Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 173 My heart fluttered, and I became anxious as time beat around the corner.

Make a few jokes.

Judging by the time, it's almost time to get off evening self-study.

Tian Xiwei went out carrying her dance bag.

As they approached the stairwell, Ye Qingzhu caught up with them.

He pulled a handful of mints from his pocket and gave them to Tian Xiwei, leaving only the yellowed, curly sticky note with the words "Beijing Dance Academy, wait for me" written on it.

She was no longer as playful as before. She glanced stiffly at the sticky note, and when she found that no one else was around, she said in a soft voice, "Actually, I really want to go to the Beijing Dance Academy, but I know I'm not qualified. The reason I said it before was because I was afraid that others would know that I couldn't pass the exam."

I know I won't pass the exam.

So I didn't even have the courage to go.

Dreams, like sticky notes, fade silently to yellowing.

To describe longing as dislike, and desire as disdain.

Build a high wall with lies to block out the sound of dreams shattering.

My book is full of teaching videos by famous teachers from the Beijing Dance Academy, but I'm increasingly hesitant to open them.

In youth, there are always people who live the lives we dare not become, and that person is Tian Xiwei in front of me.

Pause for one second.

She continued, "Take lots of photos when you get to the Beijing Dance Academy and send them to me."

He feared that Tian Xiwei would have more courage to take the exam than he did, and he also feared that Tian Xiwei's dream would be dashed like his own.

"Okay!" Tian Xi waved goodbye.

Ye Qingzhu returned to the dance studio to continue practicing, while Tian Xiwei, carrying her dance bag, went down the stairs.

He returned to his original class and to his seat.

I patted my cheeks with the back of my hand and found that they weren't hot, which put my mind at ease.

I glanced at my phone screen and saw that I hadn't received any QQ messages from Jiang Yang.

I just realized that when I replied to Jiang Yang earlier, I was too nervous and typed 'La Rola' instead of 'Corolla'.

The homeroom teacher was making a phone call in the hallway in front of the classroom.

Someone was secretly eating spicy snacks, and the smell quickly spread throughout the whole class.

Tian Xi glanced up at the clock on the blackboard; there were still ten minutes until school ended.

My female classmate was packing her schoolbag, haphazardly stuffing test papers, workbooks, and textbooks inside.

The top student in the front row flipped through his notes at a steady pace, thinking about how to solve the problem, his ballpoint pen clicking away.

Every ten seconds or so, Tian Xiwei would look up to check the time.

My eyelashes fluttered with each tick of the second hand.

My heart fluttered with the rhythm of time, and I became anxious.

Will Jiang Yang like the dance outfit I wear under my school uniform?

Are you interested in the dance "Spirit of the Peacock"?

Will I make a mistake when I jump? Will I be able to execute the spinal wave correctly? Will I be able to demonstrate professional skill in the three bends and the smooth side?

Is there enough light on the other side of the Huaiyuan River embankment?

A jumble of questions, random thoughts.

very annoying.

I'm not usually this conflicted.

I'm so annoyed by myself.

They will always speak frankly and directly about any problems that arise.

You can practice three bends, and you can correct one smooth path, but your own surging, burning heart beats erratically.

Tian Xi took a deep breath, blew her bangs away, and tried to calm herself down.

Tonight might be the last time I see Jiang Yang.

We must seize the opportunity.

Suddenly, I thought of a way to relieve my emotions.

She took out her phone, went into Jiang Yang's QQ space, and looked through his old melancholic posts and outlandish photos.

He gradually changed from sitting upright to resting his chin on his elbow: "It's hard to believe that Jiang Yang used to be from the Funeral Love Family."

"I heard from Zhao Jinmai that Jiang Yang was even licked on the hands and face by a dog that eats shit like crazy?"

My mood immediately eased considerably.

While digging into Jiang Yang's dark past, the dimples at the corners of her mouth were filled with secret delight.

Jiang Yang's flamboyant and outlandish hairstyles became his best tranquilizer.

Jiang Yang hid his phone under his desk; the screen showed his QQ space, indicating a new visitor.

It was Tian Xiwei. Jiang Yang once again felt the urge to make his past embarrassing history private.

