Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Wipe away Yang Chaoyue's tears and snot.

"Xiwei, wipe me off too," Jiang Yang said.

Tian Xiwei tilted her head to look.

Jiang Yang's shirt was soaked with snot and tears: "Wipe it yourself, I don't have time to deal with you, I'm checking Chao Yue's Weibo data."

"Impressed."

Jiang Yang tried to wipe it with a tissue, but found that it wasn't clean at all.

He got up and went to his room to change his clothes.

Yang Chaoyue has already opened his Weibo account. In the past, every time he opened Weibo, there would usually be three unread messages.

These included birthday wishes from Weibo Assistant, private messages from micro-business owners, and system advertisements.

The interactive icon has been showing no data for years.

Now, when I click on it, after the ad page ends, my phone freezes for half a second.

There are 99+ red bubbles in the unread messages.

Private messages, comments, and likes are all overflowing.

The interactive icon with its bouncing flame animation is a testament to the platform's popularity.

"Chaoyue, this is the first time I've ever seen a Weibo backend like this. It's more than all the private messages I receive in a year." Tian Xi leaned forward slightly, staring intently at Yang Chaoyue's phone screen.

I didn't even care that my stomach was growling with hunger.

They were all drawn to the data from Yang Chaoyue's Weibo account.

curious.

look forward to.

It's as if I can see my future in advance.

Yang Chaoyue's success is like a mirror, reflecting his still-unhealed ambition.

Suddenly, I felt Yang Chaoyue grab my hand, and he was very strong.

Tian Xiwei then noticed that Yang Chaoyue's knuckles, which were gripping the phone, were turning slightly white. She asked softly, "Chaoyue, what's wrong?"

"I'm fine, I'm just a little nervous."

Yang Chaoyue swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. "My hands are shaking a little. I'm afraid I might not click the right message."

"Have a steamed bun to calm down first."

They handed a large meat bun to Yang Chaoyue, who took a big bite.

I felt a little bit of something in my stomach, which calmed me down a bit.

She hovered her index finger in the private message list for a few seconds before lowering it.

The latest posts are all praising Yang Chaoyue:

"Sister, you're a future acting powerhouse!"
[“You came from the variety show ‘Go Fighting!’, your eyes have that natural beggar look. When will we see you in a movie or TV series? I want to see you play a female version of Zhu Yuanzhang.”]
Swipe the screen.

Read them one by one.

I also found a message from an influencer incubation agency: [“3 guaranteed minimum + revenue sharing, sign now!”]
The screenshot of the unfair contract with a 10/90 split followed, showing the company taking 90% and the artist taking 10%.

There was also a message from a hater: [“I hate extras like you who add scenes for others; you've lost all shame in your eagerness to steal the spotlight.”]
"I get angry just seeing these comments, Chaoyue, don't take it to heart, I'll help you swear back," Tian Xi said, slightly displeased.

"It's alright, Xiwei."

Yang Chaoyue shook his head: "Brother Yang is right. Since I'm determined to take this path, I have to be able to endure this kind of hardship. Bad comments are like weeds. The more I water and explain, the more happily they grow."

Actually, there's one more thing I didn't say.

When you become so powerful that you don't need to explain yourself, the insults will automatically become background noise.

Negative reviews are an inevitable thorn on the road to fame; some are pricked and bleed, while others weave them into a crown.

Hear the words.

Tian Xi's eyes flickered: "I understand."

Yang Chaoyue continued, "Those who criticize me will inspire me to grow."

"Chaoyue, it's good that you can think positively."

"I've come to terms with it. I want to thank those who cursed me. I wish they would grow taste buds at the end of their large intestines, so that every time they poop, it would feel like eating poop!"

Tian Xi was slightly taken aback.

I couldn't understand it, but I was deeply moved.

Let's chat for a while.

The conversation turned to Jiang Yang.

Opening Jiang Yang's Weibo, I found that his number of followers is rising even faster, already reaching 5000.

Mingming's growth rate is three times that of Yang Chaoyue.

Tian Xiwei and Yang Chaoyue were not particularly surprised by this.

It has a feeling that this is how it should be.

That evening, in the [Three Scoundrels] group chat, I received a message from Zhao Jinmai: [“Xiao Jiang, Chaoyue, I’ve been watching ‘Lecture Room’ all day, my eyes are practically blind, and all I saw was Yi Zhongtian babbling on the stage. Where did you two go? Did you hide in some corner of the audience?”]
No one replied.

