Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 178 If you ever can't get over a breakup, remember to yell at me to wake me up.
Tian Xiwei's eyes twitched slightly when she saw the message from Jiang Yang.

I felt a sense of shame.

Jiang Yang said he was possessed by a ghost when she finally acted so ladylike.

I want to punch him twice.

Those relationship coaches on Weibo get so many likes, why don't they work for me?

Clumsily practicing one's speaking tone seems unable to change the persona one projects in the other person's mind.

You try so hard to change yourself to achieve your goal, but end up messing things up.

Tian Xiwei impatiently threw off the blanket, sat up, and bumped her head against the ceiling of the carriage with a thud.

She covered her head and slapped her phone on the bed.

Social death can indeed cause brain death.

Fingers crumpled the sheets.

Stop pretending!
After a couple of minutes, she picked up her phone again and sent Jiang Yang a voice message: ["That wasn't me, are you hearing things? Don't go spreading rumors."]
My finger trembled for a few seconds on the send button before I clicked send.

Taking advantage of my current boldness, I quickly posted another message: ["Take me to the film set sometime, I want to watch you film, I'm even willing to help you out, just give me a straight answer!"]
The first half of the sentence was fierce, but the last syllable revealed a hint of sob.

I'm so ashamed of my own stupidity.

Immediately after sending the message, put the phone under your pillow.

I lay in bed, waiting quietly.

She heard the notification sound of Jiang Yang replying to a message under her pillow.

I took out my phone, turned on the screen, and saw a text message in the Chongqing dialect: ["That's right, send me your location when you arrive, and I'll pick you up in a couple of days."]
As Tian Xi read the message, her lips moved silently, confirming that it wasn't a hallucination.

The pupils contract slightly.

My toes curled up and then relaxed in the blankets, overwhelmed with sudden joy.

It turns out there was no need to pretend at all.

Jiang Yang did not refuse her.

Why is Jiang Yang so good to me?
The subconscious feeling was somewhat unreal.

Being an art student and going through all the training experiences along the way has made me more mature than my peers.

My parents also told me from a young age that no one will be kind to me for no reason.

This isn't my first time in Beiping.

My parents had accompanied me here once before and enrolled me in an intensive art exam preparation course.

The students there, like myself, had received professional dance training since elementary school.

They have a solid foundation.

Her flexibility, coordination, and dance performance are no worse than mine.

Students came from all over the world, including Shanghai, Guangzhou, Linchuan, Shenzhen, Nanjing, and more.

Her dance teacher was a graduate of the Beijing Dance Academy and the Dance Academy of Minzu University of China.

Even the teaching assistants are graduate students from the Beijing Dance Academy.

Academic affairs management personnel coordinate teaching venues, handle student attendance and leave requests, and ensure the normal operation of teaching order.

There are logistical support personnel to ensure the safety of the training venue and the proper functioning of dance equipment such as sound systems, mirrors, and ballet barres.

The cost is high prices.

I stayed in a hostel, and that's when I got the meniscus injury.

After New Year's Day, I was asked to leave because the training results did not meet the teacher's expectations.

Tian Xiwei knew that was an excuse, because there were many people in that training institution who were worse than her. The real reason was that she couldn't afford the tuition.

Art exam crash courses are not charities; they won't help you without expecting anything in return. If you don't have money, you should get lost.

If I can't bring any benefits to Jiang Yang, our relationship will definitely drift further and further apart.

Just like the time I spent in the art exam training class, the teacher had a lot of faith in me and once said to me:
“Tian Xiwei, you are very talented, and you have a strong drive in your bones, but…”

But what follows are all respectable lies.

If a teacher can't earn money, they'll be asked to leave.

The same goes for Jiangyang.

Why would Jiang Yang help me if he can't gain any benefit from it?
Just because they're from the same hometown as Jiangyang?

Just because she seems to have a good relationship with Jiang Yang now?
She had only known Jiang Yang for a little over half a month; falling in love at first sight was something that only happened in those mindless romance dramas.

Opportunities come easily and leave quietly.

A sudden sharp pain in an old meniscus injury.

My anxiety attacks every time.

Tian Xi stood up slightly and pinched her knee hard to calm herself down.

Pain is good; pain brings clarity.

Use physical pain to relieve psychological anxiety.

A QQ message arrived on her phone from Ye Qingzhu: "Xiwei, have you boarded the train yet?"

Let's chat for a bit.

Ye Qingzhu brought up the topic from last night again.

When asked if she was in a relationship, Tian Xiwei denied it.

He then asked Tian Xiwei if she had someone she liked, and Tian Xiwei vaguely replied with an "Mmm".

Ye Qingzhu sent another message: "No wonder you've been acting strange lately. You're in trouble, you're about to fall in love."

Jiang Yang is not an ordinary student.

On the bright side, if I really did end up with Jiang Yang, I might never meet such an outstanding guy again after we broke up. At that point, I would definitely be extremely disappointed in love.

As soon as this thought came up.

Tian Xi raised her hand slightly and gently patted her cheek.

Even though it hasn't even started, I'm already worried about breaking up... Ye Qingzhu is right, I seem to have really changed lately.

I never used to think about so many things, but now my mind is a mess.

It's still unclear why Jiang Yang is being so kind to her.

She didn't know what value she could bring to Jiang Yang. At the end of the conversation, she sent a message to Ye Qingzhu: "If I ever get over a breakup, remember to scold me to wake me up."

Love is both looking up and looking down into the abyss.

After replying to Tian Xiwei's message, Jiang Yang sat in the middle of the van.

He arrived early, and in the car, besides himself, there was a makeup artist, a driver, and an intern production assistant.

The executive producer hasn't arrived yet.

Being idle is also idle.

He unzipped his briefcase and took out an artist management agreement.

