Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yang's lips twitched.

Jealousy during adolescence can come out of nowhere; a single hickey can turn the entire morning exercise break into a trial.

Suddenly, I regretted not listening to my homeroom teacher. If I hadn't been given a hickey by Tian Xiwei during evening self-study four days ago, none of this would have happened.

Seeing the red mark left on her neck by the raised hand, Tian Xi was slightly stunned for a second.

He reached out and touched it, then slid his fingers down Jiang Yang's neck: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, does it hurt?"

Her fingers slid onto the back of Jiang Yang's hand.

Tian Xi gently hooked Jiang Yang's fingers a few times and put her hand into Jiang Yang's palm.

Suddenly, Old Li gave a heavy "hmm" from the office behind him.

Tian Xiwei immediately withdrew her hand, shrank her head, and smiled at Old Li.

Once they were a distance away, she looked around and tentatively took Jiang Yang's hand, pulling up the sleeve of her school uniform to cover it.

in the office.

The homeroom teacher took off his glasses and rubbed his sore eyes.

Recalling what Jiang Yang had said earlier, she looked out the window at the playground and sighed softly, "I may really be getting old and out of touch with the times. If my son had dared to act like Jiang Yang back then, I would have broken his legs."

Be silent for a while.

I thought of my son who works at a bank, and how he complained at the dinner table a few days ago: "Dad, there are almost no people left at the bank now. Everyone is transferring money on their phones. Our branch is going to lay off staff again this year."

He shook his head and muttered to himself, "The younger generation these days is always thinking about breaking the rules, but if the rules were so easy to break, what would be the point of us old folks keeping them?"

But after he finished speaking, he was stunned for a moment.

Just last week, his daughter had advised him:

"Dad, you should try online teaching too. Students don't like listening to blackboard writing anymore. Your old method of getting high scores through corporal punishment is outdated."

The homeroom teacher stared at Jiang Yang's retreating figure as he walked towards the school gate, and suddenly felt a little dazed: "Fine, do whatever you want."

The sigh contained a sense of bewilderment at the new era.

He waved his hand, both admitting defeat and compromising, and smiled with wrinkles: "Anyway, I kept two copies of Jiang Yang's autograph. I can sell them for money when he becomes famous."

After dropping Jiang Yang off at the school gate, Tian Xiwei went back to her own class to do her morning exercises.

Jiang Yang sent a message to the old man, asking him to come pick him up.

Just left the school gate.

Jiang Yang paused for a moment.

I thought I heard someone calling me, but I couldn't hear clearly. The music for the school's morning exercises was too loud, mixed with the PE teacher's whistle.

Then came another familiar voice: "Jiang Yang!! I'm here!"

Looking up, I saw a girl sitting curled up on the curb. She had just stood up, dusted herself off, and waved in my direction.

Several motorcycle taxis were parked at the school gate, waiting for passengers. The driver was smoking and scrolling through his phone. When he saw Jiang Yang come out, he looked up and glanced at him a few more times.

Jiang Yang's attention was on the girl across the street.

He was wearing a slightly oversized navy blue hooded sweatshirt with long sleeves, his hands tucked inside.

The pants are black slim-fit jeans.

He was wearing a pair of canvas shoes with the laces tied tightly.

He was carrying a military green canvas bag, which was bulging inside.

"Zhou Ye?" Jiang Yang called out.

He was slightly taken aback, and at first glance thought he had misread it.

I almost thought I was in Nan'an District of Chongqing, rather than Tongliang County.

Zhou Ye is clearly not a student at Tongliang Middle School, so why is he here? We clearly agreed to meet at the Chongqing High-Speed ​​Railway Station this afternoon.

"It's me, Jiang Yang!" Zhou Ye exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Jiang Yang.

Then she hesitated, preoccupied with something on her mind, and bit her lip to try and remain calm: "Um, it's been so long, you..."

As soon as she stood up, she twisted the hem of her hoodie with her fingers.

Seeing Jiang Yang approach, she quickly let go, pretending to be calm as she put her hand in her pocket. She first met Jiang Yang's gaze, then quickly looked down at the tips of her shoes, and when she looked up again, a somewhat unnatural smile appeared on her lips.

She desperately wanted to ask Jiang Yang, "Can you sign me?", but she knew now was not the time.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she changed them to: "Your school gate is really beautiful."

After speaking, I immediately bit my tongue, feeling that my opening remarks were too clumsy.

I'm not usually like this.

Jiang Yang glanced back at the rusty iron gate of his school.

I know what I'm doing.

This girl has terrible taste.

He smiled politely and asked, "What brings you here?"

“I…” Zhou Ye saw Jiang Yang approaching and subconsciously took a half step back, then stopped abruptly, afraid of being seen as nervous: “I thought it was on my way to the high-speed rail station, so I came over.”

Drop by?

Zhou Ye's home is only a few kilometers from the Chongqing high-speed railway station.

It's about 60 or 70 kilometers from Tongliang County, and there's no way we can go by the right road.

We chatted for a few minutes.

Zhou Ye secretly tiptoed up and down in his canvas shoes, trying to make himself appear taller.

Make yourself look more deserving of being chosen.

She took a deep breath and got straight to the point: "Actually, Jiang Yang, I want to sign with your company!"

These words were practically squeezed out of his throat.

After saying that, she bit her lower lip, regretting that she had been too direct.

Hear the words.

Jiang Yang suddenly realized what was going on and laughed, "How could you have such an idea?"

"It's...that, I just want to...I want to act."

I have a bunch of ideas in my head.

He stammered and couldn't get the words out, but luckily he was prepared.

She took out her self-recommendation letter from her bag and showed it to Jiang Yang with trembling fingers, the paper rustling loudly.

Jiang Yang took Zhou Ye's letter of recommendation and glanced at it quickly.

He seemed lost in thought, his gaze settling on one line that read: "[I'm open to a 10/90 split between the company and myself, and I'm also open to acting for free.]"
"Who taught you to write it like this?" Jiang Yang asked, frowning.

"I wrote it myself."

Zhou Ye's voice was half an octave higher than usual: "I don't care that much about money, but I love acting. I want to play all kinds of roles. I can play roles that others are unwilling to play. I'm not afraid of being criticized."

"Aren't you just being ridiculous!" Jiang Yang's voice suddenly rose, startling Zhou Ye.

He continued, "This is a job. If you set your income expectations so low, what will the other artists in my company think of me? They'll think I'm some kind of exploitative capitalist."

Jiang Yang said seriously, "Once you pass the interview, besides what you wrote, you can't take a penny less than the minimum of five thousand yuan per month!"

"well!"

Zhou Ye pursed his lips and nodded vigorously.

Jiang Yang actually took the initiative to increase her income.

I recall those two days I spent with Yang Chaoyue before the Lunar New Year, and whenever we talked about Jiangyang, Yang Chaoyue would often say those six words.

What a great boss.

"So, when can I have my interview?"

"Now, wait a moment, I'll arrange for the company's new HR manager to interview you."

Zhou Ye's eyes gleamed: "Is the company's HR manager also in Tongliang?"

"Yes, I am." (End of Chapter)