Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 168 Jiang Yang actually wanted to see me dance?

I'll be able to see Jiang Yang again.

Fortunately, I didn't send that message to Jiang Yang because I was too proud to admit it.

Fortunately, I am good enough at dancing to help Jiang Yang.

Tian Xiwei rolled over and buried herself in the pillow, her shoulders twitching slightly, stretching out her previously curled-up sleeping position.

A faint smile graced her cheeks.

I placed my phone next to my pillow, screen facing up, afraid of missing any other messages from Jiang Yang.

Suddenly I remembered something.

He stood up again and kowtowed devoutly to the list of art colleges on the table.

Lying in bed, I felt at ease, my breathing was slower and deeper than before, and I unconsciously hugged the pillow when I turned over.

The next day, just as dawn was breaking.

The morning fog was thick, reducing visibility to less than fifty meters.

Tian Xiwei, wearing the school uniform of Tongliang Middle School, stood at the entrance of her residential community, looking around.

He lifted his toes slightly, leaned forward, and tried to see the outline of each car through the fog.

My fingers kept rubbing together, and I would occasionally breathe out a breath of warm air. The weather was cold, and I was mostly tense.

Unconsciously fiddling with her hair and adjusting her scarf.

The aroma of fried dough sticks from roadside breakfast stalls mingled with the smell of disinfectant from sanitation trucks.

The oil fryer at the breakfast stall across the street was sizzling.

I glanced down at my phone.

It's already 6:30.

The appointed time arrived.

Tian Xiwei began to lightly tap the ground with the soles of her feet, the rhythm becoming faster and faster.

Whenever a car headlights approached, her eyes lit up. After confirming that it wasn't Jiang Yang's silver Corolla, her lips drooped briefly, but she quickly regained her composure.

"It's foggy, there's probably going to be a traffic jam," Tian Xi muttered softly.

After reviewing the chat history, I confirmed that the agreed time was 6:30, at the entrance of my own residential complex, and I was sure I hadn't misread it.

She wanted to call Jiang Yang, and her finger hovered over the dial button.

It wasn't fired.

I'm afraid of seeming too clingy.

I tried to stand by the roadside, because the fog was too thick and Jiang Yang wouldn't be able to see me when he drove up.

Another ten minutes passed.

Tian Xi's posture changed from standing to squatting.

I check my phone frequently.

Suddenly, she heard someone call her name from behind: "Tian Xiwei".

It was Jiang Yang's voice.

Tian Xi stood up slightly, turned her head in confusion, and saw a tall figure walking out of the morning mist: "Jiang Yang, did you walk here? And you're wearing your school uniform."

"The fog was too thick, so I didn't drive. Why am I wearing my school uniform? Is that something you can't stand?"

Because I have to take the final exam today, I rushed to the classroom for early morning self-study, moved desks, tidied up the exam room, and checked my current academic performance.

Jiang Yang glanced down at his clothes.

The top was a loose-fitting jacket style, with a missing zipper that could barely be zipped up.

The gold-stamped school name on the back peeled off after being washed three times.

The pants were straight-leg sweatpants, and by the time I was in my second year of high school, the cuffs were already frayed.

The main color of the school uniform is navy blue.

Not to mention Tian Xiwei, even Jiang Yang himself felt very uncomfortable seeing himself in his school uniform in his room that morning.

There's a sense of shame about pretending to be young.

Even though his current body is indeed very young.

"Why can't I stand it?"

Tian Xi lowered her head, hiding a smile, and pretended to be calm: "If you were driving in your school uniform, I'm afraid I'd be even more disgusted."

The two chatted as they walked toward Tongliang Middle School.

Jiang Yang showed Tian Xiwei the dance video that Zhang Ruonan had improved: "This is the dance my employee revised yesterday. What do you think of the costume?"

"I think so."

Tian Xiwei took Jiang Yang's phone.

The girl dancing in the video is still the same Zhang Ruonan that I saw a week ago in my Corolla in Jiangyang via video call.

They were still dancing to "The Girl from Daban City".

There have been some changes.

First, let's talk about clothing.

The belt wasn't as tight as before, so it wouldn't hit my face when I danced.

Even with a bra, I didn't feel like I couldn't breathe.

Xingjiang has changed his lantern pants for a Dai ethnic skirt.

Instead of wearing dance shoes, they go barefoot, which is very much in line with the characteristics of Dai dance.

"The clothing is all set."

