Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 210 Did Jiang Yang deliberately use the announcement to keep him here?

Jiang Yang didn't talk to Huang Lei much.

Having received the message, Yang Chaoyue, Tian Xiwei, and Liu Haochun entered through the security guards of Panhai International Community and are heading towards the film set.

Just in time.

They all went to Huang Lei's house for dinner later.

Seeing everyone suffer alongside me makes me feel much more at ease.

Liu Haochun followed behind Yang Chaoyue and Tian Xiwei, stepping over the perimeter of the film set's security line.

Listening to the chaotic sounds from the film set.

She was so reserved that she could hardly move her feet, especially when she saw Huang Lei, her heart pounded faster.

"Teacher Huang," Yang Chaoyue greeted Huang Lei.

"Chaoyue, it's been a while. MaiMai likes to play with you now."

Huang Lei smiled and replied, his gaze falling on Tian Xiwei next to Yang Chaoyue. He nodded and smiled, "You're that girl from last time, Xiao Tian."

"Yes, yes, it's me."

This wasn't the first time Tian Xiwei had met Huang Lei.

It still feels very cramped.

"Hello, Teacher Huang." Liu Haochun was breathing heavily and his words were choked with nervousness. He reached out his hand to shake hands with Huang Lei, but he was afraid that Huang Lei would refuse.

"Hello."

Huang Lei shook Liu Haochun's hand politely, then looked at Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, who is this?"

"Liu Haochun, my friend, is a student at the affiliated high school of Beijing Dance Academy. He also took the entrance exam for Beijing Dance Academy a few days ago. He has been teaching Yang Chaoyue and Mai Mai dance recently," Jiang Yang introduced.

"Oh, Mai Mai suddenly did a split in front of me last time, and the seams on her pants were showing. She said it was taught by Teacher Hao Chun. So you are Teacher Hao Chun," Huang Lei said with a smile.

He knew perfectly well that Huang Lei was joking.

Liu Haochun felt a bitter taste in his mouth as he listened: "How can I be considered a teacher? It's my fault for not teaching well."

"Hao Chun's score in the preliminary exam for the Beijing Dance Academy was very high, 90.36, which is in the top 5% of the professional exams," Yang Chaoyue said.

"Really? That's a very high score!"

Huang Lei's gaze fell on Liu Haochun again.

Take a closer look.

Only then did I notice Liu Haochun's swan-like neck and slender figure.

When I shook hands with the other person just now, I could clearly feel the thick calluses on their hands.

He is a good student.

My daughter should spend more time with good students.

Knowing that everyone was free at the moment, Huang Lei took the initiative to invite them to his home for dinner.

I originally wanted to invite Zhao Jinmai, Zhang Zifeng, and Hai Qing as well.

They were filming on another set and hadn't finished work yet.

We boarded Huang Lei's RV.

Huang Lei brewed a cup of Pu'er tea for the three girls.

The flick of the wrist while pouring tea reveals the demeanor of a veteran artist.

Seeing a small bowl of fried foie gras in the kitchen, she heated it up in the microwave and brought it out to Jiang Yang: "Jiang Yang, try this. I made fried foie gras before I went to the film set."

Jiang Yang's head was spinning: "That's all?"

"Isn't enough to eat?"

"No, I mean, why is it only me?"

“It’s the young lady’s first time in my RV. She’s a guest, so I should at least offer her a cup of tea and treat her well. There’s no reason for me to serve her leftovers.”

"And what about me?" Jiang Yang asked, looking up.

"You've slept on my RV bed several times already, what kind of guest are you... No, Jiang Yang, do you think my stir-fried foie gras isn't good?"

"How could that be, Teacher Huang? Even if I doubt your acting skills, I would never doubt your cooking skills."

Jiang Yang's throat bobbed.

I carefully examined the bowl of stir-fried foie gras in front of me.

The surface reflects an oily sheen, giving it a caramel color.

The traces of foie gras fat seeping into the skin are obvious.

