Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 186 The money for atonement must be earned with a clean soul.

Judging by the time, Tian Xiwei was still on a hard sleeper train.

It won't arrive that quickly.

Practicing dance is the priority.

When the car arrived at the East Hotel, Yang Chaoyue got out and watched Jiang Yang get into the crew's business vehicle. He then instructed the hotel driver to drive the spare Panamera to the VIP parking space before taking the elevator upstairs.

I no longer felt the awkwardness I had when I first arrived at a star-rated hotel in Beiping.

Wearing high-top heels, she walked steadily on the hotel's short-pile carpet.

She raised her hand and knocked on the dance studio door with her fingertips, but did not push the door open or go in. She waited silently outside.

Then they heard Zhao Jinmai shouting from inside: "Teacher Haocun, it must be Chaoyue. Don't help me, I can get up by myself."

Then came the sound of jogging.

The door to the dance studio opened from the inside, and a warm breeze blew in.

Zhao Jinmai took off her coat, revealing a loose, pure white T-shirt. Her body was soaked with sweat, making the T-shirt somewhat see-through.

You can see she's wearing a tube top with a bear pattern underneath.

Seeing Zhao Jinmai grinning at him, Yang Chaoyue's face also lit up with a smile.

"Super Leap, watch closely! I can bend over backwards now."

Zhao Jinmai put her hands on her hips and twisted around once.

Raise both hands high and begin to lean back.

First the neck, then the thoracic spine; it feels more natural when bending over.

When the pain hit her lumbar spine, Zhao Jinmai bit her lower lip, her knees involuntarily pushed forward, and her fingers opened and then curled up.

Hearing Liu Haochun in front of the mirror, his gaze shifted from Yang Chaoyue at the door to Zhao Jinmai, and he called out, "Maimai, don't move too much, it's bad for your spine."

After Liu Haochun finished his reminder, his gaze fell on Yang Chaoyue.

She had shoulder-length, smooth, jet-black hair.

Wearing an expensive fur-trimmed coat, the logo of which is Versace, I'm a classmate from a wealthy family at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy. I've worn clothes from similar brands.

Winter clothing starts at 10,000 yuan.

The more expensive ones can cost over 50,000.

My family is well-off; my parents give me 3,000 yuan a month for living expenses, which is better than most students' living conditions.

I can't afford these clothes.

She has delicate features and fair skin.

Wearing high-top shoes, she appeared to be half a head taller than me.

Was Yang Chaoyue really a factory worker before?

Liu Haochun murmured to himself.

Could my mother have been mistaken about the situation she told me about Yang Chaoyue?

It feels unreal.

I didn't sense any rustic charm from Yang Chaoyue's past as a factory worker; the girl standing at the door looked more like a sophisticated urban professional.

Yang Chaoyue's attention was not on Liu Haochun, but on Zhao Jinmai, who was bending over backwards in front of him.

Zhao Jinmai immediately stopped exerting force, her calves trembled, and she could not stand up.

Yang Chaoyue put his arm around Zhao Jinmai's waist and helped her up, asking with concern, "Is your spine alright?"

"It's alright, I'm quite flexible."

Zhao Jinmai felt dizzy the moment she stood up, but forced a smile: "Am I amazing?"

"Impressive," Yang Chaoyue exclaimed. "Like an old man drinking poison."

"What the heck?"

"Show-off."

Zhao Jinmai pounded her lower back with her hand: "Where's Xiao Jiang?"

"Yang has gone to the film set to film. His role is almost finished filming, and he has a lot of scenes to shoot."

"It's fine if Jiang Yang doesn't come. It saves us from having to do those difficult moves in the dance studio, which would just be a mess."

"Yang Ge can do a backbend?"

"He can do more than just bend over backwards; his body is so flexible that his elbows can touch the ground."

Hear the words.

Yang Chaoyue's lower eyelids twitched slightly, and his breathing became a little heavier.

Previously, Jiang Yang had taught him some basic dance moves, but he hadn't shown his dance skills.

It turns out Yang Ge can even dance.

She seems to have a strong foundation in dance.

Liu Haochun remained silent.

She stood behind Zhao Jinmai, keeping a two-meter distance from Yang Chaoyue, her hands clasped over her stomach, watching Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Jinmai chat familiarly.

