Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 197 Xiao Jiang supports his grandfather's schooling and takes care of his grandmother during her postpartum period.

After sending the message to Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue waited for a while, but when Jiang Yang didn't reply, he didn't call him again.

The boss doesn't like a barrage of calls.

The boss's silence is golden; your silence is cowardice.

At most, I'll send a message complaining about my boss.

If you lack ability, make up for it with attentiveness.

I'm so glad I didn't give up on the comfort of my hometown and returned to Jiangyang in time.

It's clear that Jiang Yang intends to sign Liu Haochun to the company.

In terms of professional skills, he was no match for Liu Haochun, and even Tian Xiwei, with a little training, would likely be better than him.

My advantage is that I've known Yang Ge for a long time.

I am familiar with Yang Ge's daily routine and preferences.

Yang Ge didn't say it aloud, but he wanted her to do what she could.

Yang Chaoyue arrived at Tian Xiwei's suite, but instead of knocking, he dialed Tian Xiwei's number.

The call connected quickly: "Transcendence?"

“You made three copies of the agreement, but you forgot to keep one,” Yang Chaoyue replied.

"Okay, I'll come and get it right away."

"It's here with you, right outside your room."

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of feet thumping on the floor.

The door opened, and warm air blew in.

Tian Xiwei, wearing loose pajamas, smiled, revealing dimples at the corners of her mouth: "You even went out of your way to bring this to me, thank you so much, Chaoyue."

"They're all colleagues."

Yang Chaoyue stepped inside, not forgetting to complain about Jiang Yang: "Brother Yang still hasn't gotten up, he's sleeping like a log."

"Jiang Yang was very tired from filming last night, let him get some more sleep, I'm not in a hurry."

Tian Xiwei had noticeable dark circles under her eyes, but her eyes were bright and sparkling.

There was no feeling of fatigue from staying up late.

I've been excited ever since I signed the agreement.

He placed the breakfast he had prepared for Tian Xiwei on the desk: "I've left your breakfast here. Go to the dance studio later to meet a dance teacher named Liu Haocun. She was hired by Brother Yang. See if she can teach you anything."

"Ok."

……

Liu Haochun arrived at the dance studio on the third floor of the East Hotel early.

I saw Zhao Jinmai awkwardly practicing her backbend in front of the mirror.

He wanted to tell Zhao Jinmai to rest for a while, but then he noticed that Zhao Jinmai's phone was in front of the mirror, making a video call.

The contact name I saved for her was just two words: Mom.

Zhao Jinmai's mother?

Liu Haochun remained silent and quietly closed the door to the dance studio.

It was clear that Zhao Jinmai's video call was connected.

On the phone screen, the face of a middle-aged woman appeared, sitting at a solid wood desk with folders and a pile of test papers on it.

The blinds next to the desk were half open.

There are several potted succulents on the windowsill.

Sticky notes are stuck in the corner of my desk for recording class schedules and meeting notes.
The unfolded exam papers were separated into three categories using a swallowtail frame: those that had been graded, those that had not been graded, and those that had been reviewed.

Hu Lin wore a gray-blue shirt with a knitted cardigan over it, her glasses slipped down to her nose, and there was a steaming thermos cup next to her.

The printer near the door was humming, and a colleague was frantically binding documents while complaining, "The academic affairs office is going to change the format again. I haven't even had lunch yet, and there's a ton of work to do before the end of the semester."

After the video call was connected, Hu Lin put her phone on the table and didn't even glance at it.

My mind is entirely on the students' exam papers.

"MaiMai, what are you doing? Mom is grading papers and doesn't have time to talk to you. Listen to Jiang Yang."

Hu Lin held a red pen in her hand, scribbling on the test paper as she spoke casually.

"Mom, look at me! Look at me!"

Zhao Jinmai shouted loudly.

She adjusted the angle of her phone to make sure it captured her backbend.

"Oh my girl, you're practicing dance? That's really good." Hu Lin put down the test papers she was grading and picked up her phone to look at them carefully.

Hearing praise.

Zhao Jinmai grinned instantly, revealing her teeth, and her eyes curved into crescents: "Yang Ge hired a dance teacher for me. He taught me very diligently and said I've made great progress."

Listening to Zhao Jinmai and her daughter chatting familiarly.

Listening to Hu Lin's praise for Zhao Jinmai, one after another.

Liu Haochun lowered his head and blinked rapidly a few times, then gently closed the door to the dance studio.

