Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"You've been skipping classes all the time," Tian Xi muttered.

Jiang Yang grabbed Tian Xiwei's shoulders and turned her around slightly: "Why are you copying me? You're learning bad things instead of good ones. Go back to evening self-study."

"Then you have to go too, you have to come with me."

"Okay, okay, let's go together."

"You have to come find me during breaks!"

"Okay, I'll do it."

After coaxing Tian Xiwei back to her class, Jiang Yang went to his own classroom.

When I first went in.

The boy in the back row poked his deskmate with his pen cap: "Holy crap, Jiang Yang actually showed up?"

Several girls exchanged glances and stared at Jiang Yang.

For some reason, Jiang Yang was still wearing his school uniform, but something about him seemed to have changed.

This caused a small commotion in the class, but it quickly subsided as everyone was working on the newly distributed science test paper.

The homeroom teacher understood Jiang Yang's situation.

Jiang Yang's performance in the last final exam helped raise the class score by a lot, so there's no problem with his grades.

I also keep an eye on Jiang Yang's online activities. He released a new song, and his scores in the preliminary and final exams for several art colleges were among the best.

I've spoken with Jiang Yang's father several times in private and know that Jiang Yang's TV series is about to air.

I never noticed how talented this student in the back row was before.

I didn't tell the other students in the class about these things; I'll tell them after we graduate from high school.

After all, everyone is just an ordinary person, except for Jiang Yang, who is an oddball.

Jiang Yang is still being used as a negative example to urge students to study hard.

"How long have you been skipping class? This is outrageous!" The homeroom teacher said with a stern face, telling Jiang Yang to stand in the corridor outside the classroom.

Then close the lesson plan.

He took out the remaining science exam paper, which was prepared for Jiang Yang.

Knowing that the homeroom teacher was going to call Jiang Yang out for a reprimand, the other students all turned their attention to him.

Upon noticing their homeroom teacher approaching the door and staring at them, the entire class immediately lowered their heads.

Someone was trying to suppress a laugh, their shoulders twitching.

Wait and see what the homeroom teacher will say when Jiang Yang gets scolded in the hallway.

"Jiang Yang, do you know why I just reprimanded you in public?"

The homeroom teacher rolled up the lesson plan into a tube, tapped it on his palm, sighed, looked up at Jiang Yang in front of him, and sighed again.

Before Jiang Yang could answer, the homeroom teacher continued:
“I’m not really going to scold you, but I want to leave the other kids with a chance to be fair. The path you’ve taken isn’t one that most students can walk. I’m afraid other students might take a chance on you.”

Suddenly raising his voice, deliberately making sure the other students in the classroom could hear, he said, "But that's no excuse for skipping class! An eight-hundred-word self-criticism, not a single word less!"

He appeared to be giving a stern reprimand, but in reality, he was maintaining class discipline.

Jiang Yang doesn't need to actually write a self-criticism.

Hear the words.

A burst of laughter erupted in the classroom.

The homeroom teacher then added softly, "When your drama airs, remember to leave an autographed photo for every classmate. After the college entrance exam, many of you will leave this classroom and we'll never see each other again, okay?"

The previously strict homeroom teacher suddenly became kind.

Jiang Yang, on the contrary, felt a little uncomfortable: "Teacher, you don't have to do this. I promise you, I will write a self-criticism."

He continued, "But autographed photos cost extra; the class has a fixed price of five yuan per photo."

Just finished.

The homeroom teacher's smile vanished, replaced by a stern face. He raised the rolled-up lesson plan in his hand and gave Jiang Yang a sharp tap on the head: "You've gotten too cocky, haven't you!"

Tian Xiwei had drunk too much water at home and was so excited that she couldn't sit still in the classroom. She went to the restroom and on her way back, she looked in the direction of Jiang Yang's classroom in the teaching building.

She was unaware that Jiang Yang was negotiating with the homeroom teacher.