It looks like it should taste good.

Huang Lei doesn't always cook disastrous meals, so hopefully he won't make a mistake this time.

Jiang Yang's chopsticks trembled slightly as he picked up a piece of foie gras and put it in his mouth.

Yang Chaoyue sat on the side, looking down at the tea, blowing on it gently, not daring to utter a sound.

Tian Xi asked, "Jiang Yang, have you checked your preliminary test scores?"

"His dancing skills are so lousy, what's the point of checking? I have his admission ticket."

Huang Lei put down the tea set, placed Jiang Yang's admission ticket on the table, took out his mobile phone, opened the Beijing Dance Academy's official website, and checked the results.

The RV suddenly became quiet.

Yang Chaoyue shifted his gaze to Huang Lei's phone screen.

Tian Xiwei watched as Huang Lei entered Jiang Yang's examination admission ticket number and ID number.

The screen refreshed, and Jiang Yang's score appeared a few seconds later.

Liu Haochun held his breath.

Even from her perspective, though Huang Lei's phone screen was upside down, she could still make out the text on it.

Name: Jiang Yang.

Major applied for: Chinese classical dance performance.

Examination Admission Ticket Number: 2016BDABXX
Preliminary test result: Passed.

Passing score for the preliminary professional examination: 83.50 points

Your score: 96.98 (Rank: Top 1% of your major)

"Haochun, how's Yang-ge's result? I don't understand it," Yang Chaoyue asked Liu Haochun quietly.

"Very, very impressive..."

Liu Haochun sat very dignifiedly.

It was my first time in a celebrity's RV, and I felt quite uncomfortable, so I placed my hands folded on the dining table.

She paused for a moment, cleared her throat, and continued, "The Beijing Dance Academy can now directly recruit students from there."

"What does 'direct recruitment' mean?" Yang Chaoyue didn't understand at all: "Speak plainly."

"It means it's really awesome."

"Oh, I get it now, Yang is awesome!" Yang Chaoyue suddenly realized.

Huang Lei glanced at Jiang Yang's score, frowned, and refreshed the page several times: "What's wrong with the Beijing Dance Academy's official website? It's so laggy, it can't even display the scores properly."

Jiang Yang sat by the window, ignoring the noises of others.

My Adam's apple bobbed several times the moment the foie gras entered my mouth, but I just couldn't swallow it.

Chewing on the foie gras in my mouth, the saltiness went straight to the top of my head.

I recalled the feeling of eating Huang Lei's bowl of noodles at Xiangshan Film and Television City.

I had to force myself to endure the cloying saltiness.

The chewing muscles are stiff as stone, and I have to use my molars to tough it out.

I specially invited three girls over, so why am I the only one suffering?

Tian Xiwei gently patted Jiang Yang's thigh with one hand, her fingertips trembling, her eyes glistening with tears: "Jiang Yang, you passed. I knew you were in the top 1% of your major."

Then, in a breathy voice, she murmured to herself, "I... knew it."

Hear the words.

Huang Lei glanced up at Tian Xiwei's expression and immediately understood what was going on.

This is Jiang Yang's achievement.

She ranked first in the preliminary round of the Beijing Dance Academy entrance exam.

They've kept it well hidden.

Not only is she a good actress, but she is also a very good dancer.

Xu Xiaoou knew that Jiang Yang had called him last time to discuss the casting for "Fighter of the Destiny," so he hadn't called the wrong person.

He's not just a talented person, he's a genius.

I need to talk to Xu Xiaoou about this.

If Jiang Yang truly has the title of first in his major at Beijing Dance Academy, and also achieves top marks in the entrance exam for Beijing Film Academy, then when "A Little Reunion" airs, with his fame and achievements, it will be much harder to negotiate his salary.

Huang Lei then laughed and said, "Jiang Yang, you call this a casual test? Congratulations!"

He added a few more pieces of foie gras to Jiang Yang's small bowl: "Eat more, eat more."