They did not disturb Zhao Jinmai's interest.

Her gaze gradually lost focus. How long had it been since she'd heard her mother praise her?
Can not remember.

No matter how hard I bend over, I can never achieve the curvature my parents desire.

Their denials are like birthmarks; you realize they can't be washed away when you grow up.

She bit the inside of her lower lip to avoid showing her emotions.

He took a deep breath, his shoulders slumped slightly, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. He was happy for Zhao Jinmai's progress and murmured to himself, "That's great."

Liu Haochun took off his coat, revealing his gymnastics uniform underneath, and stretched his legs alone in front of the barre.

My mind is unsettled.

I chatted with Yang Chaoyue on my phone.

Tian Xiwei will come over in a little while.

Last night, Yang Chaoyue told me that Tian Xiwei is also a dance student, just like herself, taking the art exam this year, and has a good foundation in dance.

Can I teach Tian Xiwei anything?
not sure.

Most importantly, is Tian Xiwei willing to let him teach her?

Given that I am younger than Tian Xiwei, lack qualifications, and have no title, will Tian Xiwei reject my teaching?

These are all things I will have to face in a little while.

No matter what, you must stay calm.

The certificates and awards representing honors are kept in the dance bag.

Yang Chaoyue made some progress last night under my instruction.

Only Tian Xiwei remained.

Even if it means kneeling down and begging Tian Xiwei, he will complete the task Jiang Yang assigned him.

Making money on your knees isn't scary; what's scary is not making money while kneeling, or not even having the right to kneel.

Growing up amidst parental belittling, I've developed a habit of not having high expectations for anything.

money.

I really need money.

You can trade dignity for money.

Even if you keep changing your mind, you might forget what dignity looks like.

This is the last hurdle; I must take it down.

After hanging up the video call, Zhao Jinmai chatted with Liu Haochun for a few minutes. Liu Haochun put Tian Xiwei's matter aside and wanted to find out what kind of person Jiang Yang was through Zhao Jinmai.

She asked proactively, "MaiMai, are you and Jiang Yang very close?"

"We know each other quite well; I've been to all his homes."

"What is Jiang Yang's family like?"

"Xiao Jiang's family."

Zhao Jinmai thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Jiang's family is not well-off, and his upbringing has been very difficult."

"is it?"

Liu Haochun became somewhat interested.

I feel a sense of unfamiliarity whenever I see other people's happy families.

Peers who have had difficult upbringing or come from troubled families tend to be closer to you.

Liu Haochun helped Zhao Jinmai pack her schoolbag and patiently listened to her story.

Perhaps, she and Jiang Yang might have some commonalities in their upbringing, which could bring them closer.

Zhao Jinmai continued, "Xiao Jiang's parents had a relationship when they were young, his sister got divorced, and he supported his grandfather's schooling and took care of his grandmother during her postpartum period all by himself."

Liu Haochun froze, his neck stiff, and glanced at Zhao Jinmai.

She saw Zhao Jinmai looking at her with anticipation.

Liu Haochun then understood what was going on.

No wonder Jiang Yang had previously agreed to let her discipline Zhao Jinmai with a ruler.

He helped Zhao Jinmai pack her schoolbag, put it on her back, and urged her to hurry to the film set: "Are you trying to fool me? Hurry up and get to the film set, Mai Mai, we're running late."

After spending more time with Zhao Jinmai, Liu Haochun finally realized this.

Just as Jiang Yang said.

Mai Mai speaks very cheekily to people she knows well.

Zhao Jinmai left the dance studio, entered the elevator, and sent a message to Yang Chaoyue: [“Chaoyue, I’m going to the film set. There’s a big meal on set today. Guess what it is? I’ll bring it back for you.”]
Yang Chaoyue replied: [“Haidilao?”]
Zhao Jinmai typed back: [“You guessed too expensive, go eat it yourself.”]
She then posted another message: [“You can’t guess what it’s Chef Little Ramen today, so just keep guessing.”]
The elevator doors opened, and the message was sent.

Zhao Jinmai had a smile on her lips.

Suddenly, she heard someone call her name: "Are you... Zhao Jinmai?"

Looking up, there was a girl wearing a light-colored dress, with long hair, and about the same height as Yang Chaoyue.

They have big eyes.

The nose bridge is high.

She has a shallow dimple at the corner of her mouth.

(End of this chapter)