Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 206 The Domineering Poor Guy Falls in Love with You
After Liu Haochun finished speaking, she still kept her finger on her lips, watching Jiang Yang's departing figure.

Dance is my forte and the only thing I can be proud of.

I really don't want to admit it, but my dancing skills are not as good as Jiang Yang's.

At the same time, she also hoped that Jiang Yang's dancing skills would far surpass her own.

She both hoped he was inferior to her and longed to be surpassed by him.

A self-contradictory mindset.

Because Jiang Yangyue is more outstanding, when I take the agreement from Jiang Yang's company home to show my parents, it will be more convincing.

It's easy to admit that others are excellent, but it's hard to admit that you're not satisfied with yourself.

They envied his talent, yet relied on his brilliance.

Jiang Yang strode to the center of the rehearsal hall, bowed deeply to the two proctors, introduced himself, and then began the assessment.

First, they demonstrated their basic skills.

The initial backbends and small jumps, showcasing the body's flexibility, were all fairly standard.

Stand with your leg at a 180-degree angle to your ear, hold for ten seconds without wobbling, and then alternate between pointing and pointing your toes three times.

The male professor among the proctors subconsciously touched his aching lower back.

Then came sixteen consecutive rounds of whip kicks.

Tian Xiwei's pupils contracted as she watched, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

That's it.

enough.

This is no longer just a basic skill; if you make a mistake, you may be suspended from the subsequent assessment.

Jiang Yang did not stop.

carry on.

Twenty-four laps.

When the thirty-second lap was completed, Tian Xiwei dug her fingers into her thigh.

I'm very afraid that Jiang Yang will make a mistake.

Then I realized that my worries were unnecessary.

The movements were fluid and graceful, with each strand of hair following the same parabola, and when the movement ended, even breathing could not be heard.

He had trained his legs for ten years, but they were no match for Jiang Yang's casual lift.

The rehearsal hall was quiet.

Liu Haochun's throat bobbed slightly, and he pursed his lips.

He believed his basic skills were solid enough, but he hadn't reached Jiang Yang's level.

The hands that were originally clasped together loosened.

The confidence built up through years of dance practice was shattered.

Unconsciously tiptoeing and then putting down
He muttered to himself: Jiang is a pervert.

Next was the individual presentation segment.

Jiang Yang chose the fourth movement of "The Yellow River".

The moment the music started, Jiang Yang entered the stage with a Mongolian dance routine.

Each step maintains a consistent distance, and the footsteps are synchronized with the first accented note of the intro.

She scanned the judges without blinking, finally fixing her gaze on her own reflection in the mirror.

The music lasts for one minute, featuring the section about the raging Yellow River, which is also the loudest part of the piano.

Jiang Yang performed a series of movements in one smooth motion: a horizontal turn, a kneeling turn, and then a spinning ingot in the air.

When a high jump is followed by a double swallow, the airflow generated by the trouser legs can blow the papers on the judges' table.

The music then transitions to the narrative of suffering.

It is the violin solo part.

Suddenly, he kneels and slides, his knees just one centimeter off the ground, his little and ring fingers trembling spasmodically, immersed in the music, showing the character's struggling emotions.

The female teacher took off her glasses, wondering if she was seeing things, and whispered to the male professor next to her, "Thirty-two whiplashes with zero displacement... This year, we've finally produced a talent who can make it into the national team."

The male professor held his pen above the grading sheet for a long time, reluctant to stop admiring it.

He unconsciously shook his leg to the rhythm, failing to project his usual dignified image.

When the music of the fourth movement of "The Yellow River" stopped, the entire rehearsal hall fell silent.

The candidates sitting nearby did not whisper among themselves.

There was no whispering.

As if he had forgotten how to speak, he lost his expression and stared blankly.

Then came the impromptu choreography segment.

Tian Xiwei twisted her fingers together, realizing that this was the part where she had made a mistake.

The Beijing Dance Academy does not allow any mistakes. If Jiang Yang makes the same mistake as him, all his previous good performance will be in vain.

Although she knew that Jiang Yang's professional skills were far superior to her own, she still couldn't help but feel worried.

