Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I really want to help Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue, and Mai Mai by promoting "A Little Reunion".

But what help can someone as insignificant as myself possibly offer?
If I can help in any way, I will.

The phone screen lights up again.

Open Weibo.

Edit the first Weibo post.

First, there are two accompanying pictures.

The first image is a screenshot of Jiang Yang in the trailer for "A Little Reunion". It's a close-up of Jiang Yang reaching out his hand against the light, with his veins bulging.

The second photo is one I secretly took when I visited the film set, showing Jiang Yang asleep on set.

Jiang Yang held a boxed lunch in his hand, his face still painted with bruises, and he could see the busy staff members.

The caption is:
[@Jiang Yang, he's arrogant and domineering in the drama, but off-screen he can fall asleep even while eating a boxed lunch.]
Then came the second Weibo post.

I'll also include two accompanying images.

The first image is a still from the drama featuring Yang Chaoyue with a broken smile.

The second picture is a blurry image of Tian Xiwei and Yang Chaoyue fighting over the microphone to sing a song together at a karaoke bar.

The caption is:
[@Yang Chaoyue, in the play you said 'I'm different from them,' and off-screen you led us to be just as crazy. So what if you're a textile factory worker? You're now an actress who can make people cry just by watching the trailer.]
Tian Xiwei added a hashtag: #FactoryGirl'sTearsAreAlsoPearls#
Then came the last Weibo post.

The accompanying image is a screenshot of Zhao Jinmai pushing Jiang Yang away in the drama, her eyes red with embarrassment.

And a candid photo taken by Tian Xiwei on set, showing Zhao Jinmai wiping the snot from a child extra's nose.

Tap the screen to edit text:
[@Zhao Jinmai, when you criticized Jiang Yang in "A Little Reunion," I almost believed you disliked him, until I saw you buying chicken legs and milk tea for the extras' children on set, and secretly massaging the legs of the props team aunties.]
After thinking about it, I created a hashtag: #MaiMaiIsAnAngelOnEarth#
Three Weibo posts were published.

Click into Jiang Yang's Weibo.

I noticed that the number of followers had increased by a thousand, and I also saw comments from Zhao Lushi's Weibo helping Jiang Yang fight off the negative comments in the comment section of Jiang Yang's "Starry Sea".

I had previously checked out their Weibo account.

Knowing that the other person's name was Zhao Lushi, she must be a rich girl from a wealthy family.

I specially spent 10,000 yuan to help Jiang Yang promote his new song on Weibo.

"I'm not as rich as Zhao Lushi, but I can still help out by spending a little money."

Tian Xi murmured, "Although it can't compare to Zhao Lushi, at least it will allow more people to see Zhang Xiaoyu, played by Jiang Yang."

She pulled out a photo of Jiang Yang sleeping on set from her album: "If this guy knew that I spent money to promote him, he would definitely scold me for being wasteful."

Tian Xiwei suddenly laughed; "Then don't let him know."

The sacrifices I made without his knowledge.

The most extravagant romance of adolescence.

I really envy Yang Chaoyue, who went from being an extra in variety shows to playing a supporting role in a TV series.

I'm also very envious; Zhao Jinmai's career is about to reach new heights.

They all walk ahead of themselves.

There is jealousy.

But that doesn't stop me, in my small way, from doing my part to help them go a little further.

Tian Xiwei donated 20 yuan to the Weibo post that was just related to Yang Chaoyue.

I spent twenty yuan on the one for Zhao Jinmai.

I spent 520 yuan on Jiang Yang's phone.

Seeing the notification that the video feed was successful, Tian Xiwei gently tapped the photo of Jiang Yang sleeping on the screen.

She murmured to herself, "Jiang Yang, you can call me a spendthrift or a fool, but I'm going to let the whole world see you."

The 520 yuan donation hides the girl's most secret confession.

She paused for a moment, her voice even softer, as if she were telling a secret:
"Just like... when you first saw me."

Open Jiang Yang's chat box.

She discovered that Jiang Yang had not yet replied to her message.

She edited a line of text.

Press the send button.

In Jiang Yang's class, the homeroom teacher, who was writing a lesson plan on the podium, noticed that Jiang Yang's phone screen lit up.

The message reads: ["What are you doing? I miss you."]
The nickname is three characters: Tian Xiwei.

The homeroom teacher, with a tense expression, glanced up at Jiang Yang and saw that Jiang Yang had already stood up, holding a test paper, and was walking towards the podium.

"Old Li, can we hand in our papers early?" Jiang Yang asked.

"What did you call me?"

"teacher."

Jiang Yang immediately changed his tune.

Old Li took Jiang Yang's test paper: "Have you finished writing? Then hand in your paper..."

He suddenly stopped talking.

Jiang Yang's science exam paper was written in neat handwriting with almost no corrections, and every question was filled out.

The multiple-choice questions had almost no corrections, and the last two questions had very faint pencil marks next to the options, probably because the answers were filled in directly after mental calculation without bothering to make drafts.

Most importantly, all the multiple-choice questions were answered correctly.

Old Li teaches physics.

Looking directly at the final physics problem, it's a complex model problem involving electromagnetic induction and inclined plane motion.

It's a standard procedure, but the calculations are complex.

Jiang Yang used the law of conservation of energy to skip the tedious force analysis and simplify the equivalent gravitational field.

This is a technique used in high school physics competitions; it's beyond the curriculum, but it's correct.

It was quite noticeable that Jiang Yang's academic performance seemed to have improved again.

Even if the class is full of top physics students, they still can't reach this level.

"Well written." The homeroom teacher nodded slightly.