Tian Xiwei returned the phone to Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang asked Zhang Ruonan about her clothing, not her dance, so she naturally didn't say anything more.

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang was confident.

Just as I expected.

Zhang Ruonan's costume improvements were completed under her own guidance, naturally utilizing the dance attributes she had acquired.

It seems to work.

He sent Zhang Ruonan a voice message, telling her that the outfit was acceptable.

The message has just been sent.

The phone vibrates.

Zhang Ruonan's reply: ["Boss, what about my dance? Any more questions?"]
Isn't Zhang Ruonan sleeping this early in the morning?

They replied to my message instantly.

Is this something a college student could do?

Jiang Yang immediately sent a voice message:
"There are still many problems with the dance. The body is too stiff and upright when dancing, lacking the S-shaped curves that are characteristic of Dai dance."
[“The deliberate use of the orchid finger gesture lacks the natural grace of Dai dance; the wrist movements are stiff and lack the fluidity of traditional movements. The peacock hand should have the thumb pinching the middle finger, with the other fingers naturally extended and relaxed.”]
[“Let’s talk about your footwork. Your steps are heavy, like stomping your feet, lacking the lightness of Dai dance. When you take a step, your center of gravity is unstable, and you sway from side to side.”]
[Under your care, Zhang Ruonan's dancing skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

I got the attribute.

It works.

Jiang Yang then sent Zhang Ruonan a voice message:
"You should land on the balls of your feet, walking like a cat, maintaining a delicate touch on the ground. When practicing, slow down, first ensuring your center of gravity is stable with each step, and then increase the pace."
Tian Xiwei followed Jiang Yang, tilting her head slightly as she listened to Jiang Yang explain the movements to Zhang Ruonan.

She nodded slightly in agreement.

His mind wasn't on what Jiang Yang was saying.

He subtly adjusted his pace, matching Jiang Yang's walking rhythm.

She gripped the backpack strap, occasionally brushing against Jiang Yang's arm, then pretended it was unintentional.

Stealing a glance at Jiang Yang's profile, and seeing that Jiang Yang's gaze was on her, she immediately looked ahead.

As the two figures drew closer, the white breaths exhaled from the mist intertwined.

After Jiang Yang and Zhang Ruonan finished chatting, she took out a cup of soy milk that she had prepared in advance from her pocket, and with a snap, inserted a straw: "Jiang Yang, this is soy milk I bought from the breakfast shop near my house. It tastes great."

While speaking.

She raised the soy milk cup and brought it to Jiang Yang's lips.

The cup was pressed too tightly with the fingertips, causing a slight indentation in the cup wall.

"What is that?" Jiang Yang put down his phone and instinctively flinched. "My breasts."

Tian Xiwei's chest tightened slightly. Realizing she had said the wrong thing, she quickly corrected herself: "I bought you soy milk. It's still warm. Drink it while it's hot. You go about your business. I'll get it for you. It's okay."

Jiang Yang put the straw in his mouth and started sucking.

Tian Xiwei first looked at Jiang Yang's lips, then immediately looked down at the tips of his shoes, not daring to meet his gaze.

It wasn't until she entered the school, parted ways with Jiang Yang, and returned to her window seat in the art class that Tian Xiwei gradually came to her senses.

I recall Jiang Yang wearing his school uniform.

very nice.

So handsome!
Like a male actor in an idol drama.

I didn't dare to say it at the time.

The surrounding area was filled with the chaotic sounds of classmates reading aloud during the morning session.

The boy in front of me shouted "We are but mayflies in the vastness of the universe," and the boy in the back immediately followed with "A grain of millet in the boundless ocean."

Tian Xiwei opened her English vocabulary book and began to read and write the words from memory.

I remember last year I got the highest English score in my class and ranked 15th in the whole grade. My parents were very happy to see my monthly exam results.

I think I have a high chance of passing the entrance exam for art schools in Chongqing.

Actually, at that time, my goal was already set on the Beijing Dance Academy and the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

The goal of Beijing Dance Academy is too far away.

Getting into the Shanghai Theatre Academy is more realistic.

Sometimes I envy Jiang Yang. He's still just a high school student, yet he's already able to get gigs for his employees.

If Jiang Yang were to accept gigs, they would definitely be high-quality ones.

They were many years ahead of themselves.

That former underachiever from school has unknowingly gone very far.

If I had Jiang Yang's abilities now, my income would definitely be very high. I could help ease my family's financial burden, pay off my parents' debts, and buy them a nice car. My parents wouldn't have to work so hard to make a living.