They're all asleep.

The next morning, Zhao Jinmai sent another message in the group: [“Are you two acting out ‘Go Fighting!’? I spent ages at home yesterday watching ‘Lecture Room’ and trying to learn, but you two are a noodle seller and a beggar, neither of you is reliable! You’re just fooling kids!”]
Jiang Yang woke up, glanced at the messages in the group chat, and typed a reply: ["I meant 'Lecture Room,' not 'Extreme Challenge,' didn't I? Sorry, MaiMai, how about this, I'll sign you as an apology."]
Zhao Jinmai sent a voice message: [“How much does your company pay? What are the benefits like?”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: ["Free use of the toilets upon joining the company, and no overtime pay for overtime work."]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Get lost!”]
She went out with Tian Xiwei to participate in the preliminary examination of the Shanghai Theatre Academy.

Afterwards, I received a message from Yan Min: "Xiao Jiang, are you still in Shanghai?"
["Here I am."]
"Today is the last episode. The segment you and Chaoyue recorded before was very well received after it aired. Come on over today too. Is Xiwei here? I heard from President Xu that she should be brought along as well."
Even Tian Xiwei knew that it must have been Xu Xiao'ou's side that spread the word.

It wasn't a wasted trip.

Prices rose accordingly.

Tian Xiwei is priced as a contracted extra.

Yang Chaoyue's salary tripled to 15,000 yuan, and he signed a short-term contract.

Jiang Yang's salary has increased by half compared to before, to 150,000.

Pay a 30% deposit first, and pay the balance after the broadcast.

For amounts exceeding 800 yuan, individual income tax on labor remuneration must be paid on your behalf.

Upon arriving at the film set, Jiang Yang carefully reviewed the contract and discovered a non-compete agreement that prohibited him from participating in similar variety shows for two years.

Another contract trap.

Once the contract is signed, Yan Min will basically control all the variety shows that come with it.

When "A Little Reunion" and "Fighter of the Destiny" air, the price for participating in variety shows will increase, but Yan Min will find it very easy to negotiate a lower price.

He and Yan Min pointed this out.

Yan Min laughed it off, shifting the blame to the external production manager, and drafted two new contracts.

I'll stay in Shanghai again tonight.

The next morning, I groggily opened my eyes and heard my phone ring once.

He reached for his phone and saw a message from Zhou Ye: ["Jiang Yang, the preliminary results for the Beijing Film Academy are about to be announced. Are you in Chongqing?"]
Jiang Yang typed back: "[I'm in Shanghai.]"
Changjiahui in the NA district of Chongqing.

Zhou Ye lay in bed, looking at the message Jiang Yang had sent.

I refreshed the Beijing Film Academy's official website, but the preliminary exam results haven't been released yet.

I glanced at the time; it was 7:30 in the morning.

It will be announced at 10 o'clock.

I opened Weibo and found a post from the official Weibo account of "Go Fighting!" two days ago.

Above is a scene where Jiang Yang and Huang Lei perform a segment from the play "The Myth," featuring Hu Ge and Gao Shi.

Two days ago, this clip briefly trended on Weibo and caught Zhou Ye's attention.

The original headline was only four characters: #TheMostHandsomeZhaoGao#.

I opened the Extreme Challenge again.

Even if you watch this clip again, it still gives you the creeps.

Watching Jiang Yang intensify his obsession, his tone shifting from choked sobs to roars, he concretized the ambition of the humble.

From hunched over and curled up to suddenly straightening his back.

The false dignity bestowed by power.

The fingers nervously tugged at the collar.

The psychological projection of castration trauma.

The tone shifts from low to high, culminating in a broken, screaming performance that marks the point of mental breakdown.

Although he hasn't had systematic acting training, it's clear that Jiang Yang's acting skills are exceptionally strong.

The entrance exam for the Beijing Film Academy was specifically for me, and it tested my acting skills.

Learning acting in the final year of high school is nowhere near as good as those who have studied art since childhood.

If Jiang Yang can help me like he did in the preliminary exam, then my chances of passing might be much higher.

The more this thought pops into my head, the less confident I feel.

Why would Jiang Yang help him?
Why?
I've only met him once, and he's just a fellow villager. He helped me with my first exam, which was already a huge favor.

So I hesitated for two days and didn't dare to send Jiang Yang a message.