They couldn't hear what Jiang Yang and the homeroom teacher were saying.

But seeing that Jiang Yang's head had been tapped several times by the homeroom teacher with the lesson plan, making Jiang Yang's head shrink back, Tian Xiwei couldn't help but laugh.

They secretly recorded a video.

Then I posted it in the [Battle Girls 4] group: ["My boss got beaten up by his homeroom teacher, what should I do?"]
Zhao Jinmai chimed in: [“For the whole live stream, get beer, soft drinks, mineral water, peanuts, melon seeds, and eight-treasure porridge all ready.”]
No one is talking in the group.

Everyone is busy with their own things.

Zhao Jinmai started calling out names: ["@Yang Chaoyue, Yue, where are you hiding? Your brother Yang got beaten up!"]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["No time, I'm practicing singing, my voice is hoarse."]
Liu Haochun sent a message: ["We should pretend we didn't see it, otherwise the boss will lose face."]
Zhang Ruonan sent a message: "[We should call the police.]"
[“You two are such jerks, either you stay silent or you both pop up at once.”] Zhao Jinmai replied.

She then sent a message: [“Yue, how’s your singing practice going? Give us a shouting performance, something for Teacher Jiang to do.”]
Yang Chaoyue sent a voice message.

Tian Xiwei tapped the screen, and Yang Chaoyue's distorted voice blared from the phone's speaker: ["Burn my calories!!!"]
Tian Xiwei's shoulders suddenly twitched.

Turn the volume down quickly.

I frantically pressed the volume buttons, and almost dropped the phone.

Jiang Yang's homeroom teacher still noticed him in the school building corridor.

The homeroom teacher moved to the low wall in the corridor, lesson plans slung over his back. His brow furrowed noticeably when he frowned, and he pointed at Tian Xiwei:
"Which class are you in? What kind of behavior is it to bring a cell phone to school!"

Tian Xiwei didn't dare to say a word.

Even if it's not their own homeroom teacher, they will still feel fear.

She straightened her back and hid her phone in the sleeve of her school uniform.

He lowered his head and quickly squeezed into the teaching building.

“These children nowadays…”

The homeroom teacher didn't pay much attention to Tian Xiwei, since she wasn't a student in his class.

Continue to negotiate with Jiang Yang.

It wasn't until Jiang Yang changed his mind and said it was free, and signed his name and wrote a sentence on the homeroom teacher's lesson plan, that Jiang Yang was allowed to go back to take the exam.

Jiang Yang entered the classroom through the front door and glanced around the class.

It was early spring night outside the window, and a thin mist clung to the glass, vaguely revealing the outline of the teaching building across the street.

His name is always empty on the list of students on duty in the corner.

An MP3 charger was secretly plugged into an outlet in the corner of the classroom.

In the teacher's desk drawer, there was a cell phone that the homeroom teacher had confiscated when he first started evening self-study.

The girl in the front row near the door had an EXO badge pinned to her pencil case, and the lyrics to "A Little Happiness" were copied onto the title page of her textbook.

On the back wall, among the sticky notes about ideal universities, someone wrote Wuhan University, but it was crossed out as Lanxiang Vocational School.

He returned to his seat in the back row.

Take a look at the unfolded science exam paper.

Go through all the question types to get a general idea of ​​what to expect.

I picked up my pen to do the problems.

The classroom was completely silent.

The homeroom teacher sat on the podium, looking at the students he had taught for almost three years, who were about to take the exam.

I understand that these students, like those of previous years, will each lead different lives.

My gaze was fixed on Jiang Yang, who was engrossed in doing his homework in the back row.

I can't give students any life advice.

We cannot predict what the future will hold.

Just as no one could have predicted, Jiang Yang, who was once a poor student, may become someone he is proud of in the future.

Look back.

Looking at the lesson plan, Jiang Yang wrote the following line for himself: "[Old Li, if anyone asks you in the future who the worst student you've ever taught was, remember to mention my name.]"

