Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 160 Zhang Ruonan's Clumsy Dance
Tian Xi leaned forward slightly and frowned: "The belt is too long, and you'll definitely get hit in the face while dancing. The bodice is also wrapped too tightly, and you won't be able to breathe evenly when you dance. How can your movements not be deformed!"

After talking about the top.

Then she said about the pants: "These pants aren't Dai ethnic skirts at all, they're Xingjiang lantern pants. The two kinds of pants look very similar, she's confused."

Pause.

Tian Xiwei pointed to the ballet shoes Zhang Ruonan was wearing: "She's wearing ballet flats. Dai dances are supposed to be performed barefoot, but she got it wrong."

Finally, the hairstyle: "That bun on his head is even more outrageous. It's not an updo at all. It would definitely fall off if he jumped!"

learned.

Jiang Yang immediately turned on his microphone: "Zhang Ruonan, there's a problem."

"What's wrong, boss?"

The podium was a few meters away from the phone stand. Zhang Ruonan didn't hear what Jiang Yang said. She covered the bun on her head and ran over quickly, a wide smile on her face.

"There are a few issues with your outfit, let me briefly explain."

Jiang Yang became a relentless repeater.

Let me repeat the question that Tian Xiwei just raised.

First the top, then the pants, and finally the dance shoes and hairnet.

The smile on Zhang Ruonan's face gradually stiffened.

His knees, pressed together, trembled uncontrollably.

It turns out the boss knows dance.

My outfit was a last-minute combination I put together after researching Dai dance and discussing it with a senior from the dance club. I've tried my best to make it as good as I could.

Unexpectedly, the boss saw through the deception at a glance.

Zhang Ruonan's smile turned awkward.

His once upright chest gradually became hunched and stooped.

A hastily cobbled-together sense of professionalism is like a piece of paper armor, unable to withstand a single serious question.

Zhang Ruonan unconsciously gripped the hem of her trousers, causing deep creases in the fabric, and tried to keep her tone steady:
"I'm sorry, boss, I've remembered everything you said, and I'll pay attention next time."

Tian Xiwei watched as Zhang Ruonan's nose quickly turned red.

She bit her lower lip, her lips trembling uncontrollably.

I immediately understood Zhang Ruonan's feelings.

In the past, when I participated in rehearsals for performances and didn't do the movements well, the teachers in the audience would criticize me mercilessly in front of everyone, and I would do the same.

feeling bad.

Self-esteem is like an onion being peeled back; each layer brings tears to your eyes.

Tian Xiwei originally wanted to say that Zhang Ruonan's outfit was absolutely terrible, but she suddenly changed her mind and said, "Jiang Yang, actually, her outfit... still has a lot of room for improvement."

Jiang Yang didn't say anything.

Listening to the system notification in my mind.

[Under your care, Zhang Ruonan's understanding of dance costumes has improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

Successfully obtained the attribute.

Jiang Yang smiled and said, "It's alright, Nan Nan, don't be nervous."

Suddenly hearing someone call her by her nickname, Zhang Ruonan's breathing quickened slightly.

In the past, only my parents would call me that.

Jiang Yang continued, "Did I just make things too serious?"

"No, boss, you're absolutely right. It's my fault."

"Don't worry, I'll try to be gentle with your comments when you jump later."

"thank you boss!"

Zhang Ruonan felt somewhat relieved.

What a great boss! He even cares about his employees' feelings.

Hear the words.

As soon as the phone connected to the Bluetooth speaker, music started playing.

Following the breakdown of the movements taught to her by the senior dancers in the dance club that afternoon, Zhang Ruonan began to dance.

Jiang Yang muted his microphone: "Tian Xiwei, how was she dancing?"

"You jumped well."

"Really? Are you kidding me?"

After spending a lot of time with Zhao Jinmai, Jiang Yang blurted out a phrase in Northeastern dialect, which actually came out quite smoothly.

Even he, an amateur, could see that Zhang Ruonan's movements were stiff, but he couldn't pinpoint the specific details.

"Is that possible?" Tian Xi swallowed hard, her throat bobbing slightly.

She noticed a significant deficiency in Zhang Ruonan's dancing.

It's hard to keep it to myself.

But she still tried her best to hold it in: "Didn't you just say you wanted to be gentle with your comments?"

"You're not just saying that out of politeness? You really mean it?"

"Really?"

Jiang Yang was speechless for a moment.

I almost forgot, Tian Xiwei is still a high school student. She has never experienced society, let alone gone to university.

There are many things I haven't experienced.

