Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 294 Fuck you
"Don't cry, Haochun. If you cry any more, your eyes will swell up and affect your appearance during the exam," Jiang Yang comforted him.

"Uh-huh……"

Liu Haochun's breathing gradually slowed down.

When she left Jiang Yang's arms, her nose was still sticky with snot.

"I won't cry anymore."

As she spoke, she couldn't help but sob, and a snot bubble popped out of her nose, which made Jiang Yang laugh.

Liu Haochun laughed along with him.

Jiang Yang raised his hand and popped Liu Haochun's snot bubble.

Liu Haochun's smile froze.

Understand your own predicament.

He lowered his head, clutched a tissue, and blew his nose with his back to Jiang Yang: "What are you laughing at? Haven't you ever blown snot bubbles before?"

"I haven't tried it."

"That day will come eventually, I'm waiting."

After calming Liu Haochun down, Jiang Yang went back to the car and took off his jacket, which was covered in Liu Haochun's snot and tears, revealing his gymnastics uniform underneath.

Back at the gates of the Beijing Dance Academy, Liu Haochun and others lined up for inspection.

The waiting area for the third round of auditions was in the waiting classroom of the main building of the Beijing Dance Academy, close to the examination room.

The floor is covered with rubber mats, and the walls are covered with posters of famous dancers.

After two rounds of selection, the number of candidates was far less than in the previous two rounds.

There are two familiar classmates.

One of them is Ren Min, who is in the same class as Liu Haochun at the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy.

The other one is Zhao Xixi, who is in the same grade but a different class, tall, and wearing a folk dance costume.

I encountered this before in the preliminary test.

Im Min was very talkative back then, but seemed a bit quieter today, and you could tell he was anxious about the third round of auditions.

They greeted each other and then went off to practice.

The test takers were scattered in the corners, stretching their legs and opening their shoulders.

Liu Haochun practiced the combination moves in front of the mirror for a while, then sat quietly in the corner.

Across from him, Im Min, dressed in a tight-fitting ballet outfit, sat against the wall, eyes closed, taking deep breaths.

Liu Haochun hummed the accompaniment music for his performance to calm himself down.

A short while later, examination staff wearing work badges came in and checked the candidates' information using a list.

The folk dance candidates tidied their handkerchiefs and fans.

Ballet candidates have their pointe shoes and straps checked.

I wasn't assigned to the same test group as Jiang Yang.

Watching Jiang Yang beside him being called out for his exam number and leaving the exam room, Liu Haochun's heart suddenly tightened. He reached out and grabbed Jiang Yang's hand: "Jiang Yang... good luck!"

I know Jiang Yang will definitely pass.

That cheer was actually for myself.

Feeling Jiang Yang tighten his grip on her hand, she said, "You'll definitely pass. I'll be waiting for you outside."

"Mmm!" Liu Haochun nodded vigorously.

After Jiang Yang left, Liu Haochun closed his eyes, controlled his breathing, and tried to calm himself down.

I'll be one of the next people to go on stage.

Even though I was fully prepared, I still couldn't control my nervousness as the performance approached.

I suddenly remembered the Weibo post Jiang Yang sent me.

I felt much more at ease after clicking to look at it again.

I took out my earphones and clicked to play the video below the Weibo post.

This is a video edited by Jiang Yang when he recorded this song at Lejiaxuan Recording Studio on Jiuxianqiao Road in Chaoyang District.

The opening shot is from the perspective of pushing open the door and entering the recording studio.

The faint sound of electrical current being adjusted by the equipment could be heard, and Qiao Renliang's voice-over, though he hadn't shown himself, said: "Try to get this test recording right in one take, Jiang Yang, try to calm down a bit."

The intro begins to play.

Jiang Yang stood in front of the microphone wearing a monitoring headset.

Behind me was soundproof glass, through which I could see the flashing indicator lights on the mixing console.

The sound engineer in the background is Qiao Renliang, wearing a black sweater, intently marking waveforms on his digital audio workstation.

Scattered on the sofa were handwritten lyrics, showing Qiao Renliang and Jiang Yang discussing the meaning behind the lyrics and what emotions they should convey when singing them. Page after page were filled with jumbled, disorganized notes from their discussions.

Finally, he wrote only four large characters on the blank page.

Jiang Yang's handwriting.

On the left is a [Guardian] symbol with an arrow pointing to the right and the words [Illuminate].

From protecting to illuminating.

For his good friend.

That is myself.