I really want to earn money quickly so I can help my parents.

Even just getting a notification from Jiang Yang, like Zhang Ruonan did, would be good.

If Zhang Ruonan were an employee of Jiang Yang, she could use her clumsy dancing to get gigs; her dancing would be even more effective.

wrong!

Tian Xiwei suddenly realized something.

The pen in his hand paused, leaving a black dot on the draft paper.

Thinking back, I recall the details of Jiang Yang correcting Zhang Ruonan's dancing mistakes.

Jiang Yang doesn't understand dance, does he?
A week ago, Jiang Yangming was asking him for advice on the driveway behind the Tongliang Library.

Now listen to Jiang Yang's remarks.

It's clear that the practice has lasted for more than two and a half years.

As a dance student myself, I know very well that no one can improve their dance skills so much in just one week.

There is only one possibility.

Jiang Yang lied to himself.

Jiang Yang already knew how to dance.

That night, even without him, Jiang Yang was able to point out Zhang Ruonan's mistakes in her dance.

Why does Jiang Yang want to do this?

The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

Next is breakfast time, and we'll also set up the exam room.

The exam started promptly at 8:00 AM.

Tian Xiwei arrived at the examination room, sat down in her seat, took the test paper from the student in front of her, and numbly wrote her name and examination number on it for the student behind her.

The morning mist outside has dissipated somewhat, but the humidity is still quite high.

As soon as the proctor finished wiping the blackboard, the water vapor immediately condensed again.

There are two cameras at the front and back of the examination room to prevent candidates from cheating.

The proctors, armed with metal detectors, were specifically tasked with confiscating cell phones used by examinees to cheat.

At the start of the exam, the candidates collectively shook their legs to keep warm.

The female teacher on the podium paced back and forth, wearing a military overcoat.

The male teacher sitting behind was drinking Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine) from a thermos.

For a full five minutes, Tian Xiwei didn't answer a single question; her mind was completely occupied with thinking about why Jiang Yang had done what he did that night.

Why bother calling me out to help with something Jiang Yang could have done himself?

Just because you're good-looking, and people like you?
impossible.

Yang Chaoyue's looks are no less than hers, and Zhang Ruonan is even prettier than her.

Those who work in this industry are used to seeing beautiful women.

There must be something about me that attracts Jiang Yang, and Jiang Yang hasn't said it explicitly; I need to figure it out myself.

Looking back on these two experiences with Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang watched Zhang Ruonan dance on his phone, and the topics he chatted with her about were all related to dance.

Faintly.

Tian Xiwei seemed to understand something.

She bit the pen tip, her fingers twirling the ends of her hair.

The toes lightly touched the ground.

He spoke in a whisper, barely audible to himself, his breathing becoming light and shallow, his chest rising and falling slightly: "Jiang Yang, do you actually want to see me dance?"

Even if dancing doesn't get her any gigs, she's still willing to dance for Jiang Yang.

If I could switch, I could jump even more spectacularly.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, Tian Xiwei was startled by herself.

This is actually unfair competition.

It's something I used to hate.

I was clearly a very well-behaved and good student... When did I change?

Tian Xiwei knew very well that it was after evening self-study that she had done it half a month ago.

At the entrance of the side alley, in the silhouette of the car cutting off its high beams, I realized I had changed.

She's no longer the well-behaved child she used to be.

That night, Tian Xiwei returned home and recalled the past when she was bullied, with many voices echoing in her mind.

Those who bully me do so not because I did anything wrong, but because I did nothing wrong.

Good students shouldn't fight, so they can only get beaten up.

No one helps you because honest, law-abiding people don't deserve help.

The more silent I am, the more arrogant those people become.

I used to follow the rules, but the rules never protected me.

If I also become bad, will I no longer be bullied?
If you could exchange a little bit of your principles for a coveted acting opportunity, there would surely be many rule-breakers vying for it.

Why can't this person be themselves?
Besides, Jiang Yang saved him and has always respected him; he's not a bad person at all.

If I accept the job and appear on TV, my parents can see me, I won't have to ask them for living expenses, and my younger sister can proudly show off to her classmates.

It can make your future brighter.

Opportunity is not only for those who are prepared.

It will also be left for those who can hold on and never let go.

Tian Xi's slightly wandering gaze gradually returned to focus.

Answer the questions first to complete today's exam.

During evening self-study, I prepared my clothes and then invited Jiang Yang out.
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ps: Ask for monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)