Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 207 I have no regrets

As I left the main building, the light rain stopped and the sky cleared up.

Arriving at the school gate, Liu Haochun felt much more relaxed after Jiang Yang brought the car over, and chatted with Tian Xi about their past dance practice experiences.

I didn't deliberately mention the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam, for fear of upsetting Tian Xiwei.

Jiang Yang drove the car over, holding the steering wheel with one hand and casually resting his right hand on the gear lever.

Tian Xiwei habitually opened the passenger door, got in, fastened her seatbelt, and turned her head to look at the gate of Beijing Dance Academy.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the seatbelt buckle.

The cool, metallic touch brings back a sense of realism.

This trip to Beiping for the art exams has ended ahead of schedule.

When looking up becomes a habit, you'll find the ground covered in starlight when you look down.

The gilded school plaque on the gray brick wall of the main building of Beijing Dance Academy was re-gilded by the sunlight.

My pupils slightly blurred when I looked at the reflection of the school sign; the ripples in the puddle distorted the words "Dance Academy".

Her family advised her not to come to the Beijing Dance Academy to take the entrance exam, and Ye Qingzhu also suggested that she apply to local colleges in Chongqing. In fact, she knew very well that this was not a place she could reach.

In the end, I still wanted to give it a try.

Even knowing that failure is possible, I still want to see what it's like to be stronger than myself on this path.

As a result, he saw Liu Haochun, whose professional level was much better than his own, and Jiang Yang, who was even better than Liu Haochun.

Apart from him, most of the other candidates were more capable than him.

A girl from a small county town, having witnessed firsthand the excellence of her peers in first-tier cities, is content.

This top-tier university may never have been part of my future, but rather my dream, becoming a regret from my youth.

Tian Xiwei's school badge and gilded plaque read: "Haochun, we probably won't be alumni in the future."

Liu Haochun sat in the back seat and closed the car door.

She checked the contract with Jiangyang Company; it was in her dance bag. She comforted her, "It's okay, Xiwei. There's still hope you'll pass. Maybe we'll see the news that you passed the first round on the official website the day after tomorrow."

"I'm actually not that sad. I know my own level. I don't have much talent. I rely entirely on hard work. Only talented people can get into this school."

Liu Haochun opened his mouth slightly.

He wanted to say something to comfort Tian Xiwei, but racked his brains and couldn't think of any words.

He doesn't talk much on a normal day.

They are not good at comforting people.

Jiang Yang started the car: "Xiwei, you have talent."

What talents do I have?

"Effort itself is a kind of talent."

Hear the words.

Tian Xi's eyes lit up slightly.

Then, taking a deep breath, the ribs rise and fall noticeably.

No longer gazing at the gates of the Beijing Dance Academy.

He turned to look at Jiang Yang.

Leaning back in the chair, my body relaxed.

I folded my exam admission ticket and stuffed it into my dance bag.

A faint smile played on her lips; "I have no regrets."

Because I know very well that even if my parents know I failed, they won't blame me when I get home.

She has loving parents and a sister who admires her. Even when she's in a bad mood, she doesn't mind if she scolds her sister a couple of times at home.

As for the Beijing Dance Academy...

If I can't pass the exam, I can't pass it.

Most importantly, I met Jiang Yang and signed with his company.

A bright future awaits.

Liu Haochun, sitting in the back row, heard Tian Xiwei receive praise from Jiang Yang.

She looked up at the rearview mirror on the center console, met Jiang Yang's gaze, pursed her lips into a line, suddenly sat up straight, and looked at Jiang Yang expectantly.

Jiang Yang didn't look at the rearview mirror and continued chatting with Tian Xi about their hometown.

Liu Haochun was not noticed.

They were speaking the Chongqing dialect, and I couldn't understand some of the words.

Liu Haochun lowered his head, took out his phone, and opened his mother's chat box on WeChat.

They left again.

Open it again, delete and edit, and type out a line of text to send: ["Mom, my art exam went very well, I think I passed."]
Add another message afterward: [“Am I awesome?”]
A short while later, I received a reply from my mother: ["Isn't it only right that you passed? You've practiced dance for so many years."]
Liu Haochun did not reply.

