Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 181 The Small Town Dreamer

During the thirty seconds of the music starting, Liu Haochun knelt down and hugged his knees, imitating the curled-up posture of a baby bird.

When slowly extending your arms, let your fingertips glide across the floor, leaving sweat stains.

Her gaze shifted from alluring to unfocused, then gradually returned to focus.

Throughout the entire process, apart from Liu Haochun's gaze drifting over three times, Jiang Yang did not notice any mistakes.

This demonstrates that Liu Haochun's professional level surpasses his in terms of the overall momentum of the dance.

At the same time, the system will no longer receive notifications about extracting acting skills attributes from Liu Haochun.

This indicates that Liu Haochun has entered dance mode and is no longer performing.

The next minute and thirty seconds depict the peacock's clumsy transformation into human form.

Liu Haochun walks on the soles of his feet, mimicking the webbed feet of birds, with his heels always two centimeters off the ground.

Inhale and expand your chest, hold your breath, then exhale sharply, creating a pause; this staccato breathing technique is executed perfectly.

Then comes the two-minute peacock display phase.

Liu Haochunping transitioned to a kneeling slide, changing the back kick to a side kick, opening his legs to nearly 180 degrees.

The hand is rotated outward to an extreme degree, with the little finger pointing towards Jiang Yang, creating the feeling of feathers.

The peacock is just entering its climax, a stage of rebirth from the ashes.

The dance student's music suddenly stopped.

"Ok?"

Jiang Yang turned his head to look at the speaker and knew something was wrong.

That's normal. The dance studio in the hotel is an auxiliary room, and the speakers haven't been replaced for a long time, so problems often occur.

He did not call a halt.

He looked at Liu Haochun with a scrutinizing gaze.

The moment the music stopped, Liu Haochun instantly snapped out of her dance state.

My fingers suddenly spasmed, and my left foot unconsciously stomped on the ground, the friction sound so loud that it could be clearly heard throughout the dance studio.

The first mistake.

Realizing her mistake, she looked up and met Jiang Yang's scrutinizing gaze, her heart pounding faster.

Jiang Yang didn't call a halt, and it can't be stopped.

Perhaps it's a test for myself.

Dancing without music feels awkward, especially since she's wearing a gymnastics outfit instead of the peacock costume from "Spirit of the Peacock."

Once the atmosphere disappeared, the movements became clumsy.

Liu Haochun blinked more frequently.

With her mouth drooping and her nostrils slightly flared, she was very unwilling to have encountered such an accident.

Can not change.

You need to adapt quickly.

Continue dancing.

She rapidly shook her shoulder blades, mimicking the spasmodic flapping of a peacock's wings.

Stand on your tiptoes and suddenly kneel down.

Grab your ankles with both hands, curl up using your abdominal muscles, and lift your spine off the ground segment by segment, as if being lifted by invisible threads.

This move was exceptionally difficult, and Jiang Yang's lower eyelids trembled slightly as he watched.

With his current dance skills, he cannot achieve that.

Even if he could achieve it, he wouldn't do this movement easily because it would cause great damage to his spine.

Then came eight more consecutive kneeling spins.

The sound of her knees hitting the floor hard without knee pads made Jiang Yang's ears ring: "Is this girl out of her mind?"

It's as if you can see the stubbornness of a dance student, who would rather tear a ligament than be looked down upon for even a second.

If we let Liu Haochun jump again, we might get into trouble.

I just wanted to see her dancing skills; I didn't push her to the limit.

"Stop, don't jump anymore."

Jiang Yang called out.

Liu Haochun didn't stop until Jiang Yang stepped forward and placed his hand on her shoulder, at which point she stopped.

Jiang Yang's hands were covered in the fine sweat seeping from Liu Haochun's shoulders, making them very slippery: "You jumped too hard. If your mother were outside, she would think you were kowtowing to me, and she would rush in and yell at me."

Liu Haochun came to his senses.

She glanced at Jiang Yang's hand, which had already withdrawn from her shoulder, and her shoulder blades snapped back, causing her body to lean slightly backward.

He gripped his leotard tightly and took two steps back.

She subconsciously avoided physical contact with boys.

After realizing his lapse in composure.

He hurriedly moved his hand from his chest to behind his ear to cover his retreating motion.

The toes secretly rolled back into place, the sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the wooden board was very faint.

My mother taught me to use my gender to attract men, and my father taught me to please men.

They learn these things gradually and subtly from a young age.

Ultimately, he came to hate his parents, yet couldn't let go of them.

