Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 187 Yang Chaoyue's poor foundation shocked Liu Haochun
"I want to become a college student."

Yang Chaoyue laughed and said, "It is a bit greedy. I have been studying high school courses and I might be able to take the college entrance examination this year. I don't need to get into a very good school. I would be satisfied if I could get into an ordinary third-tier university."

There was another reason, but Yang Chaoyue didn't say it.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Yang would send himself a red envelope (cash gift) for every unit of knowledge he learned.

They have both five-yuan and ten-yuan options.

Little by little, you can save money on shampoo.

the most important is.

Yang Ge's advice to read more books is definitely the right thing to do.

We should listen to Jiang Yang.

Liu Haochun's lips parted slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Yang Chaoyue seemed to envy him. The other person wasn't joking, because the way Yang Chaoyue looked at him was very sincere.

At the same time, I felt that Yang Chaoyue was holding my hand, and his palm was very rough.

The thenar and hypothenar muscles of the palm, the base of the fingers, and the center of the palm are all covered in calluses.

How did you do it.

In an instant, I understood the reason.

I completely believe that Yang Chaoyue was a factory worker before.

A person's demeanor can change, but the marks left from being a factory worker can linger for a long time.

Envious of those who are still in school?

Yang Chaoyue's career has already taken off, so why does he still want to become a college student?

Do not understand.

Let Yang Chaoyue review the training plan that has been prepared for him.

Dance training began.

After taking off his coat and changing out of his high-heeled dance shoes into the flat dance shoes that dance students wear during training, Liu Haochun noticed that Yang Chaoyue was still slightly taller than him.

It's about three centimeters.

Liu Haochun measured Yang Chaoyue's flexibility and coordination.

Very bad.

She's much worse than Zhao Jinmai.

A horizontal fork can only form a maximum angle of 120 degrees.

When doing the splits, the front legs are bent like a shrimp, and the hands are trembling as they support themselves on the ground.

When testing shoulder opening, it was impossible to clasp hands behind the back; the fingertips could barely touch.

Zhao Jinmai sat on a low stool in front of the full-length mirror to rest, watching Yang Chaoyue sit in a forward bend, barely able to touch his ankle with his fingertips, even while grimacing.

She couldn't help but laugh: "Chaoyue, I'm not trying to be mean, but your body isn't as muscular as my grandma's."

"You're going a bit too far," Yang Chaoyue said, glancing at Zhao Jinmai.

"What the hell?"

"Pass the dung!"

Next, Yang Chaoyue's physical coordination was tested.

When stepping and waving his hands, Yang Chaoyue moves his hands and feet in unison.

Liu Haochun played a piece of music for Yang Chaoyue and asked him to keep up with the rhythm. He found that Yang Chaoyue couldn't even keep up with the 90 BPM drumbeats and was always half a beat behind.

When mimicking her movements, Yang Chaoyue reversed the direction from left to right.

The lack of flexibility and coordination in his body greatly shocked Liu Haochun.

Their basic skills are shockingly poor.

Therefore, the training plan for Yang Chaoyue will differ from that for Zhao Jinmai.

Perform dynamic stretching exercises in time intervals, including leg presses, hip stomps, and frog-like hip poses.

There are also jump rope cross steps to overcome the fear of moving the same hand and foot, and ground rolls to overcome physical fear.

And to sway freely to the music, embodying one's own liberated nature.

As the sun sets, the hotel's neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows illuminate the scene ahead of time.

Looking out the window, Jiuxianqiao Road was completely jammed, like a parking lot.

An advertisement for a certain mobile phone is playing on the glass curtain wall of the China World Trade Center Phase III.

Zhao Jinmai went to the hotel restaurant and brought back a nutritious meal.

Yang Chaoyue and Liu Haochun were resting on their respective yoga mats.

"Haochun, keep practicing." Yang Chaoyue got up after a short while.
"No, I can't take it anymore."

"I can handle it."

"I mean, I'm a little overwhelmed," Liu Haochun said weakly. He was experiencing firsthand the hardships of being a teacher.

