Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Fortunately, Zhao Lushi wasn't criticizing him.

Even if they really criticize him, it doesn't matter, because according to Zhao Lushi's habit of criticizing people, it should be his mother who gets hurt, not him.

My mom basically doesn't go online, so she can't see anything.

No one is hurt.

Jiang Yang glanced at the significant increase in his Weibo views today: "So it turns out Zhao Lushi spent 10,000 yuan to boost my views, no wonder."

There was no private contact with Zhao Lushi.

not the right time yet.

There are no binding slots left.

Two days ago, during the third audition for the Beijing Dance Academy, I met Ren Min and Zhao Xixi. The system then displayed a message that I could bind with them, but then it displayed a message that there was no binding slot and I could not bind with them.

He pulled the covers over himself and fell fast asleep.

The production crew didn't arrange any promotional activities for Jiang Yang the next day, knowing that his voice was hoarse.

My throat feels better after a day of rest.

It hasn't fully recovered.

Fortunately, Mai Mai didn't come over to visit that evening.

I slept for another night and woke up to find my voice still hoarse.

I got up early to take Liu Haochun to the Affiliated High School of Beijing Dance Academy for the start of the second semester of senior year.

The gate of the Affiliated Secondary School of Beijing Dance Academy is a Soviet-style building with a bronze plaque on the wall that reads "Affiliated Secondary Dance School of Beijing Dance Academy".

Jiang Yang had a hoarse voice and was wearing a mask, but because the "A Little Reunion" crew had been promoting the show a lot in Beiping recently, he was still recognized by several students.

After accompanying Liu Haochun to the Academic Affairs Office to register, it was time to go to the dormitory to put away her luggage.

Liu Haochun was in a good mood throughout the journey.

Because in the past, I always came to register for school alone.

Now I have Jiang Yang by my side.

This is the first time I've felt the presence of family while I'm away from home.

Tell Jiang Yang where the cafeteria is.

Where is the place for classes?

What are the typical lessons covered?

What gossip is circulating among the students about the newly enrolled dean of the academic affairs office? How many relationships did our homeroom teacher have when she was a ballet dancer? In which year did she suffer a permanent ankle injury that prevented her from continuing as a ballet dancer, forcing her to retire and become a teacher?

He is usually quiet and reserved.

I talked a lot today.

Another reason is that they know Jiang Yang is leaving Beiping tomorrow to return to his hometown in Chongqing.

Even knowing that Jiang Yang would soon come to Beiping again, since "A Little Reunion" would be broadcast on Beiping TV and would require a lot of time to cooperate with the crew for promotion.

But I still can't bear to part with it.

After walking through the central square and reaching the girls' dormitory, Liu Haochun suddenly asked after chatting for a while, "Boss, is the hot pot in Chongqing much spicier than in Beijing?"

She bent down to adjust the straps of her schoolbag, her voice softer than usual.

Using unrelated topics to mask the awkwardness of parting.

“Yes, it’s much spicier than the ones in Beiping.” Jiang Yang laughed. “I’ll take you to my hometown to eat sometime.”

"Okay."

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Actually, it's nothing. I just suddenly remembered that your throat isn't better yet, so remember not to eat anything too spicy."

She spoke faster.

He acted as if he was just casually showing concern for Jiang Yang.

The pride and vulnerability unique to adolescence.

"Jiang Yang, could you wait until I finish packing my luggage before you leave?" "Okay."

Liu Haochun got the key from the dormitory manager and went to his dormitory room.

The first one to arrive, there was no one inside.

Pushing open the door, you can see the fine dust rising up, forming Tyndall effect beams in the sunlight.

The smell of dry, dusty air mixed with the stuffy, stagnant feeling of a place that hasn't been ventilated in a long time.

A dormitory room for four people.

The bunk beds have simple sketches of dance moves carved by previous students on the bedposts.

Each student's desk is a wooden table with a lamp, piled high with art exam materials.

There are dance practice notes on Liu Haochun's desk.

The bed is a lower bunk by the window, which has good lighting and a view of the practice room.

Then came the cleaning.

I patted my pillow in the sunlight, watching the dust explode and fall in the beam of light.

Stretch the sheets to smooth out the wrinkles.

Jiang Yang offered to help, but Liu Haochun refused, peeling an apple for him and telling him to just lie in bed.

In the [Battle of the Goddess 4] group, Tian Xiwei sent a message:
[“Class is so boring, I'm sneaking a peek at my phone. Chaoyue, what are you doing? @YangChaoyue.”]
Zhao Jinmai Bubbling:
[“Xiwei, you’re from Chongqing, what are you doing trying to imitate my Northeastern accent? If you can understand it, then you’re just blindly copying me.”]
Tian Xiwei replied: ["Chaoyue is ignoring me, so boring. I'll buy some Huanggang exam papers for MaiMai. By the way, do you know MaiMai's address, Jiangyang? @Jiangyang."]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Xiwei, I just discovered that you speak Northeastern dialect so fluently!!! You're a real talent!”]
Jiang Yang chimed in: [“I forgot MaiMai’s address, ask HaoChun. @HaoChun.”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Jiang Yang, get out!”]
Liu Haochun wiped the tabletop repeatedly with a damp cloth several times.

If we clean slowly, Jiang Yang will leave a little later.

Suppress your emotions by repeating the action until the fingers you wiped no longer get dusty.

I saw the phone screen on the table light up.

She opened the group message and understood what was going on. She typed: ["Xiwei, which address of MaiMai do you need? The one at her current hotel in Beiping, or the one in her hometown? I have them all written down."]
Zhao Jinmai chimed in: [“Haochun, you get out too!”]
Yang Chaoyue replied to Tian Xiwei: [“Xiwei, I’m angry, so angry! My dog ​​is throwing a tantrum at me.”]
Tian Xi sent a message: [“What’s wrong, Chaoyue? Don’t worry, tell me slowly, let’s make everyone happy.”]
Yang Chaoyue posted a photo.

It was taken in the courtyard of my old home in Wanggang Village, Yancheng.

The center of the photo is her big yellow dog, tilting its head and staring at Yang Chaoyue.

Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“Look at its eyes, doesn’t it look like it’s provoking me?”]
Liu Haochun chuckled: ["Is this the dog from Chao Yue's family that eats shit so fiercely and even licked Jiang Yang's face?"]
Finished sending the message.

She looked up at Jiang Yang on the bed and laughed: "Boss, last year when you went to Chaoyue's hometown, it was this dog..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker.

She saw Jiang Yang only glance at her before turning his head to look at his phone screen.

I didn't dare say what came next; I suddenly felt like I was such a pig-brain.

You shouldn't laugh at your boss to their face.

The mouth moves faster than the brain.

She knew that Jiang Yang didn't treat her as an employee.

Because when she was with Jiang Yang, she didn't feel that Jiang Yang was superior to her.

But I still can't help feeling nervous.

She stopped mopping and tightened her fingers around the mop handle.

He stood with his toes pointing inwards, like a primary school student being punished by being made to stand in the corner.

He was at a loss after causing trouble.

He lowered his head, gripped the mop handle, and shoved it twice, stealing a glance at Jiang Yang.

She noticed that Jiang Yang wasn't looking in her direction.

She carefully bit the soft flesh inside her lower lip, observing nervously: "Jiang Yang, did I make you angry?"

"It's nothing," Jiang Yang replied.

"Really not?" Liu Haochun forced out a breath from his throat.

The boss said he wasn't angry, but he was even more flustered.

Sometimes saying "It's okay" is more terrifying than insulting someone. (End of Chapter)