There are terms and conditions regarding the brokerage period, compensation distribution, confidentiality clauses, liability for breach of contract, and other additional terms.

In the information section for both parties, the company listed is my own shell company.

In the artist section, Jiang Yang filled in the contact information and address... all of which belonged to Tian Xiwei.

Tian Xiwei was an art student who had been trained in Beiping and had seen some of the world, so she wasn't as easily fooled as Yang Chaoyue.

If this agreement were presented on the first day, the girl would definitely refuse.

No rush, there will be opportunities.

The passenger door of the van opened, and a man in his thirties got in. He looked down at his phone, scrolling through the production budget, and gave Jiang Yang a professional smile: "Mr. Jiang Yang, your scenes might be filmed earlier today."

Jiang Yang understood what the other party meant: "It's nothing. Everyone wants to finish work quickly, so I'll just skip lunch."

"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Jiang Yang."

The professional smile on the paper-face became genuine.

I am very satisfied with Jiang Yang.

As soon as the final exams were over, I flew over overnight and started working the next day.

He was hardworking and never complained, never put on airs as a lead actor, and could usually get his scenes right in one take. He would also treat everyone to a nice meal from time to time.

Including that girl named Yang Chaoyue from Jiangyang's company, although her acting skills are not as good as Jiangyang's, her character is exactly the same as Jiangyang's.

The collaboration was very pleasant.

It's conceivable that if the show gets high ratings after it airs, the production team will likely work with Jiang Yang on his next project.

The van slowly drove off and stopped at the Huairou Film and Television Base.

Jiang Yang quickly got into work mode.

The assistant director held up the storyboard and followed the position of the sunlight.

The director, wrapped in a military overcoat, stared at the monitor, his right index finger tapping incessantly on his knee.

The handheld console's lens fogged up when I breathed on it, so I quickly wiped it with an eyeglass cloth.

The focus puller's right index finger was wrapped in a band-aid; it was from three consecutive days of manual focusing that caused the skin to rub raw.

The logistics team distributed chocolates to the student extras to prevent low blood sugar, and the wrappers were collected after work.

The team leader checked the number of boxed meals against the Excel spreadsheet.

Time flew by and it was already afternoon.

After Jiang Yang finished filming his scenes, he sat down to rest in a folding chair. In the [Three Scoundrels] QQ group, he received a voice message from Zhao Jinmai.

Clicking on it revealed a familiar Northeastern accent: ["Sister Chaoyue, can you lend me some money? I want to get a new skin."]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["How much money do you want?"]
Zhao Jinmai sent another voice message: ["Could you lend me more?"]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["Thirty thousand, what do you want to use it for?"]
Zhao Jin's voice was filled with surprise: "[Thirty thousand? You really lent me that much? Sister Chaoyue, from now on you're like my own mother.]"
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“What 30,000? I’m playing mahjong. I’m not a stingy person, I’ll lend you 10 at most… Self-draw, I won!”]
Jiang Yang watched with amusement.

Borrow money from Yang Chaoyue?

Yang Chaoyue values ​​money more than his life.

Zhao Jinmai then sent a message: [“How are you two doing over there? I’m so bored at home.”]
She sent me a video call invitation.

Jiang Yang and Yang Chaoyue both accepted, but did not turn on their respective cameras.

Zhao Jinmai, wearing a fluffy pajama, chuckled at the camera: "Xiao Jiang, are you sneaking a peek at the screen? You don't say a word in the group chat, but you're quick to answer the video call."

She switched the front camera to the rear camera and filmed her dining table: "Look at my freshly prepared mantis shrimp, steamed, doesn't it taste great?"

Jiang Yang clicked on Zhao Jinmai's video.

A plate of food was placed on the wooden dining table.

There were five or six mantis shrimp inside, with orange-red shells, pearly white abdomens, and light pink transitions at the joints.

The shrimp's body is naturally curved like a bow, and the fan-shaped scales at the tail are spread open at about 30 degrees.

Arrange the food on a plate with the back facing down and the belly facing up to prevent juice loss and preserve the yellow roe from the head.

"These are mantis shrimp! They look terrifying, like they've lived for thousands of years," Yang Chaoyue's voice came from the phone.

At first, there was the sound of mahjong being played over Yang Chaoyue's side.

It gradually stopped.

Yang Chaoyue praised, "Mai Mai, it's very well made. It looks delicious."

"Hehehehe." Zhao Jinmai kept laughing.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang said, "That's not how you make mantis shrimp. You've steamed it, haven't you? You should fry it in oil first, then eat it with noodles."

"This thing can be made like this? Deep-fried, or mixed with noodles," Zhao Jinmai pondered silently.

Jiang Yang said firmly, "This is how the ancients cooked pipa shrimp. The skills passed down from our ancestors can't be bad. As the old saying goes, 'Fried pipa shrimp with noodles.'"

Zhao Jinmai snapped out of her daze: "You're just trying to fool a kid! When you're old and in the hospital, I'll just pull out your oxygen tube!"

"It's better to remove it, so I won't suffer even more from being seriously ill."

"Then let's just leave it in, don't bother with it."

Zhao Jinmai then noticed that among the three people video chatting, only she had her webcam on, while the other two were using voice chat.

"Jiang Yang, turn on the video, let me see what you're fiddling with over there."

Jiang Yang turned on the camera, and the video showed himself leaning back in a recliner, looking lazy and comfortable.

The surrounding area was filled with busy staff.

"You're going to the film set to shoot soon, why didn't you say anything?" Zhao Jinmai asked.

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "I finished my exams at home and got bored, so I came to the film crew to report for duty. I hope to finish filming as soon as possible and wrap up before the Chinese New Year."

"I have to go too! After you finish filming, who will chat with me?"

(End of this chapter)