Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 190 Every stroke and character touched Tian Xiwei's heartbeat.
"Have it?"

"You sound strange."

"What's the matter."

"Why are you speaking Mandarin to me?"

"what!"

Jiang Yang's laughter came through the receiver: "Oh ho! You're getting used to speaking Mandarin with the people on set."

As soon as he switched back to the Chongqing dialect, Jiang Yang's speech quickened: "We Chongqing people should speak the Chongqing dialect when we're out in the world!"

Yes, yes.

Tian Xiwei heard the familiar local accent and covered her mouth, not wanting Jiang Yang to hear her laughter too obviously.

She was afraid Jiang Yang would realize that she was mocking him.

Because they were genuinely mocking Jiang Yang.

At Tongliang Middle School in Chongqing, he twice claimed that he spoke Mandarin while chatting. This time he got caught.

Tian Xi's dimples appeared uncontrollably.

He can easily find the feeling of home even when he speaks a few words of dialect.

Yang Chaoyue saw Tian Xiwei put away her phone, knowing that she had finished talking to Jiang Yang.

She sent Jiang Yang a message: [“Brother Yang, how did I do for my first time picking people up?”]
Jiang Yang replied: "Well done."
Immediately following was another message from Jiang Yang: [“Liu Haochun said you're training too hard, there's no need for that.”]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["Why?"]
Jiang Yang sent me a voice message: [“For dance beginners, forcibly opening the hips can cause the hip joints to pop, and overstretching can cause the ligaments to loosen. After incorrect force application develops muscle memory, the brain will default to this being the correct procedure.”]
What is the hip joint?

What happens when ligaments become lax?

The way you apply force is incorrect.

Yang Chaoyue didn't understand.

Did some knowledge just pass through my brain?
Yang Chaoyue replied: [“I’ve learned something.”]
Anyway, all I know is that only through hard training can I earn the chance to receive a drama invitation from the S+ platform a few days later.

She sent Jiang Yang a 10 yuan red envelope with the note that it was for dance lessons.

Jiang Yang answered immediately.

He sent Yang Chaoyue a meme of someone kneeling down and frantically kowtowing to their boss.

Yang Chaoyue leaned back comfortably in his seat and crossed his legs.

I didn't understand what Yang Ge had just taught me, but seeing Yang Ge kneel down and kowtow to me, calling me boss, filled me with a great sense of accomplishment.

Unzip the backpack; inside is the artist management agreement from Jiangyang Company.

There's no rush to give it to Tian Xi for micro-signature right now.

She opened the car door and waved to Tian Xiwei: "Xiwei, this car."

"Ah, it's here."

Tian Xiwei responded to Yang Chaoyue's comment.

She silently repeated the way Jiang Yang had addressed her just now.

Dawn.

Many people call themselves that, including classmates from Tongliang School in Wudu who are close to them.

For example, that's how Ye Qingzhu was called, from the first year of high school to the third year.

Yang Chaoyue also refers to himself in this way, probably to appear more intimate.

Jiang Yang calls me that now too, and I don't know why, but it feels different from other people's.

When someone becomes special, even if the way others address them is the same as how others address them, it will still feel special.

Suddenly, these two characters had strokes, each stroke striking a chord in my heart.

The smile on his lips couldn't be hidden.

She walked towards Yang Chaoyue.
The natural steps suddenly became hesitant.

The smile froze.

My gaze was fixed on the Panamera that slowly drove out of the parking space and came to a steady stop in front of me.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The Porsche logo is very eye-catching.

Isn't Jiang Yang's car that Corolla?
The driver wasn't Yang Chaoyue, but a man in a suit, white gloves, and with the East Hotel logo on his chest. "Xiwei, get in the car," Yang Chaoyue said to Tian Xi with a smile from the back seat.

"okay."

Tian Xi smiled politely, but her muscles were stiff when she nodded.

I've never driven such a nice car before.

I hovered my hand over the doorknob for a second, then opened the door and gently stepped inside.

I'm afraid of damaging the high-end leather interior by using too much force.

He deliberately straightened his back and did not lean back in the seat.

Place your hands on your knees, one on top of the other, and keep your feet together.

Suddenly, I heard the driver ask, "Is the air conditioning temperature comfortable?"

Yang Chaoyue remained silent, only looking at Tian Xiwei questioningly.

Tian Xiwei said repeatedly, "Yes, yes."

I didn't even notice that the air conditioning was on in the car.

He chatted with Yang Chaoyue in a casual manner.

Tian Xiwei's emotions gradually calmed down.

The rapid breathing that started when I first got on the bus gradually turned into shallow breathing that I consciously controlled.

Tian Xiwei then realized that the car did not belong to Jiang Yang.

The production crew booked a suite in a star-rated hotel for the lead actors, reserved a VIP parking space, and provided a car from the hotel.

It's not as convenient to use as Jiang Yang's own car. There are charges for exceeding the time limit, and if you drive it yourself, you have to pay for any damage. You can't drive it out of the province.

What is a luxury hotel suite? What is a VIP parking space?
Very unfamiliar vocabulary.

When I first came to Beiping, I was studying in an art exam training class. I couldn't find a short-term rental, not even a basement. There were no monthly rent options, and I had to pay a deposit for three months.

I don't have the money to pay the deposit.

Even if you have the money, you might worry that after paying a deposit, the landlord will find all sorts of reasons not to return it when you move out.

So I stayed in a hostel for a short period of time.

My roommates are other female classmates from the art exam training class who are not well-off.

The beds are bunk beds with metal frames, which creak when you turn over.

The yoga mat can never be laid flat.

The bathroom door lock is half broken.

When you push the door open and go in, you can smell a strong odor of disinfectant.

Every morning, I can hear my roommate's alarm clock.

A hostel bed that costs fifty yuan has a gymnastics uniform that costs five hundred yuan hanging on it.

"Xiwei, Yang-ge has booked a suite for you." Yang Chaoyue's voice suddenly interrupted Tian Xiwei's thoughts.

The car had already exited the East Third Ring Road and passed through the congested Jiuxianqiao area.

We're almost at the hotel.

"Suite?"

"It's that hotel, the one in front."

Tian Xi raised her eyes slightly and saw a 22-story glass curtain wall cube.

The exterior facade features horizontal metal decorative strips.

Tian Xiwei's sitting posture changed from relaxed to upright, and the corners of her mouth were slightly open.

Swallow what you want to say.

He muttered to himself, "This...it's so tall..."

The sound of swallowing was louder than the sound of breathing.

Does Jiang Yang stay in places like this every day while filming?

(End of this chapter)