Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 192 Could it be that Jiang Yang was controlling his score at a low level before?
Tian Xiwei snapped out of her daze and raised one eyebrow.

Jiangyang's top ten in the grade in the final exams?

If it's what the teacher said, I'll definitely believe it.

Ye Qingzhu was probably just teasing herself.

Not only does Ye Qingzhu amuse herself, but she sometimes amuses the entire class as well.

During a self-study period in the classroom, everyone was chatting happily when Ye Qingzhu blurted out in a high-pitched voice, "The teacher is coming."

According to Ye Qingzhu's students, this has happened more than once or twice.

People couldn't do anything about her, yet they dared not disbelieve her.

"Tenth from the bottom in the whole grade?" Tian Xiwei forced a half-smile, but her eyes didn't smile.

There was no reply to Ye Qingzhu's message.

Tian Xi leaned back on the sofa, curled up her legs, her whole body exuding a relaxed feeling of not wanting to argue with Ye Qingzhu.

Even if it's in the bottom ten.

That day in the examination room, my gaze would follow Jiang Yang.

I exited the chat with Ye Qingzhu and opened the class group chat, where the homeroom teacher had sent me the document with the final exam results.

The title is: Summary Table of Senior Three Grade Final Exam Results for the First Semester of the 2015-2016 Academic Year at Tongliang Middle School in Wudu City.

The header features the school logo of Tung Leung Middle School, indicating that it was made by the Academic Affairs Office of Tung Leung Middle School, as well as the date.

Categorize by class.

Each student has their own student ID number, total score ranking within the class, and grade ranking.
The list ends with up and down arrows indicating whether a student's ranking has risen or fallen compared to their midterm exam ranking.

After finding her class, Tian Xiwei saw her score.

Chinese 110, Math 91, English 102, Humanities 160, Total score 463, ranking 39th in class and 428th in grade.

Looking at this score alone, it is considered relatively low for Tongliang High School, where the rate of students admitted to key universities in the national college entrance examination reaches 40% every year.

Based on previous years' college entrance examination admission scores, this score alone would be enough to get into a local third-tier university, possibly a private one.

Tian Xiwei was very satisfied with this score.

Since I am an art student, I only need to meet the academic score requirements for schools like Beijing Dance Academy and Central Academy of Drama.

Last year, the minimum score for the dance performance major at Beijing Dance Academy was 210.

The admission scores for the Central Academy of Drama are higher: 280 for acting, 420 for directing, and 480 for dramatic literature.

Therefore, if you want to apply for the Central Academy of Drama's entrance exam, you should apply for the acting major, as your dance skills can come in handy.

In my spare time, I study not only dance, but also acting and broadcasting.

I spend the most time on dance because it has a wide range of applications.

Satisfied with her grades, Tian Xi swiped the screen to find Jiang Yang's class.

Look straight for the names in the last few lines.

There is no Jiangyang in the last ten miles.

Shift your gaze upwards.

I saw Jiang Yang's name.

Tian Xi's pupils suddenly froze, and she stopped lying relaxed on the sofa.

Sit up.

I magnified my index finger and thumb on the screen, checked the student ID, and confirmed that this was Jiang Yang.

Chinese 120, Math 131, English 130, Science 269, Total 650.

He ranked second in his class and tenth in his grade.

In any previous year, this would have been a score required for admission to a top-tier university.

Tian Xi paused breathing for a few seconds, and after confirming her score, she murmured unconsciously:

"Really?"

I've wondered if Jiang Yang cheated.

It couldn't have been cheating.

Because the final exam venues were ranked according to the scores of the previous monthly exam, Jiang Yang was in the last exam room, where all the other students were top students.

I had thought that I could tutor Jiang Yang in his studies, and even though he studied different subjects like arts and sciences, I could still teach him English and math.

Perhaps it can even guide Jiang Yang on writing techniques for Chinese composition.

When the results were released, it was discovered that Jiang Yang's scores in Chinese, Math, and English were much higher than his own.

A ridiculous yet undeniable thought popped into Tian Xiwei's mind.

"Could it be that Jiang Yang was consistently under-restricted in his grades during his first and second years of high school?"

