Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 167 I can definitely help you

Jiang Yueyue knew that her brother was using his phone and talking to someone.

She couldn't care less about any of that.

His little head was thinking the same thing as Zhao Jinmai's.

Just play.

She temporarily put aside the fact that she had just been beaten up by Jiang Yang and squeezed her butt onto Jiang Yang's thigh.

She nestled half her face into Jiang Yang's arms.

She looked up at Jiang Yang and asked, "Brother, will you take me out to have some fun sometime?"

Speak slowly and draw out the last syllable.

They added a few more phrases like "Is it okay?" and "Is it alright?"

No wonder Jiang Yueyue was able to win over Zhao Jinmai and Yang Chaoyue, making them have a very good impression of her.

Their obedient appearance is just like the real thing.

She was about the same age as Zhao Jinmai, but her cheeks were a bit sharper, and her big eyes were full of mischievous ideas.
Her cute face, if slapped, could make her cry for an hour.

Jiang Yang pinched his younger sister's fair face: "If you praise me a couple of times, I'll take you there if I'm happy."

Jiang Yueyue fell silent.

I feel like my brother is making things difficult for me.

After racking my brains for a while, I saw that Jiang Yang had set an alarm for 6 a.m. three days later on his phone.

She grinned: "Brother, your alarm clock is really accurate!"

"Even if I starve to death, jump off a cliff, or die outside, I will not take you to my company."

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

After finishing dinner, Jiang Yang returned to his room.

The textbooks, exercise papers, and workbooks on the desk were neatly stacked by my mother.

Jiang Yang showed absolutely no intention of looking at it.

Being forced to study at over thirty years old is tantamount to taking one's own life.

When I play Honor of Kings now, I don't even bother to look at the equipment stats.

Lying in bed, I wanted to scroll through some short videos to pass the time, only to realize that Douyin (TikTok) hadn't even been released yet.

If I still had that youthful, passionate spirit, I probably would have rushed to create TikTok and made a fortune.

I just can't muster the drive to work hard.

I remember when TikTok first came out in 17, it was all about music.

By 18, it was all comedic jokes.

Nineteen years, all about disguise.

By 20, a whole host of copywriting materials had emerged.

In 21, livestreamers from various platforms came to Douyin and began to compete in selling products.

Looking back on my memories of Douyin, these are all I remember. After that, there are just some blurry images of myself struggling numbly in my life, becoming increasingly unhappy.

After playing on my phone for two hours, I suddenly received a notification that someone had left a message on my social media profile.

It was left by Tian Xiwei: [Without realizing it, I've discovered you've come so far.]
Shouldn't Tian Xiwei be practicing dance in the dance studio right now?

Even top students have their lazy moments.

Jiang Yang typed back: [Wrong.]
Tian Xiwei replied: [What's wrong?]
Jiang Yang replied: [The format is wrong.]
"What do you mean?"

Tian Xiwei held her phone, leaned against the mirror and slid to the ground, her leg muscles relaxed, wearing a bright red silk exercise outfit with a high slit.

She wiped away the beads of sweat that dripped onto her phone screen with a tissue.

My forearm spasms slightly when I twist the cap off a mineral water bottle.

After resting for a while, gradually switch from heavy breathing to abdominal breathing.

I touched my knee, which had Yunnan Baiyao plaster on it.

It still hurts a little.

It should be able to recover by the day of the art exam.

Look up.

A girl in a black, tight-fitting leotard is stretching her legs on the barre, while a boy is practicing somersaults.

An old-fashioned CD player was stuck, repeatedly playing dance music.

The dull thud of pointe shoes hitting the floor continued.

As the college entrance exams for arts students approach, the dance students practice even more intensely.

In the past, she would never be distracted by her phone when practicing dance in the afternoon.

All my energy was focused on preparing for the art college entrance exam.

This is the only thing I'm concerned about.

now.

There's one more thing on my mind now.

To be precise, it's about one person. The art exam can change one's future, and perhaps Jiang Yang can too.

Last time, on the driveway behind the Tongliang Library, in the passenger seat of Jiang Yang's car, I witnessed Jiang Yang casually accept a job offer for Zhang Ruonan.

That scene had a significant impact on Tian Xiwei's young and innocent mind.

However, after parting ways with Jiang Yang last time, Jiang Yang never took the initiative to contact her.

I haven't even posted anything on QQ Moments.

