Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 170 The fiercest girl suddenly becomes gentle

"What's wrong with Tian Xiwei? She's acting strangely."

I felt that Tian Xiwei was at her most normal when I first met her half a month ago.

Loud voice, fierce, and hot-tempered.

Just like her mother and sister.

This is the authentic Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus Rex.

Every time we met after that, Tian Xi seemed a little strange, as gentle as a little potato from the South.

Jiang Yang's sister is such a simpleton. She's less than 1.5 meters tall, but sometimes she dares to jump up and slap him.

During this period, Tian Xiwei was like a little Tyrannosaurus Rex that had retracted its claws and pretended to be gentle.

I looked up and saw the hand I had just held:
"Did I pinch her too hard? No way, it was just normal pressure."

Then why did Tian Xiwei seem to be fleeing in panic?

Jiang Yang didn't think much of it.

But something still feels off.

Because he noticed that the students around him were looking at him strangely.

I always feel like I'm overlooking something, but others can see it at a glance.

It's probably a mindset issue. Now that I'm in my thirties and have become a seasoned veteran in the workforce, my perspective on things is different from when I was a student.

Many people don't even remember the original intentions behind their actions.

The problems that inexperienced students can spot at a glance are often overlooked by the students themselves.

Back in the exam room.

The proctor shouted as he handed out the exam papers:
"Hand over your cell phones and notes; don't make me come and collect them myself."

After the exam papers were handed out, the proctor paced back and forth, chalk dust falling from his clothes.

Jiang Yang first glanced at the contents of the exam paper.

It was found to be comparable to the national college entrance examination paper from Chongqing in those years, with a slightly higher difficulty level than the monthly exams, focusing on core knowledge points from the first round of review, and containing a small number of innovative questions.

It includes functions and derivatives, and solid geometry.

Yang Chaoyue had already acquired these two knowledge-related attributes before his interview at Canxing.

Conic sections test the length of elliptic chords, fixed point and fixed value problems, probability and statistics test the distribution and application of normal distribution... I have taught Yang Chaoyue these topics.

Finally, there was the topic of sequences and trigonometric functions, which tested recurrence formulas and solving triangles.

The same content was taught to Yang Chaoyue a month ago.

Especially solving triangles.

Jiang Yang felt a headache coming on whenever he thought about how Yang Chaoyue had spent ten minutes proving to him that the three sides of an equilateral triangle were not equal.

Fortunately, Yang Chaoyue studied diligently on weekdays; otherwise, I, a poor student, would never have been able to finish the multiple choice, fill-in-the-blank, and problem-solving questions in just one hour.

The proctor on the podium shouted, "Some students, stop looking around, the camera is on."

Jiang Yang had only the last optional question left on his entire exam paper.

One question tested polar coordinates and parametric equations; the solution technique was to convert to rectangular coordinates.

The other question was from the elective course on inequalities; you can solve it by applying the proof of the absolute value inequality.

After solving the entire math test, if I could take out my phone, I would love to send Yang Chaoyue another red envelope right now.

I glanced at the time; there were still 40 minutes left to hand in the paper.

He glanced at the other students in the examination room.

Some people were engrossed in writing their problems, while others were frantically spinning their pens.

Some people write down a solution to a problem they don't know how to solve.

It must have been taught by the teacher, who said that doing this could earn them a point for their hard work.

The candidate on the right tore a hole in his scratch paper.

Not being able to hand in the exam early or use your phone is really tough.

Just as Jiang Yang was about to doze off at his desk, he heard the proctor yell at him, "No sleeping like that! Go home and sleep if you want!"

Jiang Yang sat up, checking the equations on the test paper while pondering Tian Xiwei's situation.

He meticulously recalled his time with Tian Xiwei on the playground.

Jiang Yang suddenly realized.

I was misled by my own habitual way of thinking.

Tian Xiwei's actions just now were very likely a way of expressing her feelings to him.

I have a mindset that comes from someone in their thirties, and I assume that dating in high school is immature and impulsive.

What seemed like a huge deal back then, now doesn't even deserve to be shared on social media.

The sophistication of a thirty-something cannot unravel the heart-fluttering feelings of an eighteen-year-old.

They think condescendingly that children don't understand what they like.

It ignores the pure exploration unique to adolescence.

The louder a person's voice, the quieter they are when they are moved.

In front of someone you like, your fiery temper turns into a stutter, and your irritability turns into blushing.

I believe that life has only just begun after the senior year of high school, and the future is infinitely long.

But for students of this age, tomorrow's graduation might mean goodbye forever.

During adolescence, even having homework books placed side by side can make your heart race.

The volatile Tyrannosaurus Rex of Sichuan and Chongqing has become a gentle little potato in the south.

He's obsessed with his career and exploiting others; he's blinded by greed, and romance is just a non-urgent matter to him.

When you finally learn to love, you can no longer find the person who would steal glances at you during evening self-study.

For me now, being tempted is like a supermarket promotion; I always have to check the expiration date and the value for money.

But they forgot that they were naive and clueless eighteen years old, with hormones raging during puberty.

this age.

The fiercest girl suddenly becomes gentle, not because she's become timid, but because she has someone she likes.

The cruelest thing about youth is that you don't realize it's counting down when you have it.

It wasn't until I grew up that I realized I hadn't lost my youth, but rather the version of myself that dared to love and hate.

Jiang Yang paused as he checked the equations on the draft paper, then suddenly drew a long line.

Wipe my face.

His palm slapped heavily from her forehead to her chin.

I tried hard to recall the innocent feeling of being in love during my adolescence, but I just couldn't remember it.

There wasn't a single trace left.

They always fantasize about the future in their senior year of high school, but in the future they desperately miss their senior year.

People don't reminisce about their youth when they have it.