He wore a polite smile.

During the time I was teaching Zhao Jinmai to dance, I would chat with her from time to time.

She has no airs of a child star, follows my instructions, and is easy to get along with. Zhao Jinmai is very polite to me.

Praising one's own good looks.

Praise your good skin.

He boasted about his high level of dancing skills.

All of it was polite praise; I thought Zhao Jinmai was like that with everyone.

When Yang Chaoyue arrived, he realized that Zhao Jinmai's previous praise of him was all just polite formality.

People who know each other well don't say these polite, formal things.

When Yang Chaoyue first joined Jiangyang Company, she was just a factory girl, but now she has a very close relationship with child star Zhao Jinmai.

If I became an employee of Jiangyang Company, I would most likely be able to do the same.

Factory girls can do it.

I can do it myself.

Liu Haochun stared at Yang Chaoyue, her eyelashes slightly lowered, obscuring a bit of her pupils... If she had met Jiang Yang earlier than Yang Chaoyue, would she have already made a name for herself in the film and television industry, and would she have already earned enough money to atone for her parents' sins?

Compared to himself, Yang Chaoyue's only advantage might be the time he met Jiang Yang.

I really hope that the Versace fur coat Yang Chaoyue is wearing is a fake, so that my jealousy will turn into pity.

These thoughts had just begun to emerge.

Liu Haochun immediately turned his head to look at himself in the mirror.

Changed again.

Suddenly, I realized that my eyes had become pitiful again.

The smile had faded.

The sordid ideas my parents taught me have unknowingly resurfaced in my mind.

Liu Haochun pinched his right wrist hard with his left fingernail.

Use pain to wake yourself up.

No pain can compare to the shame of realizing you're being jealous.

If Yang Chaoyue and Zhao Jinmai hadn't been there, I would have loved to slap myself a few times.

She had clearly made up her mind to change herself and not grow up to be like her parents or replicate their future lives.

Watching yourself fall into depravity with awareness is more painful than rotting away unknowingly.

They haven't even received a contract from Jiangyang Company yet, so why should all of Yang Chaoyue's efforts be negated just because she's a factory worker?

I'm the clown.

Close your eyes and adjust your breathing.

Open your eyes again.

His gaze became clear, and the corners of his mouth curved into a new, genuine smile.

The courage to smile again comes from facing your ugly self directly.

Money for atonement must be earned with a clean soul.

After exchanging a few jokes with Zhao Jinmai, Yang Chaoyue looked up at Liu Haochun.
It was Yang Ge who specially hired a dance teacher for himself.

She's a very pretty girl.

The head-to-body ratio is very good, with a small head and face.

The jawline is sharp, so thin that you can see the contours of the chewing muscles, with no excess fat.

Slightly protruding cheekbones, pale and cool skin.

The bridge of the nose is thin and straight, the tip of the nose is fleshy, and it has a somewhat blunt feel.

No manicure, no makeup, and the dark circles under her eyes are probably from staying up late practicing martial arts; concealer can cover them up.

The cervical vertebrae are clearly defined, and the swan neck is very noticeable.

She had her hair tied up in a neat high bun, with a few wisps of hair on her forehead.

At first glance, he has an outstanding demeanor.

Yang Ge didn't just randomly choose a dance teacher for himself. Judging from his outstanding demeanor, Liu Haochun's dance level was very high: "Hello, Teacher Haochun."

Yang Chaoyue smiled, reached out and stepped towards Liu Haochun, his gaze fixed on the other's brow:

"I am an employee of Jiangyang Company, and my name is Yang Chaoyue."

Liu Haochun raised his hand and shook hands with Yang Chaoyue. He looked up slightly at Yang Chaoyue, who was half a head taller than him, and said, "Jiang Yang told me about you. Hello Chaoyue, my surname is Liu and my name is Liu Haochun. I am currently a student at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy."

"The affiliated high school of Beijing Dance Academy? Will you be taking the entrance exam for Beijing Dance Academy this year?"

"Yes, it will happen in the next day or two."

"so good."

"Good, good for what?"

"They are much better than me, unlike me, who has little education and culture."

Liu Haochun asked, "Haven't you already acted in TV dramas and become an actor, earning money? Why do you still want to study?"

(End of this chapter)