That way, when they praise me, you can say, "I knew this kid could do it."
I stared at that line of text for a long time.

The homeroom teacher recalled that stubborn figure from the first year of high school, who was always dragged out to stand as punishment.

He chuckled softly.

His surname is Li, and Jiang Yang calls him Old Li, but he's not old yet. He's not even fifty, he hasn't retired yet, he's not old, and he can still teach a few more classes of students.

His gaze swept across the classroom as if flipping through an old book filled with stories, and he sighed softly.

I have a clear picture of the progress each student in my class has made over the past three years.

The girl in the front row who wears glasses improved her ranking by twenty places in the final exam last semester. When we praised her, even the tips of her ears turned red.

The guy by the window, a PE student who likes to sleep, was told to go run laps on the track if he kept sleeping, and he actually did run ten laps.

And then there's that introverted boy in the corner who always keeps his head down and doesn't like to talk much; you can't say anything harsh to him.

His grades were among the lowest, and his mock exam scores hovered around the third-tier university cutoff.

I've been working very hard, but the corners of my composition book are covered with tape marks from missing words.

When correcting his homework, I have to use the finest red pen. If I write too heavily, I'm afraid he'll cry, so I'll write a few words of encouragement from time to time.

I graduated from teachers' college and started teaching in my early twenties. Now my own child is the same age as the students in this classroom.

When I led my first class of students to the examination hall, I felt especially reluctant to part with them.

I'm used to it now.

Having been a teacher for so many years, the most contradictory thing is probably knowing that my students will eventually go their separate ways, yet still forcing them to follow the same path.

I looked up at the night view outside the window.

He unscrewed the thermos, took a sip of tea, and muttered, "Forget it. In a little over two months, on graduation day, I'll probably do what I always do: say I'll come back and visit often, and then look at your backs and think, 'Finally, I don't have to worry about these guys anymore.'"

Keep Jiang Yang's autograph carefully.

Once Jiang Yang becomes famous, maybe TV reporters will interview me, and Jiang Yang's fans will come looking for me.

We can sell it for a good price later.

[Under your care, Tian Xiwei's math skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

In half an hour, Jiang Yang finished half of the science comprehensive test paper.

Looking at the system notification from half an hour ago.

Something feels wrong.

Logically speaking, we should be able to get attributes from Tian Xiwei from time to time.

He stealthily pulled out his phone, hiding it behind the pile of textbooks on his desk, and texted Tian Xiwei: "Xiwei, what are you doing?"
[“I’m secretly watching TV dramas on my phone.”] Tian Xiwei replied.

Jiang Yang typed: [“What are you watching TV dramas for? Study hard!”]
Tian Xiwei replied: [“You’re lecturing me now? Don’t you know how your homeroom teacher just lectured you?”]
My phone vibrated.

I received a video from Tian Xiwei.

Upon opening the video, I found it showed me being scolded in the hallway, and I could faintly hear Tian Xiwei chuckling.

He knew he couldn't persuade Tian Xiwei to study unless he stayed by her side and kept an eye on her.

He sent a message: [“And you’re one to talk! You were listening to music so loudly downstairs in the teaching building, and you got yelled at by my homeroom teacher too.”]
Tian Xiwei replied: [“You got beaten up.”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“Luckily it was my homeroom teacher. If it had been your homeroom teacher, your phone would have been confiscated.”]
Tian Xiwei replied: [“You got beaten up.”]
Jiang Yang sent a message to change the subject: ["Stop bringing this up, what song were you listening to just now?"]
Tian Xiwei replied: [“You got beaten up.”]
Impressed.

I didn't chat with Tian Xiwei much, but I found out there were messages in the [Beautiful Girl Battle 4] group.

Click to take a look at the chat history.

He knew that Tian Xiwei had posted the video she had secretly filmed him in the group chat.

The one who danced the most enthusiastically was Zhao Jinmai.