I'm really getting old; I don't even have the feeling of reminiscing about my youth anymore.

Even knowing all this, he still craved her body. The girl was as beautiful as a flower, but he only wanted to earn money as a flower arranger.

I'd rather go to the parts of the girl's body where the sun doesn't shine.

I know that when the girl is sad, her pillow is wet.

When I'm happy with myself, it's the bed sheets that get wet.

I'm not interested in cars that have several drivers taking turns driving.

I just want to be a seasoned, experienced driver, switching between several cars.

"I'm such a beast."

Jiang Yang cursed himself for being despicable.

Get rid of all those messy thoughts in your head, and go to evening self-study these next two days. Try to rediscover your former innocence.

"There are 30 minutes left, those who haven't filled in their answer sheets, hurry up!" the proctor on the podium suddenly shouted.

The two days of final exams flew by.

It's already early February.

The senior year courses at Tongliang High School are not yet fully finished this semester.

Some elective courses and topic reviews need to be completed.

To prevent students from becoming overly relaxed after the final exams, we should help them adjust their mindset after the exams and prepare for the next semester's sprint.

As soon as the bell rang for evening self-study, the classroom instantly fell silent.

Jiang Yang flipped through the textbooks for each subject.

To examine Yang Chaoyue's learning outcomes.

He had managed to glean some learning qualities from Zhao Jinmai in private, but not much. Whenever this girl was with him, she only wanted him to play with her.

We still have to rely on Yang Chaoyue.

In mathematics, functions and derivatives; in physics, mechanics, electromagnetism, thermodynamics, and optics.

Basic theories of chemistry, elements and compounds, organic chemistry.

Cell biology, genetics, ecology, and physiology of organisms.

Jiang Yangjing looked at these things.

What were once obscure and difficult knowledge points are now easily remembered.

Suddenly, I received a QQ message on my phone from Tian Xiwei: "Are you there?"
Jiang Yang typed back: ["Yes."]
Tian Xiwei sent a message: "How did you do on the exam today?"
"Not bad, how about you?" Jiang Yang replied.

He replied by hiding his phone under his desk, and that feeling came back instantly.

Having been to many places, I've never found a better place to secretly play on my phone than under a desk.

[Under your care, Tian Xiwei's acting skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

Have they managed to exploit Tian Xiwei's acting skills?

This shows that Tian Xiwei is playing herself.

She didn't actually care how well she did on the exam; she had other motives.

Jiang Yang knew what was going on.

This little trick, in her own eyes, was nothing but innocence.

The sight of someone running away after holding hands is more sincere than any love letter.

Unlike me, an ordinary person who has learned all sorts of tricks but has never been able to replicate the courage I had back then when my hands were trembling as I sent "Are you there?"

"I'm doing alright, I should be able to pass the cultural requirement." Tian Xiwei sent a message.

Tian Xiwei didn't go to the dance studio tonight. Instead, she attended evening self-study with the regular students in her original class, sitting in a seat near the window in the back row of the classroom.

Academic scores and dance skills are both essential.

Sitting in the classroom by the window, she glanced outside and, noticing that there was no homeroom teacher patrolling, took out her phone.

She noticed that Jiang Yang didn't reply to her.

I tried holding Jiang Yang's hand yesterday, and Jiang Yang didn't reject it.

I haven't contacted Jiang Yang since.

Was I being too presumptuous?
Will Jiang Yang think I'm too casual?

Tian Xiwei was unsure.

Several times when I came out of the exam room, I ran into Jiang Yang. I wanted to go over and chat with him, but my body would run away uncontrollably.

I always belatedly berate myself for being a coward.

Mingming was determined to seize the opportunity.

I want to dance for Jiang Yang and see if I can get a gig from him.

But when the opportunity was right in front of him, he just couldn't open his mouth.

These legs are trying to escape.

Just like yesterday on the playground, Jiang Yang and Zhao Jinmai had a video chat, giving themselves a chance to chat with Zhao Jinmai for a few minutes.

Zhao Jinmai was incredibly warm towards him because of Jiang Yang's influence.

She praised herself for being beautiful and for having big eyes, but after hesitating for a long time, she could only stammer out a "hello".

How pathetic.

This is always the case.

The plan is meticulous, but the execution is hesitant and timid.

Thunder, little rain.

Jiang Yang is clearly very good to me, so why am I becoming more and more afraid of him?

She was afraid of Jiang Yang leaving, afraid of getting close to Jiang Yang, and even more afraid that if she came into contact with Jiang Yang, she would subconsciously speak Mandarin and walk with her hands and feet moving in unison, making her extremely embarrassed.

very annoying.

Sometimes when I get angry, I really want to knock Jiang Yang down with a headbutt.

Tomorrow I'm going to Beiping to take the entrance exam for the Beijing Dance Academy, then the Shanghai Theatre Academy in Shanghai, and then the Nanjing University of the Arts in Nanjing. I don't know if I'll ever see Jiang Yang again.

Just then, Jiang Yang told me that I would be attending evening self-study today.

If we don't seize this opportunity now, we may never have another chance.

She can be so fierce that she can make a boy from the next class cry, but in front of a boy she likes, she swallows back the words "I like you".

Because I know my feelings aren't genuine.

They are driven by self-interest.

They wanted Jiang Yang's announcement.

Therefore, I feel guilty.

I planned a million ways to confess my feelings, but in the end, all I sent was a simple "How did you do on your exam today?"

Tian Xiwei turned on her phone screen again, held her breath for a few seconds, and typed: [“Want to go for a walk together after evening self-study? I…”]
'I can dance for you'

Before she could type that sentence out, Tian Xiwei deleted the entire line, letting out a sigh of relief.

(End of this chapter)