As the piano teacher's slender fingers pressed the keys.

As the first note of the piano rang out, Jiang Yang used a back kick to smash the Purple Gold Crown directly into the center of the rehearsal hall.

Maintain the ingot-leg posture in mid-air.

The landing moment completes the cushioning of the single-leg kneeling slide.

His eyes were fixed on the pianist's fingers, anticipating the next chord.

Since the competition was for ethnic dance, we tried to showcase the characteristics of ethnic dance as much as possible.

With only thirty seconds allotted, only three different dance styles could be showcased.

As the music changed, Jiang Yang switched to the Mongolian-style shoulder-shaking motion, making a clicking sound from his shoulder blades.

Then comes the Uyghur custom of taking three steps and lifting up, followed by a 360-degree kneeling turn.

Finally, I spontaneously added the Dai ethnic group's Ga Guang steps, with the sound of my feet slapping the ground precisely matching the syncopated notes of a piano.

Synchronize your breathing with the piano pedals, and extend your movements while exhaling.

The male professor held his pen in the air for so long that ink dripped onto the grading sheet, yet he was completely unaware: "His skill level is even more solid than the one who was recommended for admission last year."

Suddenly I noticed the ink was spreading.

He waved to the staff member next to him and said, "Tsk, get me another form."

While casually glancing at Jiang Yang's file: "From Chongqing? When did this place start hiding a student with such exceptional talent?"

The music stops.

Jiang Yang bowed to the proctor and left, but was stopped by someone: "Wait a minute, Jiang..."

"Teacher, my name is Jiang Yang." Jiang Yang stood up straight, his breathing steady, and beads of sweat slid down his chin.

How are your academic grades?

"Very bad."

Jiang Yang spoke frankly: even with the system, he still didn't get first place in the grade in the final exam. What else could he be but a failure?

Ultimately, it comes down to Yang Chaoyue not working hard enough.

Hear the words.

Liu Haochun looked at Tian Xiwei with suspicion.

Tian Xiwei's lips twitched slightly: "Trust him or me?"

The male professor laughed out loud: "It doesn't matter if the academic scores are low. Our Beijing Dance Academy is very tolerant of outstanding talents."

I chatted with Jiang Yang for a few minutes.

They then let Jiang Yang leave and continued to assess the next candidate.

Meanwhile, on Jiang Yang's scoring sheet, four words were written: "Direct recruitment recommended."

Tian Xiwei silently observed the invigilator's expression.

The amazement in the eyes of the judges is a gaze that I can never receive.

I originally thought that Jiang Yang and Liu Haochun were there to accompany me to the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam, but I didn't expect that they were also candidates.

Jiang Yang and Liu Haochun were very successful in their art exams, but he was the only one who failed.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't frustrated.

When Jiang Yang walked towards her and his gaze fell on her, Tian Xi smiled slightly: "Jiang Yang, congratulations."

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "I was lucky, I didn't make any mistakes."

Tian Xiwei continued, "I had thought that your professional skills were much better than mine, but I didn't expect you to be so incredibly skilled."

Jiang Yang's smile froze.

He took a one-yuan coin out of his bag and handed it to Tian Xiwei: "Say something nice."

"You want me to say something nice for just one yuan? Hao Chun, what do you think Jiang Yang is thinking?" Tian Xiwei asked Liu Hao Chun.

Liu Haochun pondered for a second: "A domineering poor guy falls in love with you."

Jiang Yang's lips twitched.

It's rare to openly and legitimately show off your professional skills, but is it so hard to hear a genuine compliment afterwards?

If Zhao Jinmai were here, that would be great. But no, Zhao Jinmai couldn't come up with any good words either.

If Yang Chaoyue were here... Yang Chaoyue can be quite sarcastic at times.

It has to be Zhang Ruonan.

Zhang Ruonan is very well-behaved; if she were there, she would definitely praise him to the skies.

It seems that Yang Chaoyue is becoming more and more argumentative with Zhao Jinmai because he spends more time with her. We can't let Zhang Ruonan be led astray by Zhao Jinmai in the future.

A pure and innocent young woman shouldn't associate with this flamboyant, rebellious type.

(End of this chapter)