Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 213 Leap Forward, Save Me

Liu Haochun's parents sat at the dining table, frozen for several seconds.

It was quiet.

They all stared at the screens of their phones on the dining table, where the video call had ended.

The two of them seemed to be lost in thought.

The sticky rice cakes on the table had already been poked and pierced by chopsticks.

They ate their breakfast in silence, avoiding each other's gaze.

Aunt Liu picked up her phone and typed: "Haochun, you're great."
The message was not sent.

Thinking about what my daughter had just said, I felt inexplicably irritated.

Delete this line.

She edited a new line of text and sent it: ["Don't concern yourself with adult matters. You're still young and don't understand many things. You don't know how much your mother has sacrificed for this family. If it weren't for the fact that I can't bear to part with you, sometimes I really want to die and end it all."]
Liu Haochun received this message from her mother.

No words.

My parents didn't have a very serious argument this time.

I'm just used to the noise.

It became so ingrained that it triggered a stress response in me.

Silently turn off the phone screen.

He roughly wiped his face with his sleeve when he was wiping away tears, leaving his skin red and his eyes vacant.

When she got to the bathroom, she turned the tap on full blast while washing up, using the sound of the water to cover her sobs.

There was a knock on the door, and Jiang Yang's voice could be heard outside: "Hao Chun?"

"I……"

Liu Haochun spoke, then realized his voice was slightly choked up, so he cleared it and said, "I'm here."

"Is it convenient for you to come in? Chaoyue is sleeping like a log, he's still not awake. Let me explain the scene to you, so you can practice more. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the producer's questions tonight."

"convenient."

Liu Haochun opened the door, a habitual smile spreading across his lips.

Invite Jiang Yang into the room.

Jiang Yang had to go to the film set soon and didn't have time to chat with Liu Haochun. He sat down on the sofa and took out several printed documents from his briefcase.

The document lists the questions the producer might ask.

For example, when a producer asks you what kind of role you want to play.

It's best not to say what kind of role you want to play, but instead ask the producer which supporting role in the production needs someone with a strong contrast, implying that you have a lot of versatility.

Or ask the other party if they have a minor but memorable role, implying that they can reduce the production team's decision-making costs.

When asked who he felt he could play,

It's best not to directly say which role is suitable for you, as it will reveal your ambition.

A safer answer would be to tell the other person that you've observed the plot summary and think they might need a certain type of character, and since you happen to have a similar experience, you'd like to ask if they'd like to give it a try.

If the casting director is present, you should subtly suggest to them that you are exceptionally hardworking and willing to follow instructions.

This is what the casting director had in mind.

If only the producer is present, you should subtly suggest ways to save the production team money.

It implies that it offers good value for money.

After handing the document to Liu Haochun, Jiang Yang didn't leave in a hurry: "Take a look at it for a while, and then we'll pretend I'm the producer and rehearse together."

Liu Haochun responded.

I took the document and glanced at its contents.

I recognize each character individually, but when they're put together, I can't understand them.

She unconsciously picked at the seams of the sofa, not even noticing when her fingertips turned red.

Her gaze wandered, avoiding eye contact with Jiang Yang.

When she heard Jiang Yang speak, she forced a smile, her brows furrowed slightly, unable to hide her grievance.

Breathing is shallow and rapid.

My mind is filled with the words my parents were arguing during our video call.

And what I say to myself.

Hypocritical.

Poor psychological resilience.

No future.

proud.

Am I really that bad? Why do my parents always scold me?

Liu Haochun sat next to Jiang Yang, head down, pretending to be engrossed in reading a document, trying hard not to let Jiang Yang notice that he was daydreaming, but his eyes gradually became numb.

The document was crumpled.

[Under your care, Liu Haochun's acting skills have improved, and you have received feedback.]

Jiang Yang sat with his legs crossed, leaning back on the sofa, scrolling through short videos on Kuaishou.

Maintain an elbow's length social distance from Liu Haochun.

Suddenly, I heard a system notification.

The fact that Liu Haochun's attributes have been identified indicates that he has entered acting mode and is being treated as a producer.