In the end, they didn't do it.

That was the only innocence I had left, both laughable and naive.

Like a faded tattoo, it hurts but you can't bear to wash it off.

My face, now in my thirties, isn't as thin as it was when I was eighteen. Let others look if they want.

Jiang Yang still minds the fact that he was licked by the dog from Yang Chaoyue's hometown.

Suddenly, I heard two loud bangs.

It was the sound of the math teacher tapping the blackboard with a long triangle ruler on the podium, chalk dust falling onto his suit collar, as he went over yesterday's final math exam.

"How many times have I explained this question? A is clearly a distractor!"

Jiang Yang looked up.

I can do the problems the teacher explains.

Even if I didn't know, I'd never have the patience to listen to lectures again.

The top student in the front row holds down the test paper with his left hand, corrects it with a red pen in his right, and flips through the pages of his error notebook.

Under the desk of the couple in the middle, their little fingers are hooked together, and the girl uses her long hair to cover her face.

There was a long-haired girl by the window, breathing on the windowpane to write her name.

At the beginning of evening self-study, everyone was very focused.

There are only five minutes left before school ends, and it's getting very restless.

The red light on the water dispenser next to the podium was flashing.

Two boys in the front row were whispering to each other: "Want to go play a game after school?"

"Okay, give me mid lane, I'm a pro at Yasuo."

Shh... The teacher is watching.

The classroom was quiet for a while.

The math teacher continued explaining the problem.

In the group chat for "[Three Scoundrels]", Zhao Jinmai popped up: "[Xiao Jiang, I have a favor to ask you. When you go to the film set next year, bring a few extra portions of hot pot base from your hometown, Chongqing. My parents love it, and I'm very happy with that.]"
Jiang Yang was too lazy to pay attention.

This kid is cosplaying as an adult again.

Zhao Jinmai sent another message in the group: [Xiao Jiang, please reply if you receive this, @Jiang Yang.]
Jiang Yang's perfunctory edited message: [Received, Leader Mai.]
Zhao Jinmai sent another message: [Can this be done well?]
Jiang Yang typed: [You're just making things difficult for me. There's nothing I can do well. To be honest, it's pointless to talk. You entrusted this to me, but you didn't intend to get it done.]
The bell rang for the end of get out of class.

As soon as the teacher announced the end of the school day, the entire class's spines seemed to be released from their seals, and they stood up almost simultaneously.

The sound of stools scraping against the floor echoed throughout the room.

The fat guy near the podium couldn't hold back and let out a super long yawn.

The class monitor went to the podium, erased the number 128 from the countdown to the college entrance examination, and rewrote 127.

Tian Xiwei, carrying her dance bag, waited at the front door of the classroom.

Next to it is a stairwell with a high volume of people.

The corridor lights were dim, and there was a lot of footsteps. Occasionally, someone would shout, "Don't push!"

He turned his head to look in the direction of Jiang Yang's class.

She immediately spotted Jiang Yang walking towards her, following the flow of people in school uniforms.

He wasn't the tallest.

You can see it at a glance.

I subconsciously wanted to get closer, but I was afraid of being noticed by my classmates, and my heart started beating faster for no reason.

The legs that could normally do the splits and bend over backwards were now trembling like reeds in the wind.

Suddenly, I felt someone tap my wrist, and a familiar voice rang in my ear: "Tian Xiwei."

Looking up, she realized that Jiang Yang had already come to her side.

In the distance, Jiang Yang's eyelashes cast fine shadows under the corridor lights.

The collar of his school uniform wasn't turned up properly, revealing a section of his collarbone. I wanted to reach out and help him straighten it, but I didn't dare.

"How about we go to the dance studio to collect some things?" Jiang Yang suddenly asked.

"No, I..."

I realized that what I blurted out was Mandarin.

She swallowed hard and switched to Chongqing dialect: "I just went to the dance studio. I packed my dance clothes and shoes, kinesiology patches, frostbite cream, painkillers, and a shorthand notebook."

The two followed the flow of people toward the stairwell.

By the way.

Tian Xi asked softly, "Jiang Yang, do you like origami cranes?"

(End of this chapter)