Fortunately, Haochun and Ruonan remained well-behaved.

Finally, I clicked on the post Yang Chaoyue had sent, and his booming, distorted voice immediately blared from my phone: [“Burn my calories!!!”]
Jiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

Suddenly, I realized what song Tian Xiwei had been listening to earlier.

Look up.

The students in the front row turned around and chuckled as they looked in their direction.

Several boys lay face down on the table, their shoulders shaking wildly.

The homeroom teacher slammed his hand on the podium: "Jiang Yang! If you're not going to study, don't disturb the other students!"

After saying that, he stepped over and held out his hand to Jiang Yang: "Give me your phone!"

"Teacher, I didn't bring my phone," Jiang Yang said instinctively.

I regretted it as soon as I said it.

The homeroom teacher leaned forward and snatched the phone from the table.

The homeroom teacher was about to walk to the podium when she saw Jiang Yang's phone screen light up, displaying a message from Tian Xiwei: ["Jiang Yang, I really hope evening self-study ends soon, I miss you so much."]
The homeroom teacher paused for a second, turned around and glared at Jiang Yang: "Have your dad come over tomorrow!"

The classroom fell silent once again.

Continue with the exam.

Jiang Yang wrote the test paper numbly, and made a decision in his heart: Yang Chaoyue's salary must be deducted this month.

Tian Xiwei did not receive a reply from Jiang Yang.

I continued to use a book to shield my phone, watching "Lemon First Love," a TV series starring Gulnazar.

I was doing math problems, but the thought of going to see Jiang Yang after evening self-study made me unable to concentrate.

In the mobile phone screen.

Gulnazar, who plays Ning Xiaomeng, drags her suitcase and suddenly turns around and runs wildly at the security checkpoint, throwing herself into the male lead's arms.

With tears clinging to her eyelashes and a stubborn smile on her lips, she said, "This time, it's my turn to wait for you! No matter how many years!"

Tian Xiwei stared blankly at Gulnazar on the screen.

I understand that Jiang Yang and Gulnazar know each other.

Otherwise, a big star like Gulnazar wouldn't have retweeted Jiang Yang's Weibo post a while ago.

Although I don't know Gulnazar.

However, the reason he has a good impression of Gulnazar is because she reposted Jiang Yang's Weibo post.

Turn on the bullet comments:

[“Nazha is stunningly beautiful, her acting is absolutely amazing.”]
There were many fans of Gulnazar in the live chat.

A barrage of comments scrolled by.

Soon, several different comments appeared:

[“Gulnazar is just a resource-driven actress, promoted despite having no acting skills. Her daughter is prettier than Gulnazar. Is the director blind?”]
Tian Xi frowned slightly.

She herself had not received any systematic acting training; the resources were given to her by Jiang Yang.

Then came comments criticizing Nazha: ["Just a passerby, to be fair, what does Nazha have besides her face?"]

Tian Xi bit her lower lip, feeling a tightness in her chest.

Naza is a great beauty, but I'm just an ordinary person with terrible acting skills.

Tian Xiwei locked her phone, and the black screen reflected her blurry face.

She murmured, "If one day Jiang Yang makes me famous, will people still criticize me like this?"

I was stunned for several seconds.

Suddenly, he shook his head vigorously, messing up his bangs.

Never mind, I'll wait for that bastard Jiang Yang to reply first.

I opened WeChat and found that I still hadn't received a reply from Jiang Yang.

What is Jiang Yang doing?

Don't you use your phone during evening self-study?

Open Weibo.

The first trending topic was: Zheng Shuang and Hu Yanbing's relationship exposed.

The second point is: the box office of the movie "Ip Man 3" was fabricated.

The next one is: Han Hong wins the championship of "I Am a Singer".

When she saw the fourth trending topic on Weibo, Tian Xi straightened her back, and five words seemed to be written on it:
#A Short Separation from Broadcast#——

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