It wasn't until this morning, when I had just woken up and my thoughts were still in disarray, that I dared to send a message to Jiang Yang.

Looking at the reply, she wasn't fully awake. She rubbed her eyes with her knuckles and typed, "Are you spending the New Year in Shanghai?"
My phone vibrated; it was a reply from Jiang Yang: ["I'm spending the Spring Festival at my hometown. I had some business to take care of in Shanghai, but I've finished. I'll be taking the high-speed train back today."]
Upon seeing the message, Zhou Ye put down his phone and called out, "Mom, Mom!"

I got out of bed and pulled back the blackout curtains to let in some light.

Take a look at your room.

The walls are covered with light mint green wallpaper.

The study area has an L-shaped desk by the window, a desk lamp with a retro green glass shade, and the walls are covered with sticky notes with past exam questions from the Beijing Film Academy.

I called out "Mom" a few times, but no one answered.

I pushed open the door and saw my mother returning from grocery shopping, carrying a shopping basket.

The lettuce leaves in the vegetable basket were dripping water.

I have a supermarket loyalty card in my pocket.

"Mom, do you know how to make spring water chicken?"

"No, what's wrong?"

Do you remember Jiang Yang?

"I remember, I helped you with the preliminary exam for the Beijing Film Academy last time." Talking about Jiang Yang, the mother had a smile on her face.

"I promised him I'd come to the NA area and treat him to spring water chicken. He was such a good actor, he even trended on social media the day before yesterday..."

Zhou Ye took out his phone and showed it to his mother.

It didn't take long for Mom to understand what was going on.

It concerns my daughter's future.

She took out some money and gave it to Zhou Ye: "Talk to Jiang Yang and see if he can come over here. You can show Jiang Yang around. Note that you must not say that you want Jiang Yang to help you during the re-examination. Get on good terms with him so that you can go to the re-examination together. Then it will be natural for him to help you."

My mother doesn't understand acting skills, but she understands social etiquette.

The clip of Jiang Yang and Huang Lei's performance was shared by Huang Lei and Huang Bo.

This is enough to show that Jiang Yang is no ordinary student.

She emphasized, "Don't bring it home. If we parents come into contact with it, it might put pressure on Jiang Yang and could have the opposite effect."

"I understand, Mom. I get it."

Zhou Ye returned to his room, lay on the bed, and opened Jiang Yang's chat box again.

I discussed it with my mother and we agreed, but there's one condition: Jiang Yang has to come.

She typed a message: ["Jiang Yang, when you go home, would you like to come over to my place? The weather's nice today, I'd like to show you around."]
When she sent out the message asking him to go shopping, her heart was pounding so hard she was afraid Jiang Yang on the other side of the screen would hear it.

Immediately bury Lian in the pillow.

It's my first time going shopping with someone of the opposite sex.

There was shyness, and there was also nervousness.

It feels too deliberate.

I felt nervous when I didn't receive a message from Jiang Yang immediately.

She was worried that Jiang Yang would see through her intentions and that he would refuse.

After much thought, I edited the text again.

The social skills my mother taught me were repeatedly revised and edited in the chat box, until only clumsy sincerity remained:

[“Actually, I wanted to ask you to teach me acting. My acting is terrible, and I'm worried that if I pass the first audition, I won't pass the second.”]
The phone vibrates.

Jiang Yang replied: [“I teach acting, and it costs money, it’s very expensive.”]
You want money?
Yes.

It's perfectly normal for them to charge money.

"How much?" she asked slowly, curled up on the bed with her knees against her chest.

Received a message from Jiang Yang: [“A serving of spring water chicken.”]
Zhou Ye was stunned for a moment.

A smile crept across her face as she sent a voice message with a distinctly Chongqing accent: "What time is your train? Send me your ticket, I'll come pick you up!"
After sending the voice message, my toes suddenly stretched out, and I started humming a song out of tune.
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PS
Liu Haochun: "Thank you for the 1000 points from Shuangxue Yeying. Good night. Good night is the world's good night, and good night is for you."

Li Yitong: "Thank you for the 1000 points. I tried to find the struggle and light deep in the soul of the character. This is my top understanding."

Zhang Ruonan: "Thank you for the 1000 points. If we have to pursue something in life, I think everyone should pursue happiness."
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Yang Chaoyue: "You can't just use the word 'luck' to dismiss all my efforts. Although my efforts may not be perfect, it's something I did with my heart... Please vote for me!" (End of Chapter)