Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 191 Jiang Yang's grades are in the top ten of his grade?

As soon as the car came to a stop, Tian Xiwei stood up, and the driver, wearing white gloves, opened the door and bowed politely, gesturing for her to enter.

I'm not used to having this kind of service.

Tian Xiwei got out of the car and stepped onto the dark gray honeycomb stone on the ground.

Follow Yang Chaoyue toward the hotel entrance.

The concierge staff, dressed in navy blue double-breasted suits and wearing white gloves, stood on either side of the main entrance.

The receptionist, dressed in a women's business suit, wore an earpiece in her right ear.

Upon entering, you can smell a fragrance wafting from the hotel lobby, the source of which is unknown.

Tian Xiwei took smaller steps and followed Yang Chaoyue to the front desk after entering the room, afraid of dirtying the reflective marble.

She gripped the shoulder strap of her dance bag tightly with her fingers, avoiding the concierge's gaze.

When booking the room, Tian Xiwei signed her name half the size of her usual handwriting, afraid of making a mistake.

He held the room key with both hands when he received it.

When the receptionist told her, "Your suite includes an executive lounge," Tian Xi's eyelashes fluttered rapidly, and she nodded subconsciously, "Okay, okay."

I didn't dare ask the front desk what the executive lounge was.

I don't want others to know that this is my first time here.

Just ask Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue seemed to have been to five-star hotels like this in Beiping many times, and he didn't seem as awkward as I was. He definitely knew more than I did.

As they walked toward the elevator, Tian Xiwei asked Yang Chaoyue softly, "Chaoyue, what is an executive lounge?"

"What lounge?"

"Executive Lounge".

Yang Chaoyue tilted his head and slowed his pace: "Administration what?"

"The executive lounge."

"What is this?" Yang Chaoyue turned and left. "I'll go ask the front desk."

Tian Xiwei's eyes widened slightly, deeply shocked.

Does Yang Chaoyue not care about saving face at all?

She quickly pulled Yang Chaoyue back, saying, "Never mind, never mind, let's not ask anymore."

"What?"

"It makes us look like we don't know anything."

"So what?"

Chaoyue, you're being a bit reckless. Is this how you usually treat Jiang Yang...? Tian Xi swallowed the words that were about to rise in her throat.

Suddenly, my impression of Yang Chaoyue changed a bit.

They seem to know a lot more than I do, yet at the same time, they seem to know nothing at all.

There's a sense of someone who's cunning and calculating, yet somehow can't figure anything out.

Tian Xiwei's unease eased considerably.

She took Yang Chaoyue's arm and pressed the elevator button: "Take me to my room first. It's my first time in a five-star hotel in Beiping."

"This is your first time here? Really?"

"Isn't it similar?"

"It's not like that at all; it's nothing like what happened to me back then."

Tian Xiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly.

I was actually very nervous; my shoulders were hunched, and I could barely take a step, so I followed Yang Chaoyue and took small, hesitant steps.

Does Yang Chaoyue consider this nervous?
"How did you perform the first time you came?" Tian Xi asked curiously.

"I walked with my arms and legs moving in unison, I didn't dare to make eye contact with the receptionist, my face was burning, and when I spoke to the receptionist, I tried my best to speak standard Mandarin and make my voice sound as pleasant as possible..."

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Tian Xi smiled and spoke.

It sounds like Yang Chaoyue's first experience was much more awkward than his performance just now.

Try to feel more at ease.

So everyone does it this way; I guess I did pretty well.

Entered the elevator.

Tian Xiwei was smiling as she leaned against the wall of the sedan chair when she suddenly realized something, her smile froze, and she gradually lost it.

Stare at the floor numbers.

Recalling what Yang Chaoyue had just said.

I walk with my arms and legs moving in unison... I avoid eye contact... My face feels hot... I speak Mandarin... I try my best to make my voice sound pleasant...

A feeling of déjà vu.

I've had that experience myself.

I think that's how I felt the day I met Jiang Yang in the exam hall of my hometown for the final exams, and the first time I held hands with him.

Tian Xiwei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips again.

"Xiwei?"

Tian Xiwei came to her senses and realized that the elevator doors had already opened, and Yang Chaoyue was calling her from outside.

"Oh, I'm here." Tian Xiwei stepped out of the elevator.

Stepping onto the short-pile cashmere carpet.

The corridor walls have embossed wall lamps.

Yang Chaoyue laughed and said, "The first time I was like you, I was so shocked by the decoration that I couldn't move my legs when the elevator doors opened."

"No... I'm actually not..." Tian Xiwei muttered quietly.

"You're different from me?"

"I……"

Tian Xi raised her head slightly, her lower eyelids trembled, and her cheeks were already hot: "Same, the feeling the first time was actually the same."

Yes, yes.

Tian Xiwei linked arms with Yang Chaoyue.

Be clear in my mind.

The feelings are the same, but there are also differences.

Yang Chaoyue may value material possessions more, while he values ​​people more.

The room card touches the door lock sensor, emitting a beep. Inserting the card turns on the lights.

Tian Xi was stunned for a second.

The floor is made of smoked oak, with some areas covered with short-pile carpets.

It has a bedroom, a living room, a private bathroom, and a balcony.

The sofa is a dark gray modular model imported from Italy, with a seat depth of 60 centimeters that allows you to sink in.

The desk is a custom-made rusted steel table, with the edges intentionally left unpolished to give it a high-end look.

"Xiwei, I'll go downstairs to the restaurant to get some food. What would you like to drink?"

"Okay, okay."