His eyes dimmed instantly.

I wanted to tell my mom that I had received a contract from Jiangyang Company, but then I thought that I couldn't talk about it on the phone, because I was afraid that my mom would doubt me again.

Turn off the screen.

He turned his mouth down and tilted his head to look at the scenery outside the window.

I glanced at the message my mom had sent. Suddenly, I covered my knees with my phone screen, pinching my thighs repeatedly with my fingers, my eyes welling up with tears.

The message I sent to my mother was like a pebble thrown into a black hole.

Suddenly I realized I was being very unreasonable.

Is receiving praise really that important?

I've most likely passed the entrance exam for the Beijing Dance Academy. All my years of hard work have paid off. I've secured a contract with Jiangyang Company, and now I have a clear direction to pay off my parents' debts.

Both his studies and career have seen a qualitative leap.

Why can't I feel happy?

It's highly likely that, just like my parents said, I'm being too dramatic.

Looking at his reflection in the car window, he tried hard to force a smile.

His smile looked forced.

His lips first turned up and then twitched, like a broken marionette.

"Haochun."

Suddenly, he heard Jiang Yang calling his name.

Liu Haochun snapped out of his daze and realized that the car had just passed the Zizhuyuan Bridge and had stopped, waiting for the traffic light.

Looking up at the rearview mirror on the center console, he met Jiang Yang's gaze and replied, "What's wrong, Brother Yang?"

"You're great."

Jiang Yang took out an Alpenliebe candy from the inside pocket of his clothes and handed it to Liu Haochun while waiting at a red light.

It was Yang Chaoyue who stuffed it into his clothes.

I don't know where Yang Chaoyue got them from, but ever since he went to Canxing for the interview, he's had a habit of collecting candy.

She took a lot of candy from the candy box at the East Hotel's front desk.

Even the Panamera provided by the hotel had a pile of candy in the center console when you opened it.

"Really?" Liu Haochun was taken aback for a moment, took the candy, and withdrew it as if she had been electrocuted when her fingertips touched Jiang Yang's palm.

"Really, I'm not lying to you," Jiang Yang said with a smile.

Tian Xiwei blurted out, "Compared to me?"

"What do you say?"

"You idiot!"

Tian Xi pursed her lips slightly, reluctant to admit it, but she understood what Jiang Yang meant.

She turned to Liu Haochun and said, "Haochun, you are indeed much more capable than me, and you are even younger than me."

"No, no," Liu Haochun waved his hands haphazardly.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

I could hear Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei in the front row talking about something.

You can hear the words 'stupid,' 'happy,' and 'damn it' from time to time.

They were speaking a dialect of Chongqing that I couldn't understand.

These are probably words used to praise each other.

Being with Jiang Yang and Tian Xiwei feels very comfortable.

Liu Haochun gently tore open the packaging of the candy Jiang Yang had given him, making a loud ripping sound.

He stuffed it into his mouth, his left cheek puffing out like a candy.

A cheap candy understands your heart better than a trophy.

As he savored the sweetness that traveled from his tongue to his heart, a faint smile appeared on Liu Haochun's lips.

Two days flew by.

Tian Xiwei tossed and turned until three or four in the morning last night before finally falling asleep.

My eyes are bloodshot from staying up late.

I woke up at 8:30 in the morning, without washing up, eating breakfast, or going to the dance studio.

I took out my phone and opened the official website of Beijing Dance Academy.

Nine o'clock is the time when the results of the preliminary exam for the Beijing Dance Academy will be released.

Although I know that I made a mistake in my preliminary audition at the Beijing Dance Academy the day before yesterday.

Still clinging to a sliver of hope.

What if?
What if it passes?

At the same time, he secretly wondered, "Where would Liu Haochun and Jiang Yang rank?"

Even knowing the chances are slim, it's like waiting for the lottery results.

My fingers trembled even more as I refreshed the page than they did in the exam hall.

The phone screen displays the time in the upper right corner: 8:59.

The throat moves noticeably with swallowing.

The final thirty seconds of waiting for the verdict felt longer than three years of exam preparation.
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