Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 161 Tian Xiwei's vow, resounding with conviction.

There was no response from Jiang Yang.

All I could hear was my own echo in the empty classroom.

Turn on the phone screen.

The displayed wallpaper is a family photo.

It was taken during my high school years when I participated in a modeling competition. I gave the prize money to my parents, and the whole family happily took the photos in our old family courtyard.

In the corner of the photo are piled farm tools and chicken feeders, his school uniform is hanging on the clothesline, and there is a tiled wall with the words "Harmony Brings Prosperity".

The younger brother, wearing children's clothes bought from a specialty store in the county town, stood with his hands on his hips in the middle of his parents, his feet on a low stool to show off his height.

Mom and Dad put their hands on their younger brother's shoulders.

I stood behind my parents with my second and third sisters. I was on the far left. My second sister was in junior high school at the time. Before the photo was taken, she was scolded by my parents for wasting water while washing dishes. She was in a bad mood and kept her head down, twisting her fingers.

When my third sister, who was in elementary school, came back from the fields, her bare feet were covered in mud.

In family photos, I always stand on the edge, always wanting to be the center of the picture.

The prize money I received that day made my whole family very happy, and I was happy too.

Unlock the screen.

Open the chat box with Jiang Yang.

The latest message displayed is a chat log of a 5-minute conversation with Jiang Yang.

"When did the boss... hang up the video call?"

I don't know when Jiang Yang hung up the video call.

In her chat with Jiang Yang, she typed a line of text: "Boss, do I still have a chance?"
I didn't dare send the message.

deleted.

I was afraid my boss would think I was being presumptuous.

How dare you ask questions when you dance so badly?

I'm already very satisfied with a monthly salary of 5000 yuan, which is even paid in advance, and I have the five social insurances and one housing fund. Why should I be so greedy?

but.

I really want to receive an announcement.

I want a bright future and I want my parents to know how good I am.

She wants to establish herself in the industry and win back her parents' favoritism towards her younger brother.

I want to experience what it feels like to be loved.

Zhang Ruonan put away her phone stand, put the classroom chairs back in their original positions, swept the floor, and drew back the curtains.

The lights were turned off at the door, and the classroom became pitch black.

The streetlights outside vaguely illuminated Zhang Ruonan's figure.

She paused for a moment.

He took out his phone, but still didn't see any message from Jiang Yang.

The shoulders in the shadows slumped.

Emerging from the teaching building, he walked with a hunched back and awkward steps toward the stairwell.

He doesn't rub his knee when it hits the corner of the wall, as if he doesn't feel any pain.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and she began breathing through her mouth. Suddenly, at the corner of the stairs, she squatted down, covered her face, and cried silently.

My phone suddenly chimed.

It was a message from Jiang Yang:

"I've got you a gig as an extra on 'Go Fighting!'. You'll have lines and screen time, and you'll be acting alongside Sun Honglei, Huang Lei, Luo Zhixiang, Zhang Yixin, Wang Xun, and Huang Bo. It's not a regular extra; it's a featured extra. Canxing will send you the contract in a while... Your dancing is pretty good, but there's a lot of room for improvement. You still need to practice."
Zhang Ruonan initially thought she was seeing things.

Rub your eyes to wipe away the tears, then grip your phone tightly.

Repeatedly confirm, hold your breath.

My first thought was that my boss might have sent the message to the wrong person.

It wasn't sent to myself, but to other employees.

It wasn't until I saw the last sentence that I realized it was true.

I passed the boss's evaluation.

The boss accepted a gig for himself!

Fate loves to play tricks; just when you're about to give up, it suddenly throws a sweet treat in your ear.

Zhang Ruonan stood up, hugged her phone tightly, pressed it to her chest, and carefully read the announcement.

Announcement for extras in variety shows.

It's not an ordinary variety show, but the recently popular "Go Fighting!" variety show.

They weren't ordinary extras; they were extras who acted alongside the MCs.

When I was a part-time model, I heard colleagues talk about the rates for extras on variety shows.

After the company takes its cut, ordinary extras receive 100-80 yuan.

Foreground extras are paid 200-300 yuan.

Extras with lines are paid 500-800 yuan.

Extras who get to act alongside MCs can earn around 1500 yuan after deducting the company's share.

Most importantly, it needs to have a high enough level of exposure.

It's no longer a niche circle within the modeling industry.

I want my parents to see me on TV.

The good news came so suddenly that I forgot whether to shed tears or hold them back.

Tears streamed down my chin and into my mouth; they weren't salty, but sweet—the first taste of sweetness after despair.

Zhang Ruonan hastily wiped away her tears, her hands trembling as she typed to Jiang Yang: ["Thank you, boss!!!"]
She even added a thank-you emoji to the end, which she would send every time she received a red envelope in a WeChat group.

Jiang Yang received a message from Zhang Ruonan, slowly parked the car on Bashu Street, and waved to Tian Xiwei, who had already gotten out of the car and was standing by the roadside: "Thank you for your hard work tonight, Tian Xiwei."

"It's nothing, a small matter." Tian Xiwei stood at the entrance of her residential compound, a smile on her face.