Suddenly, I realized that Jiang Yang had left the hotel early yesterday morning and returned late at night.

He was making this song for himself.

My gaze lingered on the words "protect" and "illuminate".

Liu Haochun's eyes trembled, and he suddenly covered his mouth, choking out a sob; "Jiang Yang..."

The video continues to play.

Jiang Yang tapped the music stand lightly with his fingers, and the lyrics appeared on the screen: "I wish I could become a star..."

Sing the chorus with a powerful climax.

The camera was shooting from the side at Jiang Yang.

When Jiang Yang closed his eyes and clenched his fist to sing "I rushed towards you, you are the stars and the sea," the studio ceiling light cast a halo around his silhouette.

When Liu Haochun first heard the first sentence, he held his breath.

The chest remains still, then suddenly takes a deep breath during the chorus, causing the shoulders to rise and fall.

He gripped the headphone cord tightly with his left hand, listening harder and harder.

Listen to the song in its entirety.

Liu Haochun was still in a daze.

The explosive feeling of the chorus, "I'm rushing towards you," feels like it's crashing directly into your heart.

It reminded her of the look in Jiang Yang's eyes when he told her at the gate of the Beijing Dance Academy, "This tear can make me never say you're wrong again."

Compared to her mother's indifference in saying that her tears were worthless, Jiang Yang's singing made her realize for the first time that she didn't need to deliberately hide her emotions.

It turns out there are people who can handle my emotions.

Looking at the profile of Liu Haochun in the video's halo, he unconsciously reached out and touched the screen.

If Jiang Yang ever stands on a stage someday, he'll probably shine like this...

Click to open the comment section.

The number of comments has risen to over fifty.

The most upvoted comment was: "[Hearing 'I'm rushing towards you, you are the stars and the sea' instantly broke me. I failed my art exam this year, but this sentence gave me the courage to retake it.]"
The second message reads: "[@Yang Chaoyue, listen! 'I wish to become a star to protect the buzzing of bees at the bottom of the sea.' Jiang Yang is publicly confessing his love to you, isn't he?]"
The next comment reads: "[The key change in the chorus is absolutely amazing! From traversing the sea of ​​people to the stars guarding the ocean, the emotions build layer by layer. I can't believe my favorite obscure artist can write songs!]"
The next item is:

[I found this on a Weibo post that Teacher Qiao retweeted. I didn't expect Jiang Yang's lyrics to be so evocative! The line "Lighting my way through the long night" reminded me of the lighthouse in Teacher Qiao's "Night Flight"—it's a dreamlike connection.]
The post was followed by a screenshot of Qiao Renliang reposting Jiang Yang's Weibo post, with the caption: "Talented people should not be let down by this world."

Read them one by one.

He swiped his fingers across the screen at a steady pace, leaned slightly forward, focused his gaze, and occasionally nodded gently.

A slight smile played on his lips, and his shoulders relaxed.

With a single curled strand of hair, she was immersed in the joy of Jiang Yang's work being recognized.

I read through all fifty-plus comments.

All the reviews were positive.

I saw a negative comment.

Liu Haochun's finger suddenly stopped, the speed of swiping the screen slowed down, and he scrolled back to confirm.

It says:

[Hilarious! What does "It's magic" mean in the lyrics? I can't even understand it. It's a terrible mix of Chinese and English, so cheesy. I suggest Jiang Yang retake his elementary school Chinese course before writing songs.]
Liu Haochun frowned slightly and pursed his lips.

The next one is:

[Qiao Renliang personally arranged the music? Those in the know understand. Jiang Yang probably bribed him, otherwise, would this mediocre pop song deserve such a talent?]
Liu Haochun's eyes shifted from confusion to sharpness.

Another point: [What courage can such simplistic lyrics give people? Songs from the 90s are the truly good songs; you young people probably haven't heard them.]
The most upvoted negative comment was: "[It's just a flash in the pan. The extras couldn't even act properly, and they're already releasing a song. What future can they have? The lyrics are like something a primary school student would use.]"
Liu Haochun hesitated as he typed on the keyboard, typing a sentence and then deleting it, repeatedly revising his wording until he wrote a decent response:

[I was saved by these silly lyrics that are likened to elementary school students.]
After typing it, I thought about it and deleted it.

Before re-editing, take a quick look around.

She realized that no one was watching her.

She squinted at the negative comment, her fingers pounding the keyboard:

[Fuck you!]
(End of this chapter)