Seeing Jiang Yang turn to leave, he called out to him, "Wait a minute." He pointed to the message from Tian Xiwei on Jiang Yang's phone screen: "Who is Tian Xiwei?"

Just finished.

Tian Xiwei sent another message: ["Aren't you going to reply? I'll count to three!"]
["one!"]
["two!"]
["three!"]
"Okay, Jiang Yang, don't leave after class."
Jiang Yang's lips twitched as he looked at the screen: "Also a senior in high school, a dance student."

"It's a girl, right?"

"Yes, he's also an artist my company signed this year. He was an extra on 'Go Fighting!' and he'll be filming 'Fighter of the Destiny' in a while."

The homeroom teacher blurted out, "Are you in a relationship?", but suddenly stopped.

He only cares about teaching.

I don't know what "Fighter of the Destiny" is, and I don't usually watch variety shows.

However, when Jiang Yang showed his homeroom teacher on his phone the lead actor contract he signed with the production team for "Fighter of the Destiny," the acting coach contract, and Tian Xiwei's actor contract, he was surprised.

I also retrieved the company's recent accounts.

The homeroom teacher swallowed the words of reprimand Jiang Yang, handed the phone back to him, and pursed his lips: "The school doesn't allow early relationships, so you and Tian Xiwei should be careful."

"Don't worry, Lao Li, my company has rules against office romances," Jiang Yang replied in a low voice.

The homeroom teacher was silent for a few seconds, then finally sighed, handed the phone back to Jiang Yang, and spoke in a low, gentle voice:
"Jiang Yang, you're moving faster than your peers, but don't rush it."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the other students in the classroom who were engrossed in their writing, before returning to Jiang Yang. He added, "Some paths are shortcuts to walk alone, but walking them together is what youth is all about."

"You're right. Fortunately, my company has more than just Tian Xiwei as an artist."

"Anything else?"

“Three more people like Tian Xiwei have been signed.”

The homeroom teacher looked up at Jiang Yang and said, "You're neglecting your studies. Your primary task right now is to study!"

Done.

He pointed sharply to the blank space on the last page of the lesson plan and said in a low voice, "Give me your signature again!"

I finally got my phone back from the homeroom teacher.

As for what the homeroom teacher said about calling his parents, is it true or just something he said to the other students in the class?

unimportant.

Anyway, I'm going to Shanghai with Tian Xiwei tomorrow.

This is a headache for the old man.

The bell rang to signal the end of the first evening self-study session.

The familiar eye exercise music came over the radio, interspersed with stuttering static.

The classroom was filled with the sounds of desks and chairs being moved slightly, and the rustling of students adjusting their posture.

The sound of footsteps could be heard from the students on patrol in the corridor.

I haven't done eye exercises in a long time.

When I got to the third section, I couldn't remember how to do it.

He opened his eyes and saw that under the fluorescent lights of the classroom, most people had their heads down and eyes closed, pressing their fingers on acupoints.

Some people were perfunctory in their actions, some were chatting quietly, and some quickly took a bite of a snack after finishing a section.

Some people pretended to do the exercises the whole time, but were actually secretly reading novels.

As soon as the eye exercises ended, the classroom was filled with sighs of relief, the soft cracking of joints as people stretched, and the screeching of chair legs scraping against the floor.

"Let me copy your homework!"

Which teacher is supervising the next evening study session?

The chatter gradually grew louder.

People were running in the corridor, rushing to the toilet or heading to the school store.

Jiang Yang rubbed his eyes and suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the back door of the classroom: "Jiang Yang! Why aren't you replying to my messages!"

Tian Xi glanced around and noticed that there was no teacher in Jiang Yang's class.

She strode into Jiang Yang's classroom, her steps quick but light.

Under the watchful eyes of the other students, she grabbed Jiang Yang by the ear and dragged him outside.

Amidst the cheers of the whole class, Tian Xiwei's ears suddenly turned red, and she nervously gripped the hem of her school uniform with her other hand.

"Hey, give me some face, Xiwei." Jiang Yang gasped in pain.

"Do you miss me?" Tian Xi wrinkled her nose and glared at Jiang Yang.

I miss you!

Once he reached the corridor, Jiang Yang finally felt that his ears had relaxed.

Tian Xi reached out, intending to take Jiang Yang's hand, but seeing the crowd around, she hesitated and instead took Jiang Yang's sleeve, saying, "Let's go to the playground!"

"What are you doing? It's pitch black."

"It was pitch black..."

Before Tian Xiwei could finish speaking, she suddenly stopped breathing deeply, afraid that Jiang Yang would notice her hot breath, and pulled the zipper all the way up to cover her lips.

She tugged at Jiang Yang's sleeve, her heart pounding faster, deliberately taking half a step ahead so Jiang Yang wouldn't see her blushing.

As they descended the stairs and walked towards the playground, every time Jiang Yang tried to pull his hand away, Tian Xiwei would suddenly tighten her grip and continue saying:
"It's best to have a date when it's pitch black!"
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PS:

Yang Chaoyue: "Thank you to the big boss who is full of regrets for giving me 6 Oscar trophies... The nights you stayed up with me are more touching than sweet words."

The big boss, who was supposed to be the leader of the alliance, has directly fed me! I kneel before him in gratitude. I will try my best to update more chapters.

Thank you to 鸣蜩死吧w for the 5000 points.

Thank you Gu Xiuyang for the 2000 points.

Thank you for the 1000 points reward.

Liu Haochun: "Thank you, Xiao Kau, for the support... Others care about how high I fly, but you're the only one who asks if my wings hurt."

Liu Haochun: "Thank you for the little chicken leg that Chujian Nuanyang fed me... Even when I gave up on myself, you were still fighting for me."

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