My heart was pounding faster.

While waiting at the traffic light, she saw the message Jiang Yang sent to Zhang Ruonan.

It's a notice.

The acting gig was arranged for Zhang Ruonan so casually.

I got into the Shanghai Theatre Academy so that I could receive such an offer and enter the film and television industry.

It allows my parents to see me on TV and my younger sister to show off to her classmates.

Tian Xi blinked rapidly, pretending to fix her hair and adjust her breathing, before tentatively asking, "Jiang Yang, could you arrange a gig for me too?"

The words got stuck in my throat and immediately became choked up.

I didn't get the answer.

The purpose is too obvious and seems too utilitarian.

Why should Jiang Yang help me?
By critiquing Zhang Ruonan's dance for Jiang Yang, I considered it repayment for the favor Jiang Yang had done for me last time—or rather, not at all.

The favor Jiang Yang did for me last time was immense, while my help to Jiang Yang was insignificant.

Jiang Yang could be helped by any dance student he could find.

My parents told me this from a young age.

Aside from your parents, no one will help you unconditionally.

The gifts that fate bestows always come with a price tag attached.

Maintain your relationship with Jiang Yang first; there will be opportunities later.

My future has just begun.

Even if Jiang Yang doesn't own a company, even if Jiang Yang doesn't get any gigs, even if Jiang Yang is just an ordinary person, I'm still willing to be friends with Jiang Yang.

because.

I will always remember the silhouette of the headlights being switched off at the entrance of the side alley that night.

That silhouette severed the cowardly self I once was.

Have the courage to face the future.

"Oh right, Jiang Yang, you have so many QQ numbers! Write them down for me." Tian Xiwei suddenly remembered this as Jiang Yang shifted gears to leave.

"Okay, I'll find a piece of paper."

"Write it on my hand!"

Tian Xiwei opened the passenger door, knelt on the seat, and extended her right hand to Jiang Yang, with the back of her hand facing him.

His gaze swept over Jiang Yang's Adam's apple.

Seeing Jiang Yang's well-defined hands, he took out a pen from the center console.

She turned her head away, not daring to look at Jiang Yang's face.

Suddenly, I felt Jiang Yang's hand supporting my palm.

She gently squeezed his hand, her fingers subtly slipping between Jiang Yang's fingertips, careful not to be too obvious, lest Jiang Yang find it presumptuous.

The cool temperature of the pen against my hand was felt on the back of my hand.

I noticed the bubble tea I bought for Jiang Yang, but he hasn't drunk it yet.

After Jiang Yang wrote down his QQ number, Tian Xiwei knelt on the passenger seat, inserted the straw into the milk tea, and brought it to Jiang Yang's lips with both hands: "It's still warm. It's the pearl milk tea from the school's Typhoon Shelter. It's delicious."

Jiang Yang didn't pay attention to Tian Xiwei's actions.

He casually sipped his bubble tea, his attention completely focused on the messages displayed on the control panel in front of him.

[Under your care, Zhang Ruonan's dancing skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

I got the attribute.

effective.

They'll also take advantage of Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Jinmai later.

You can't expect to find any dance skills in Tian Xiwei; she's already a professional.

Before I knew it, I had finished all the milk tea, and the sound of the straw hitting the bottom of the cup filled the air.

"Is it delicious?" Tian Xi smiled slightly, revealing her dimples.

"Mmm, that's great."

Jiang Yang praised it highly.

The milk tea tastes great.

She glanced at Tian Xiwei.

When the instep is naturally straight, the cervical spine and spine can maintain a perfect horizontal line, and the pelvis is as stable as a level without collapsing the waist. The posture of a dance student is very pleasing to the eye.

The posture is also quite comfortable.

After getting out of the car, Tian Xiwei watched Jiang Yang's Corolla's red taillights disappear around the street corner once more.

She murmured in a soft, unspoken Mandarin voice, "I will watch your back as I catch up with you, step by step."

The girl's vow to the air was resounding and powerful.

The further away the goal you are chasing is, the clearer the path becomes.

The figure I looked up at was dazzling, while my own shadow was dim.

Tian Xi turned slightly and stepped into the rusted wrought iron gate of her home.

arrive home.

My parents and sister are already asleep.

She quietly washed up and went to her room.

While practicing leg stretches, I added Jiang Yang's QQ.

I opened Jiang Yang's QQ space, hoping to learn more about him through his updates.

It was discovered that Jiang Yang hasn't posted any updates this year; his latest post was from six months ago.

There are text descriptions and accompanying pictures.

As she carefully perused the pages, Tian Xi's eyes widened slightly, and she moved a little closer to the phone screen.

He squinted and leaned back.

The post I'm currently viewing has the following text:
[“In this world, no one owes anyone anything; it's just that no one doesn't know how to cherish anyone…”]
The accompanying photo is a selfie taken by Jiang Yang at a 45-degree angle, with his bangs covering half of his face.

The background is a smoke-filled internet cafe.

Tian Xi's eyes twitched slightly, feeling a burning sensation in them.

(End of this chapter)