Resisting everything that my parents taught me from a young age.

So much so that even without changing their habits, their bodies instinctively resist being touched by boys. The conditioned reflexes planted by their parents have taken root and sprouted in their veins.

I hate being touched, and I hate even more the way I instinctively flinch away.

"How did I jump?" Liu Haochun asked cautiously, his breath trembling.

"You jumped pretty well, but there's one thing you're not quite right about."

"Which point?"

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun's shoulder and neck lines suddenly stiffened.

She dared not meet Jiang Yang's gaze, her eyes lowered, moving from Jiang Yang's eyes to his lips, and finally landing on his Adam's apple.

"Yes, yes, that's the look in my eyes."

Jiang Yang emphasized, "That pitiful look is unsettling; there's no need for that."

Liu Haochun's lower eyelids trembled slightly.

Jiang Yang doesn't like that look in her eyes?

Didn't Mom say that boys like this pitiful look in their eyes?

For the first time, someone told me, "You don't have to do this."

Jiang Yang continued, "If you could, could you change it? Just use your normal gaze."

"I...can do it."

Liu Haochun lowered his eyes slightly, then raised them again.

The eyelashes naturally lift up, no longer obscuring the pupils.

Her gaze no longer betrayed any weakness; she focused intently on Jiang Yang, her eye muscles relaxed.

The pitiful look in her eyes was gone.

His gaze became clear.

Jiang Yang felt much more relaxed. It wasn't that he disliked Liu Haochun's pitiful look; it was mainly because the other person was still a minor.

That look is so intense.

We'll restore Liu Haochun's health once she's an adult.

"Right, that is it."

Jiang Yang laughed and asked, "Can you adapt to this?"

"I can do it."

Liu Haochun's lips twitched slightly, then slowly turned up: "I can adapt."

Chatted for a while.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message, a voice message from Yang Chaoyue.

Jiang Yang clicked on it.

Even without holding it to his ear, the sound coming from the speaker could be heard throughout the entire dance studio: ["Yang-ge, I'm on the high-speed train. I overheard people chatting in the carriage and heard a new term: 'small-town exam taker.' What does that mean?"]
Hear the words.

Liu Haochun tilted his head.

Small-town exam takers?
This was the first time she heard this term.

A glance at Jiang Yang's phone screen revealed a WeChat chat page with the contact name Yang Chaoyue.

Liu Haochun understood that this was the female artist signed by Jiangyang Company.

She was the girl who was brought into the film crew to play a supporting role through Jiang Yang's connections.

She's a year older than me, has a lower level of education, isn't from a professional acting background, used to be a factory worker, but now her acting career has far surpassed mine.

Very envious.

I am not jealous.

Because I clearly understand that I also have a chance.

Jiang Yang had just told himself that as long as he taught the three girls who came today to dance, he could help them all improve.

You can then sign an artist management contract with Jiangyang Company and receive approval immediately.

“A small-town exam-taker,” Jiang Yang murmured.

This term only became widely known and popular a few years later.

Jiang Yang sent a voice message explaining: [“Small-town test-takers” means young students born in small cities who bury themselves in their studies, excel at exams, but lack a certain vision and resources.]
Liu Haochun suddenly realized.

It turns out I'm just a test-taker from a small town.

Yang Chaoyue sent a voice message: ["Brother Yang, I don't understand. Can you speak like a human?"]
Liu Haochun raised his eyebrows slightly.

How dare Yang Chaoyue speak to his boss like that?

Who is the boss, really?

Jiang Yang regretted clicking on the voice message.

It should be converted directly to text.

He smiled at Liu Haochun and said, "You flatter me. My employees usually respect me a lot."

"Mmm." Liu Haochun pursed his lips, nodded silently, and smiled slowly, "I can feel it."

Jiang Yang then sent Yang Chaoyue a voice message: ["Simply put, 'small-town exam takers' are young people born in small cities who change their fate through the college entrance examination and civil service exams."]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“Got it, I’m the small-town test-taker.”]
Jiang Yang replied: [“You’re a nobody, a small-town exam-taker. Have you even taken the college entrance exam?”]
"I've never participated." Yang Chaoyue sent a message.

[“Have you ever taken the civil service exam?”] Jiang Yang walked towards the entrance of the dance studio.

[“I’ve never participated before… Brother Yang, I don’t think I belong to the small-town exam-taking experts. So what kind of experts am I?”]
"A small-town dreamer."
(End of this chapter)