Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 164 Suddenly I Feel Like My Life Has Ended
Jiang Yang sat on the leather sofa in his living room, and after sending a message to Yang Chaoyue,

Take another look at the 60-second voice message Yang Chaoyue sent him.

He only listened for the first five seconds before losing patience.

I wish I could just convert it to text directly.

Unfortunately, WeChat doesn't have a voice-to-text function yet; it won't be available until 19.

After patiently listening to the last two words, "I miss you," I casually replied to Yang Chao with "I miss you" again.

“Send a 60-second voice message. When did Chaoyue become so noisy? From now on, let’s call him Yang Chaochao.”

On the coffee table in front of me is a chessboard.

Across from me sat an old man with graying temples, wearing reading glasses. He was fidgeting with a chess piece in one hand and holding a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes that Yang Chaoyue had given him five days earlier in the other.

Jiang Yang glanced at it from the side.

Jiang Yueyue sat next to him, her bottom almost pushing him to the side. She leaned against the back of the leather sofa, her feet dangling in the air, her slippers falling to the ground with a thud, but she didn't pick them up. "Old man, you're doomed, checkmate."

"I'm playing chess with the old man. Can you let me make a move?" Jiang Yang said in Mandarin.

"Didn't I tell you to take the first step?" the younger sister glared.

"You bastard..."

He wanted to kick Jiang Yueyue in the butt and send her flying.

If I really do that, the old man will definitely scold me.

He simply lifted his foot and kicked his sister's slippers under the sofa.

After dropping Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue off at the high-speed rail station in the morning, I had lunch and rested for a while. In the afternoon, I reviewed the content of the final exam. Then I heard the old man in the living room calling on Jiang Yueyue to play chess.

Jiang Yueyue kept refusing.

The old man came to greet him.

After setting up the chessboard in the living room, Jiang Yang moved a cannon as his first move, and Jiang Yueyue immediately squeezed in and tried to move his piece.

Jiang Yang was extremely annoyed.

Yang Chaoyue is still the best.

If Yang Chaoyue were around, he wouldn't compete with him for the chess game; instead, he would serve him tea and water and casually say, "Brother Yang is awesome!"
Knowing that Yang Chaoyue had arrived home safely, Jiang Yang felt somewhat relieved.

Judging by the time, Zhao Jinmai should have arrived in Shenyang some time ago.

No news was received from Zhao Jinmai that she was safe.

As soon as I opened Zhao Jinmai's chat box on QQ, I saw the old man coming over with a new cigarette in his hand: "Light a cigarette."

"Old man, why were you so gentle the other day?"

"The past few days were just for show, now that there are no outsiders around!"

Jiang's father didn't even lift his eyelids, staring at the chessboard, his brows furrowing into deep lines.

If it weren't for the fact that my son had made a name for himself outside and brought the Little Fairy home, and that my son himself had even starred in a TV series, I wouldn't have let him do this.

At this time of year, my son should be at school.

Fortunately, this scoundrel said he would go to school in a couple of days to take his final exams.

No matter how well your career develops, you can't neglect your education.

If you're lucky enough to become a famous actor, you'll be embarrassed to tell your relatives and friends about your son's education when they ask about it.

Light a cigarette for the old man.

Jiang Yang sent a message in the [Three Scoundrels] QQ group: ["Are you home yet? @Zhao Jinmai."]
Zhao Jinmai replied to the message: ["I got home a long time ago. I've already finished half of the test paper. My mom has really changed. She's not as strict with me as before. She let me play on my phone for a while."]
Zhao Jinmai posted another message: "Studying is so tiring, I want to drop out of school and work in a factory."
Jiang Yang: [“@Yang Chaoyue, please share your experience.”]
Not a moment later.

Yang Chaoyue popped up in the group chat.

They sent me some old pictures of the factory dormitory.

These aren't photos of Yang Chaoyue's old dorm room; her dorm was relatively clean. The photos show a less clean dorm room. The first picture is of her dorm bed.