Very good. Very cooperative.

Jiang Yang put away his phone, took on the role of producer, and asked, "Liu Haochun, I've just given you a general overview of the plot of 'Fighter of the Destiny.' Do you have any questions for me now?"

That's exactly what I was going to ask.

The words haven't been spoken yet.

But then Liu Haochun asked, "Jiang Yang, how can I make others think that I'm outstanding?"

What a strange question.

Have you written this kind of content in your document?

Jiang Yang subconsciously replied, "You don't need to prove yourself to anyone, Hao Chun, you are very, very good."

Liu Haochun leaned back slightly, then suddenly looked down, her long, loose hair falling to cover her face. Her shoulders began to tremble slightly as she suppressed a sob: "Jiang Yang, do you really think so?"

"Yes."

After Jiang Yang finished speaking, he looked down and picked up his briefcase.

I'm about to take out the backup document to review.

But then she heard a few sobs and felt Liu Haochun suddenly grab the hem of her clothes.

He tilted his head to look.

I noticed that Liu Haochun's eyes were already red.

The document I gave to Liu Haochun was covered in tear stains, I don't know when it happened.

Then his body fell to the side.

She grabbed Jiang Yang's clothes from behind with both hands, like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood.

She buried her face in Jiang Yang's shoulder, sobbing softly, "Why...why is it that only you think I'm good..."

I've tried so hard, why can't my parents see it...?

The sound broke.

His voice was heavy with sobs.

Jiang Yang snapped out of his daze, his hands hovering in the air, too afraid to touch Liu Haochun.

Subconscious vigilance.

Where was this staged?

Is it an unspoken rule?

He patted Liu Haochun's shoulder cautiously and chuckled awkwardly, "Um, Haochun, are you alright?"

His words went unanswered.

Liu Haochun showed no reaction, and her sobs grew louder and louder.

Take a look at the control panel.

The fact that Liu Haochun's acting skills weren't apparent suggests that he wasn't acting; it was a genuine emotional reaction.

Not to the point.

I was just saying it casually.

I don't know what Liu Haochun went through before.

All I knew was that I had to get the situation under control.

Because dancers are really flexible.

He patted Liu Haochun's back gently: "You're great. You practice dancing diligently and patiently taught Zhao Jinmai, Yang Chaoyue, and Tian Xiwei. Especially Yang Chaoyue, how could an ordinary person teach her? She's beautiful, her grades have always been among the best, and she's very kind to her classmates. You are a girl who deserves to be loved."

Jiang Yang said a lot of things to soothe Liu Haochun's emotions.

It works.

Liu Haochun cried even harder.

At first, it was just suppressed sobs.

She buried her face in Jiang Yang's shoulder, not daring to make a sound.

She gradually turned into a muffled sob.

She sobbed until she hiccuped, losing control of her body, and tears smeared Jiang Yang's shoulder.

Instead of gripping the back of Jiang Yang's clothes, she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck.

Jiang Yang pondered why Liu Haochun was behaving this way.

Liu Haochun was very polite to him in his daily life, and would even try to avoid physical contact.

It was completely different from the usual state.

Suddenly, I realized that Liu Haochun's emotions must have been off before I even entered the room.

What happened this morning?
If it were someone like Zhang Ruonan, then it wouldn't matter if she went along with it.

Liu Haochun won't do; she's still a minor, and the book will be lost.

Jiang Yang gently stroked the back of her head with one hand, letting her rest her cheek on his shoulder, and softly comforted her, "It's okay, it's alright, everything will be alright."

At the same time, he took out his phone with his other hand and sent a message to Yang Chaoyue: "Chaoyue, save me!"
There was a knock at the door.

Tian Xiwei knocked on Liu Haochun's door with her fingertips.

No one opened the door.

They should be taking a nap.

She hung the roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) on Liu Haochun's doorknob, took out her phone, and sent Liu Haochun a message: ["Haochun, I left the roujiamo at your door. I bought it from a stall outside the hotel. It's delicious. Jiang Yang is probably busy; he hasn't replied to my message yet."]
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