"What would you like to drink? We have alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages here."

Do you have AD calcium milk?

"AD calcium milk?"

I thought Tian Xiwei would ask for juice, milk tea, or red wine.

Yang Chaoyue laughed out loud: "Yes, if Zhao Jinmai were here, she would definitely get you two packs of Little Chef so you could watch 'Let's & Go!!' with her."

"I really like watching 'Let's & Go!!'. I once bought a Cyclone Assembled Car from a street vendor. It's the one with the word 'Hao' on the front."

Yang Chaoyue was somewhat at a loss for words.

Suddenly, I felt that Tian Xiwei had become more childish.

She looks like a stunningly beautiful woman, so why does she like watching cartoons?

The logic in cartoons simply doesn't work in reality, and you can't learn anything from it.

She enjoyed watching it as a child, but lost interest as she grew up.

Besides "Balala the Fairies".

"By the way, Xiwei, I just left an agreement on my desk. Take a look if you're interested."

"Ok."

After Yang Chaoyue left, Tian Xiwei didn't rush to look at the agreement; instead, she first visited the suite that Jiang Yang had booked for her.

The bathroom has a completely transparent glass partition, and a snowflake screen effect is displayed when the fogging mode is activated.

The bedside lamp is a brass chandelier; when turned on, the light it emits casts dappled shadows of trees.

The desk lamp is an adjustable color temperature desk lamp.

Ambient lighting strips are embedded in the base.

The mirror on the wardrobe is somewhat unrealistic; it can make your legs look longer.

Stepping onto the balcony and looking out the window, I saw the Huaxia Zun building under construction in the distance directly opposite, with red warning lights on the upper floors and dazzling laser beams at the top of the tower cranes.

To the south lies the 798 Art District, where abandoned train engines are bathed in a stark white light from spotlights.

The neon lights of the Indigo Mall, 500 meters away, are flashing.

The revolving restaurant on the top floor was packed with people.

As Tian Xiwei gazed at the night view of Chaoyang District in Beiping, her eyes unconsciously welled up with tears.

The cold wind on the balcony couldn't cool the heat on my cheeks.

I don't know why I'm crying.

Without Jiang Yang, I would never have ended up here, and I wouldn't even have dared to step into the East Corner Hotel.

But suddenly, an ancient poem came to mind: "The south wind knows my heart, blowing my dreams to the western continent."

My phone chimed; it was a message from the class group chat.

The homeroom teacher sent the final exam results to the class group folder.

Before I could even open it, I received a message from Ye Qingzhu: [“Xiwei, have you arrived in Beiping yet?”]
["arrive."]
I sent Ye Qingzhu a location in Chaoyang District.

Sitting on the soft, sinking sofa, I chatted with Ye Qingzhu for a bit. Ye Qingzhu then sent a message asking, "[Who is it? Who is it? You're being so flirtatious. I won't tell anyone.]"
"Actually, it's... Jiang Yang."
This time, Tian Xiwei didn't keep it a secret any longer.

Adding an ellipsis indicates hesitation.

I made several mistakes when typing Jiang Yang's name.

I couldn't resist sharing my secret and wanted someone to witness my sincerity.

Without considering the pros and cons, it was purely a matter of being moved.

That night, in the side alley behind the school, illuminated by the high beams, was not only Jiang Yang's silhouette, but also his own youth.

It is the sun that illuminates the darkest years.

It is also the moonlight during times of sadness, timidity, and confusion.

It filled me with passionate enthusiasm and a wildly arrogant joy.

["The night after the final exams, I wore my dance costume to perform for her. I danced 'Spirit of the Peacock.' It was so embarrassing. Actually, I didn't dance well at all; I didn't perform at my usual level."]
Tian Xiwei hovered her finger over the screen for a few seconds.

The toes inside the slippers were digging into the soles.

The message was finally sent.

Then she chatted with Ye Qingzhu for a long time, asking how they met, and Tian Xiwei explained.

I don't usually bring up these things.

In a particularly good mood, I blurted everything out.

Jiang Yang is already an actor and has starred in a primetime TV series, but Tian Xiwei didn't mention it, feeling it was Jiang Yang's privacy, even though it could be found online.

Finally, when the conversation turned to Jiang Yang's grades, Tian Xi sent him a message: ["Jiang Yang hasn't been to class for half a semester, and his grades used to be terrible, but it's okay, I don't care."]
Several minutes later, Ye Qingzhu replied: ["Good grades are definitely better."]
Boys with good academic performance definitely get a lot of points.

But Jiang Yang was a poor student.

Therefore, this point is not so important.

Because Jiang Yang appeared when he was most sincere and emotionally passionate, he had already earned full marks in his heart.

Saying I don't care about grades is actually because I care about him.

This is like a fig leaf; once you peel it off, you'll find nothing but ulterior motives.

Tian Xi sent a message: [“Poor grades don’t mean anything. Life is long, and the future holds many possibilities.”]
"Tenth in the whole grade is considered bad? Then the whole school is full of bad students."
Tian Xi silently read the message twice, paused for a moment in surprise, and then suddenly sat up straight.

I made several typos while typing.

After much editing and revisions, a final message was sent: "[Who's tenth in the entire grade?]"
[“Jiang Yang, didn’t your homeroom teacher send the summary of grades to your class group?”] Ye Qingzhu replied instantly.

His gaze swept over the message sent by Ye Qingzhu.

I glanced at the line that said "tenth in the grade" several times.

Tian Xi's lips parted slightly, and she raised her voice, uttering an unconscious "Huh?"
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