The bed sheet was yellowed and blackened, with oil stains and instant noodle soup marks.

The pillow was flat and deformed, revealing the moldy cotton core, and a few strands of hair from a hair curler were stuck to the pillowcase.

The quilt was crumpled up like a sauerkraut, and there was a small, charred hole in one corner from a cigarette butt.

The bed was stuffed with dirty socks and expired snack bags, and a cockroach was sticking its antennae out of a slipper.

The second photo is of the dormitory's shared desktop.

There were three instant noodle bowls piled up, and the bottom one was covered in green mold, with the soup solidified.

The cheap lipstick melted on the table and mixed with the chili sauce bottle.

The charging cable and power strip were tangled together, the plug was rusty, and the socket holes were filled with black grime.

Finally, there are photos of the dormitory walls, windows, and trash cans.

The mold on the wall is spreading and could peel off at any time.

The window security bars are rusted and deformed, and stiff rags and ripped underwear are hanging on the windowsill.

The takeout boxes overflowing from the trash can were dripping with sauce.

Zhao Jinmai sent several horrified emojis.

Jiang Yang could imagine the shock that had struck Zhao Jinmai's young mind.

Actually, not every factory dormitory has such a bad environment; it depends on the individual.

Yang Chaoyue deliberately sent the photos of the dormitories with the worst conditions, and the effect was excellent, much to Jiang Yang's satisfaction.

Jiang Yang sent a message in the group: [“MaiMai, how are you feeling?”]
Zhao Jinmai: ["Just looking at these photos and imagining living in a factory dormitory like this, I suddenly feel like my life is over."]
Jiang Yang had a smile on his face.

What is the meaning of "encouraging learning"?

This is.

Instead of lengthy lectures, it directly exposes children to harsh realities.

He sent Yang Chaoyue a private message: ["Well done, you'll get a 10 yuan raise this month."]
Yang Chaoyue replied instantly: [“Brother Yang, I can still type and send a message to persuade Mai Mai.”]
Jiang Yang typed the message: ["While it's working well now, keep persuading them, type more."]
Yang Chaoyue has returned to his hometown of Wanggang Village.

Father parked the motorcycle in the courtyard.

I greeted my neighbor, Aunt Wang.

Her own room was clean; her father must have cleaned it thoroughly.

Suddenly I felt some pain in my abdomen.

It must be her period.

She took out a sanitary napkin from her bag and received a message from Jiang Yang.

They realized they could get a raise.

Yang Chaoyue immediately typed a message in the three-person group chat: ["I dropped out of school to work and lived in a dormitory like this. At that time, I wondered if this was how my life was going to be. If I had another chance, I would definitely go back to school, go through high school and university, and finally graduate and work in a factory as a factory girl with an education."]
Zhao Jinmai replied in the group: [“I’ve been inspired. The factory dormitory environment isn’t good, but I can rent a place to live. It’s true that I’ll be free and not have my parents controlling me. When I grow up, I not only want to drive for Didi, but I also want to be a factory girl.”]
Jiang Yang's smile froze, deeply shocked.

Who gave Yang Chaoyue the right to encourage students to study in this way?

If Hu Lin sees the chat history, she'll be so angry that she'll make her daughter break off all ties with Yang Chaoyue, and he might even get caught up in it too.

I wanted to teach Yang Chaoyue the correct way to encourage students to study.

Think about it and forget it.

Yang Chaoyue's mind isn't suited for long-winded speeches; he's better suited to being a mascot.

You still have to rely on yourself.

Jiang Yang sent a message in the group chat: [“MaiMai, you’re not allowed to drop out of school, or I won’t let you play with me anymore.”]
Zhao Jinmai replied with an OK gesture.

Jiang Yang sent a message: [“Good boy, Mai Mai.”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Xiao Jiang, you thought my reply with an OK emoji meant OK, but actually I wanted to flick you on the forehead.”]
(End of this chapter)