwei agreed, but she didn't send her QQ number in the text message.

Immediately following was Tian Xiwei's next text message: ["Are you still in Chongqing? Let's meet and talk. My evening self-study session is almost over."]
Ah.

She's a little cunning.

I originally planned to add Tian Xiwei on QQ, then use one phone to video chat with her on QQ and the other phone to video chat with Zhang Ruonan on WeChat.

He had Tian Xiwei point out the strengths and weaknesses of Zhang Ruonan's dance and make improvements, and he relayed this information to achieve his goal of exploiting her attributes.

Tian Xiwei directly requested a meeting.

That's ridiculous.

It's like I'm trying to go on a date with a high school girl. Even if she's an adult, would I agree to that so easily?

Jiang Yang immediately sent a message: ["I live pretty close to our school. I'll wait for you at the school gate in a bit. It's the Corolla that took you home last time."]
Shift into gear immediately.

I stepped on the gas and sped toward Tongliang Middle School.

at the same time.

The dance studio on the third floor of the art building at Tongliang Middle School.

In the folk dance practice area, Tian Xiwei stepped onto the wooden floor and danced with her flowing sleeves.

Clip paperclips to the cuffs of your trousers to prevent them from dragging on the floor.

Across from me, a girl wearing ballet pants and a down jacket was stretching her legs on the barre, with hand warmers stuck inside her ballet shoes.

On the other side, a directing student was lying on the ground drawing a formation diagram.

Tian Xiwei finished her practice by straightening her chest and pulling in her stomach, standing upright with her shoulders relaxed, and looking around.

I've been practicing in this dance studio for three years.

After I finish the art exams next month, I probably won't be coming here often anymore.

The wooden planks were still smooth and shiny in the first year.

After being stepped on by dance students so often, barbs grow on them.

So much so that they couldn't practice barefoot; they had to wear dance shoes.

The space is 80 square meters. One half of the wall is a full-length mirror, and the other half is covered with shoe prints and gray-green paint.

The speaker near the door is an old-fashioned silver CD player. Occasionally it jams and you have to use a ballpoint pen to poke the reset hole.

The barre in front of the mirror is a steel pipe covered with wood veneer. It gets cold to the hands in winter, so you need to wear a fleece cover when practicing leg stretches.

Every year during the humid season, the floor gets so damp that you can slide around on it.

Once, when I was using the barre to control my waist with my classmates, a screw came loose, causing the whole row to collapse. Fortunately, no one was injured.

A handwritten slogan counting down 20 days to the art exams was pasted on the mirror.

This dance studio, cold in winter and hot in summer, with outdated equipment, is the launchpad for my dreams.

Every scratch on the floor, every bruise on my knees, is a chip I gambled my youth on for my future.

I'll be leaving in 20 days.

Details that once seemed bitter now bring a strange sweetness when recalled.

Even before parting ways, Tian Xiwei already felt a strong sense of reluctance.

The musty smell of the dance studio, the static of the CD player, the cold touch of the barre—what I once thought were ordinary daily routines have unknowingly etched the deepest totems into my life.

Suddenly, my phone flashed in the corner.

Tian Xiwei picked up her phone and saw Jiang Yang's reply to her text message.

His pupils dilated, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, but he quickly controlled it, afraid that his classmates would notice something was wrong.

Quickly scan your surroundings left and right to make sure no one is paying attention to you.

Wipe the sweat off your neck with a tissue, and your breathing will gradually calm down.

A smile quietly spread across her face, while her toes secretly curled up inside her shoes.

"Jiang Yang really came to pick me up from school... Luckily I asked him to come in person and didn't give him my QQ number, otherwise he definitely wouldn't have come."

I'm so smart.

It's been four days.

She had another chance to contact Jiang Yang.

I don't know how I can help Jiang Yang, but I will do my best to help in any way I can.

I hurriedly packed my schoolbag.

Suddenly remembering something, he asked the girl next to him, "Do you still have any mints?"

"Don't you dislike mints?"

"Do you want one now? Give me one!"

Put a mint in your mouth to freshen your breath.

Wipe the sweat off your cheeks.

Replace the flowing sleeves with school uniforms, and the dance shoes with sneakers.

I looked in the mirror repeatedly and tidied my appearance.

There are still a few minutes left before evening self-study ends.

"Tian Xiwei, are you in heat today?" The ballet girl next to her, who was stretching her legs in front of the barre, glanced at Tian Xiwei.

"You're the one in heat! I'm just tired from practice today... When the teacher comes, just tell her I have to go back to class. I'll bring you breakfast tomorrow."

"Okay! I wish you were in heat every day."

"laugh."

Tian Xiwei put on her schoolbag and went out. After going down one flight of stairs, she realized that she had packed her schoolbag in such a hurry that the zipper was not zipped up.

I took out my phone and found that I hadn't received any more messages from Jiang Yang.

She typed: [“Where are you? I'm almost at the school gate.”]
I typed this line, then deleted it.

It was not sent.

I was afraid of appearing too hasty.

My palms were slightly sweaty, so I wiped them on my school uniform pants.

My throat felt a little tight, so I unconsciously cleared it.

After calming down, straighten your back and walk towards the school gate.
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(End of this chapter)