Many people lack understanding of social etiquette.

It's normal not to understand what polite talk is.

Jiang Yang saw through her little scheme at a glance.

She was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, her clean and clear eyes holding a naivety that even a mortal like himself couldn't quite place. Jiang Yang glanced at his phone screen.

Zhang Ruonan was dancing to the beat of the music, her movements incorporating the three-bend posture of the Dai ethnic group, her supple arms and side-swaying hips, and her peacock hand gestures.

Jiang Yang turned to Tian Xiwei and asked again, "How did you jump?"

He added, "Okay... then tell me honestly, was there anything superfluous in her movements?"

"No, it's all unnecessary!"

Tian Xiwei immediately became fair.

This was precisely his chance to demonstrate his professionalism in front of Jiang Yang.

He immediately offered a lengthy critique, pointing out numerous flaws in Zhang Ruonan's dance and highlighting areas for improvement.

He talks a lot, and very frequently.

Jiang Yang couldn't remember.

As I get older, my memory isn't as good as it used to be.

To be precise, I'm becoming increasingly unwilling to memorize things.

I'll just pick three points to remember, enough to get the attributes I need.

In the video footage, Zhang Ruonan's excessively long belt swung across her face as she spun around.

Without pausing, she clenched the soft flesh inside her mouth and continued jumping.

With the final movement, the bun on her head suddenly swung off, and her hair fell loose.

After finishing the dance, she took a deep breath and tried to keep her breathing steady like a normal dancer.

But he was still panting uncontrollably, as if he had run 800 meters.

I heard Jiang Yang call my name in the video.

Zhang Ruonan stood in front of the phone stand, unable to look directly at the phone screen.

Trying to keep smiling: "Boss, I'm done dancing."

"There are big problems. Let me explain in three points."

Jiang Yang once again became a relentless repeater, picking out the three points Tian Xiwei had just mentioned:

"First, when the music starts, you do a Dai ethnic three-bend move, but the music is too fast and you can't keep up, so you twist like you're being electrocuted."

Zhang Ruonan's smile froze, and her eyes became somewhat unfocused.

I was hoping to get away with it.

The boss realized his problem as soon as the music started.

"Second, adaptation is not fabrication. You can forcibly change the neck-waving movement of Xinjiang into the head-tilting movement of the Dai people. Such an adaptation is acceptable, but you did it poorly. The result is like a stiff neck rehabilitation exercise. You need to pay attention next time."

"I will remember."

Zhang Ruonan nodded subconsciously, the movement so large that stray hairs flew onto her face.

Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't continue speaking, she hurriedly brushed the stray hairs from her face and asked in a trembling voice, "What about the third point?"

What was the third point again?

I remembered.

Jiang Yang said, "The peacock hand gesture that suddenly appeared during the chorus was completely out of sync with the music."

"Thank you... thank you boss for pointing out my mistake."

Zhang Ruonan took out paper and pen and carefully wrote down what Jiang Yang had said.

My wrist trembled, and my handwriting was crooked.

Awkwardly trying to show my attitude in front of the boss.

When mistakes are laid out one by one, a person becomes a transparent specimen, where even trembling cannot be hidden.

Pretend to accept the mistakes you've made.

Pretend you're not pretending.

Despite making thorough preparations, the flaws were still numerous.

You can't fool the boss at all.

Suddenly I understood the meaning of the saying, "Opportunity favors the prepared mind."

Signing a contract with Jiangyang's company is an opportunity for me.

However, I have no dance background, and my first assessment by the boss was so bad.

The opportunity was given to me, but I failed to seize it.

I was hoping to pass this assessment, get a good job offer, earn the pay, and let my parents know that I've become more outstanding.

She used her excellence to win her parents' favoritism and snatch it away from her younger brother.

The result, however, made the boss realize his own shortcomings.

The boss must be extremely disappointed, right?

I really want my boss to give me another chance.

When reality slaps you in the face, try to face it more squarely.

Crushed self-esteem, pieced back together bit by bit.

Zhang Ruonan tried her best to keep smiling and asked, "Boss, I'll dance even better next time."

There was no response from the boss.

Zhang Ruonan suddenly realized something, slowly looked up, and found that her phone screen was already black.

Zhang Ruonan saw her own disheveled appearance: red-rimmed eyes, cold sweat running down her cheeks, and messy strands of hair stuck to her face.

She hastily wiped her face and tidied her hair.

Zhang Ruonan leaned closer to the screen: "Boss, can you hear me, boss?"

(End of this chapter)