After an afternoon of teaching, Yang Chaoyue showed an excellent attitude towards learning, but made no progress whatsoever.

I'm not tired.

My brain is tired.

I really wanted to treat Yang Chaoyue like a student, to give him a good scolding, and to vent my pent-up emotions.

Zhao Jinmai pushed open the door and came in, carrying a tray and bringing dinner.

The recipe was designed by Liu Haochun and includes salmon, broccoli, and quinoa to accelerate muscle repair.

The atmosphere is tense during mealtimes and when there is no training.

Zhao Jinmai stuffed a piece of broccoli into her mouth and muttered, "Chaoyue, it's a good thing your mom isn't a dance teacher."

"Why."

"Otherwise, you'll find that you've wasted half your life."

"Go ahead and watch your show!"

On the folding dining table in front of her, Zhao Jinmai's phone, propped up by a stand, was connected to the hotel's Wi-Fi and was playing an anime called "Blazing Teens".

It tells the story of a group of teenagers who love yo-yos and pursue their dreams through continuous efforts and challenges.

Liu Haochun tilted his head, chewing slowly, his attention focused on the fancy yo-yo skills displayed on his phone screen.

When I was in junior high school, I bought a yo-yo and played with it.

The axle is broken.

I haven't played it for years.

When Zhao Jinmai saw the exciting part, she laughed so hard that she showed her teeth, and she didn't even bother to eat the half bowl that was still left.

Noticing Liu Haochun leaning closer to her, watching intently, she asked, "Teacher Haochun, you also like watching this stuff?"

"Yeah, I like it. The yo-yo inside is really cool."

"You're a grown man, why would you want to watch this?"

Zhao Jinmai's tone suddenly rose, and she slapped her thigh.

"I'm a kid too. I'm just a little taller than you, and I'm only two years older than you," Liu Haochun said with a smile.

“If you like watching the same shows as me, then we’re best buddies,” Zhao Jinmai chuckled.

The words fell.

Yang Chaoyue, on the other side of Zhao Jinmai, muttered, "The plot of this drama is ridiculous."

"How is that bullshit?"

"The villain plotted this all along just to challenge the protagonist to a yo-yo competition?"

Zhao Jinmai's smile froze.

I want to refute it, but I can't find a reason.

She picked up her phone and searched for other shows: "The shows that our kids love to watch are really exciting, much better than the ones you adults watch."

I found one.

It's an anime.

It's called "Let's & Go!!".

After playing for a while, Zhao Jinmai tilted her head and asked, "Chaoyue, how's this?"

Yang Chaoyue showed absolutely no interest.

The cartoon is childish.

They care more about the college entrance examination than about four-wheel drive vehicles.

She still frowned: "The villain went to such lengths just to find the protagonist for a four-wheel drive race?"

Keep changing!
This time, we're playing "Hurricane Warrior".

Yang Chaoyue was greatly shocked by the plot: "The villain is all muscle, while the protagonist is as skinny as a chick. They could have killed the protagonist with one punch, but they insisted on competing to see whose top could spin the longest."

Zhao Jinmai's face fell: "You adults are so boring. Who didn't love watching cartoons when they were young? Now that you're grown up, you say they're childish. If you ask me, the main characters in these cartoons are all great heroes."

Done.

She covered her phone screen with the tabletop, stopped talking, and ate her meal in silence.

"MaiMai, I think there's a show that ChaoYue would definitely like to watch, and girls all like to watch it," Liu HaoChun suddenly said.
"real or fake?"

Zhao Jinmai's eyes lit up. She handed her phone to Liu Haochun and smugly said to Yang Chaoyue, "Teacher Haochun, find that drama! Let Chaoyue watch it!"

Ten seconds later.

A familiar voice rang out from the speaker in my hand: "Balala Energy, Shaluo Shaluo, Little Fairy, Transform..."

Zhao Jinmai straightened her spine immediately, stamped her foot in frustration, and pouted: "Don't bring up my past as a 'punk' youth. Neither of you is a good person! It was completely unnecessary for me to bring you nutritious meals from the restaurant!"

(End of this chapter)