Why is this happening?

Jiang Yang definitely has a life plan, he just doesn't understand it.

I'm increasingly aware of the gap between myself and Jiang Yang. It turns out that Jiang Yang is even more outstanding than I imagined.

Tian Xiwei placed her phone on her lap, lowered her gaze, and looked at the floor, her vision gradually becoming unfocused.

She took a few shallow breaths, pursed her lips, and murmured to herself, her voice fading as she said, "So he's this good... That's good, he deserves a better future."

His excellence was like a beam of light, illuminating his own shadow so that he had nowhere to hide.

Am I really good enough for Jiang Yang?

Is it really possible to catch up with Jiang Yang through hard work?

Eyelashes cast shadows on the face.

Tian Xiwei gently bit the inside of her lower lip with her upper teeth, leaving a brief tooth mark.

Suddenly, an unconscious tension arose, and the fabric was pulled into wrinkles.

This state lasted for a few minutes. Tian Xi's lips were no longer tense, but slightly upturned, and her dimples appeared faintly.

The dim light in their eyes brightened again.

Relax your shoulders and exhale with a sense of relief.

Holding the phone, his gaze once again settled on Jiang Yang's grades.

She leaned back against the sofa, relaxed, and a faint smile unconsciously appeared on her face.

When I discover that the guy I'm attracted to is so outstanding, my first reaction isn't jealousy, but genuine happiness.

Even if it means that the distance between them is farther than imagined, I am willing to stand behind him, in a place where I cannot see, and quietly applaud him.

There are concerns, too.

The gap between himself and Jiang Yang is widening and becoming increasingly difficult to bridge.

Maybe in the future, I will really leave my own world.

For a fleeting moment, I selfishly thought that it would be better if Jiang Yang were still a poor student, or if he weren't so successful in his career.

Suddenly, I noticed an open paper document on the desk.

Then he remembered that before Yang Chaoyue left, he said there was an agreement on his desk that he had left for him.

Tian Xiwei got up and went to her desk. Under the illumination of the desktop temperature-controlled lamp, the font on the agreement was very conspicuous.

It is an artist contract with Jiangyang Company.

The terms and conditions include the contract term, revenue sharing, termination conditions for both the company and the artist, calculation of liquidated damages, and privacy protection.

I haven't seen the artist contracts of other companies, but I remember listening to a graduate student teacher from the Shanghai Theatre Academy talk about the traps in agency contracts during a break in an art exam training class.

Beware of unfair contract terms.

I remember that the exorbitant training fees and marriage restrictions were not mentioned in Jiangyang Company's agreement.

It's very clear that this is a debut agreement.

Once you sign a contract, you can start taking on gigs, earning money, and increasing your fame, just like Yang Chaoyue.

"Did Yang Chaoyue sign such an agreement from the beginning, becoming an employee of Jiang Yang's company?"

After Yang Chaoyue became an artist under Jiangyang Company, how many gigs did he take on and how much money did he earn?

Tian Xiwei subconsciously thought in this direction.

Then, another thought popped into my head.

If I become an employee of Jiangyang Company, will I have more opportunities to come into contact with Jiangyang?
They share common topics, common goals, common careers, and even their daily routines can influence each other.

No.

We shouldn't think in that direction.

Tian Xiwei tugged at her bangs, trying to calm herself down and think more rationally.

Feelings are feelings.

Career is career.

My parents have invested so much effort in raising me without expecting anything in return. I can't just sign a contract with a company without careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons.

Turning to the last few pages, my gaze suddenly fell on the main body of the contract.

Party A is Jiang Yang's brokerage company, which has a clear full name and Jiang Yang is the legal representative.

The second party is the artist's party, and their ID number and name are blank.

My phone number and email address are already filled in; they are my own!

Tian Xi's pupils dilated as she repeatedly checked the information above.

He slowly leaned forward, getting closer to the artist contract agreement, and suddenly understood the situation.

This contract was prepared for myself.

"Is it Jiang Yang who wants to sign me into his company, or is it Yang Chaoyue's idea?"

(End of this chapter)