She had no reason to contact Jiang Yang through QQ Moments.

After thinking it over, I decided to leave a message on Jiang Yang's QQ space. It would be neither undignified nor would it show that I was being opportunistic. At the same time, I could try to get Jiang Yang's attention.

effective.

Jiang Yang replied.

"The format is wrong?" Tian Xiwei looked at Jiang Yang's reply, somewhat confused.

If it were any other guy, she wouldn't bother with him or even think about it; she's not a gentle girl at heart.

The last time she knelt down in Jiang Yang's passenger seat and fed him milk tea, it was all an act.

Subconscious pretense.

A disguise that even they themselves had never seen.

It has been more than a week since I last parted ways with Jiang Yang.

Tomorrow is the final exam.

After that, we will embark on our journey to Beijing, Shanghai, and Nanjing for the art exams.

I don't know when I'll see Jiang Yang again.

I want to get closer to Jiang Yang, to understand Jiang Yang, to follow in Jiang Yang's footsteps and surpass him.

Looking back at Jiang Yang's past posts about the "emo" subculture, it's still an eyesore.

Tian Xiwei suddenly understood something and replied to Jiang Yang in her own comment: [Without realizing it, I found you've already gone so far.]
This time, no reply was received from Jiang Yang on QQ Space.

Jiang Yang sent me a private message: ["Those sports teams aren't bullying you anymore, are they?"]
Tian Xiwei typed: ["No, they now avoid me when they see me."]
Jiang Yang responded with an OK gesture.

Then came another message: ["Do you understand what this gesture means?"]
Tian Xiwei replied: ["I understand, it means OK."]
Jiang Yang sent a message: ["No, I mean a flick on the forehead."]
When the message lit up, Tian Xiwei's fingers paused slightly.

He was leaning back lazily, but suddenly straightened his back.

She tried hard to keep a slight upturn to her lips, not wanting her classmates to notice anything unusual about her.

She crossed her legs and then opened them again, her toes secretly touching the ground.

She typed: "[I don't believe it.]"
Before the message could be sent, she bit the inside of her lower lip and added another sentence: ["Unless you personally flick me on the forehead."]
Her pale fingers hovered over the send button, but she ultimately lacked the courage to click send.

Continue practicing dance.

First, there was a Tibetan dance with a combination of trembling knee movements and lifting steps.

Then came the folk dance, a combination of shuffling shoulders and soft arms.

Finally, there is the Dai ethnic dance with its three-curved posture and peacock hand gestures.

The training sessions for the three styles ended, and the school bell rang.

When I got home, my parents were already asleep, as usual.

Seeing that her sister's room door was ajar, she tiptoed in and found that her sister had kicked off the covers again.

Help my younger sister cover herself with the blanket.

After washing up, I reviewed my academic lessons.

Despite the pain, I used a massage gun to treat my calf muscles and applied ice to the top of my foot.

Hang your legs upside down for 20 minutes before bed to prevent varicose veins.

Finally, he kowtowed devoutly to the list of art colleges on the table.

Before falling asleep, I opened QQ, looked at the text message I had edited in my chat with Jiang Yang, bit my lower lip, and sent it: ["I don't believe you unless you flick me on the forehead yourself."]
No reply has been received from Jiang Yang.

Subconsciously wanting to back down, Tian Xiwei's cheeks puffed out slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red.

Since I've already sent it, I'm not that thin-skinned not to retract it.

Jiang Yang thought he was being childish, but no matter how awesome he was now, he used to be a punk rocker.

Lights out and go to sleep!

five minutes later.

In the darkness, the phone screen beside the pillow lit up with a ding, receiving a reply from Jiang Yang: ["Don't leave after school."]
Tian Xiwei snored softly and remained silent.

Jiang Yang sent another message: ["I made a mistake, it means don't leave for school. I'll pick you up at 6:30 tomorrow morning. Also, please check how Zhang Ruonan's dance moves have improved lately."]
This time, Tian Xiwei heard the noise.

She groggily opened her eyes and saw the light from her phone screen.

When she saw the name of the person who sent her the message, her pupils dilated slightly.

Come to your senses.

His eyes quickly scanned the message content, his previously drowsy breathing became lighter, and he let out a long sigh.

My finger hovers over the screen; I want to reply immediately, but I'm afraid of seeming too eager.

After waiting a while, I edited the message and sent it: ["Okay, I'm sure I can help you!"]
(End of this chapter)