Huang Lei feigned composure, while Jiang Yang was truly tormented.

Yang Chaoyue couldn't hide his desire to show off how excellent his boss was.

Liu Haochun sat humbly.

The single, glistening tear in Tian Xiwei's eye, hanging precariously, was wiped away by her trembling fingers.

The car starts moving.

After having a meal at Huang Lei's house and meeting Huang Lei's wife, Sun Li, and Huang Lei's daughter, Duo Duo, Tian Xiwei was still somewhat dazed when she returned to the hotel.

Before going to sleep, I entered Jiang Yang's admission ticket number and ID number on the Beijing Dance Academy's official website again.

Check your grades.

It was the same as what Huang Lei had searched during the day.

A score that was almost perfect.

Ranked in the top 1% of the major.

Liu Haochun's professional level is already something I can only look up to, while Jiang Yang's dance level is beyond my reach.

The gap between them and Jiangyang has widened even further.

There was joy for Jiang Yang's good results, but also worry about not being able to keep up with Jiang Yang's pace.

At the same time, I realize that I need to work harder.

Just like Jiang Yang said, hard work is one's own talent.

Recalling the scene last night when I took Jiang Yang to the film set, the heads of the props and motion capture teams greeted Jiang Yang warmly.

When will I be able to have such a day?

The next morning.

Tian Xi got up, washed up, and sent Jiang Yang a message: ["Jiang Yang, I didn't pass the preliminary exam. I'm going to Shanghai to take the entrance exam for the Shanghai Theatre Academy."]
My finger hovered over the send button for a few seconds.

The message is sent.

I really wanted to spend a few more days with Jiang Yang, but I knew I couldn't.

Indulging in momentary pleasures will only lead to being left further behind by Jiang Yang in the future.

Another message: ["Tell me your plans, Mr. Jiang. I'll do whatever you say."]
Send it over.

Lock the screen immediately.

I'm afraid to look at replies that might lead to rejection.

I put down my phone and was about to pack my luggage.

The phone vibrates.

I received a message from Jiang Yang: ["Stay one more day, don't leave yet."]
I saw the message from Jiang Yang.

Tian Xiwei smiled.

She knew Jiang Yang was trying to persuade her to stay.

She sent Jiang Yang a voice message in the Chongqing dialect: [“This hotel room is so expensive! I don’t have anything to do here anyway. Yang Chaoyue has Liu Haochun to teach her. Staying another day is just a waste of your money, it’s not worth it!”]
When saying "it's not worth it," the last syllable rises in pitch.

They were hiding their true feelings of not wanting to leave.

Failure is not the end, but the beginning of self-awareness.

Jiang Yang did not reply to this message.

On QQ, in the [Beautiful Girl Battle 4] group, Jiang Yang popped up: ["Chaoyue, Xiwei, Haochun, don't practice dancing during the day today. Get some rest. I've got you guys a gig for 'Fighter of the Destiny.' I'll take you to audition with the producer tonight. Ask Chaoyue for details."]
notice?!
Tian Xi looked at the message with a blank expression, her gaze focused on the word 'announcement'.

Subconsciously, she felt that this was just Jiang Yang being polite in trying to persuade her to stay.

After reading it carefully several times, I realized that Jiang Yang was serious.

Did Jiang Yang receive a notification?
Or……

He held the edge of the phone with his left pinky finger, his lower lip trembling slightly.

Jiang Yang deliberately accepted a job offer to keep him from leaving.

Her eyes were slightly red.

Jiang Yang really does care about me.

Tian Xi pursed her lips and smiled faintly, then stopped packing her luggage.

I climbed onto the bed, relaxed completely, and suddenly knelt down, letting go of all my strength.

She buried her face in the pillow, which left a deep dent, and let out a muffled scream.

Her hand, hanging over the edge of the bed, was still unconsciously gripping the sheets tightly.

Bent calves, pale feet, tapping the mattress repeatedly, a silent cheer.
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ps: Ask for monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)