Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

The old HR manager is burning calories in Yancheng, while the new manager is doing radio calisthenics.

Jiang Yang took out his phone and sent a message to Tian Xiwei.

Zhou Ye's phone vibrated.

I received a message from my mom: ["YeYe, where did you go? Did you go to the high-speed rail station to wait for Jiang Yang so soon?"]
Zhou Ye edited the text: [“I went to Tongliang County to intercept Jiang Yang; I want to sign with his company.”]
After sending the message, the finger hovers above the screen.

Waiting for her mother's judgment.

I knew my mother would be angry because of my recklessness.

Mom replied: [“You’re too impatient, Ye Ye!! You should have discussed such a big thing with me first!”]
Zhou Ye's eyes dimmed, unsure of what to say, feeling guilty.

The message appeared within seconds.

It was taken back by Mom.

At the top of the chat window, it shows the other person typing: ["Have you seen Jiang Yang?"]
Zhou Ye edited the text: ["I met him; he was next to me, arranging an interview for me."]
My mom messaged me: ["Do you have enough money? Do you want me to transfer some to you?"]
I received a notification that 5,000 yuan was transferred.

The note reads: Don't let people think we're poor and shabby.

Zhou Ye returned the money, replying, "[No need! I have money, and Jiang Yang said he'd pay me the same salary as Yang Chaoyue!]"
Mom's reply was just two words: "Okay, okay."
There was a three-minute silence.

Another message came from Mom: ["It's okay if you don't pass the interview. If you feel upset, just come home. Mom will make you your favorite spicy chicken and boiled fish."]
Attached is a photo of Zhouye High School's exhibition match.

Zhou Ye stared blankly at the photo for a moment.

It was after participating in this exhibition match that I had the idea of ​​becoming an actor.

My mother has always been concerned about my dreams.

Even if it goes against my mother's life plan.

[“Mom, I will succeed, and I will come home!”] Zhou Ye typed this message and sent it to his mother.

"Zhou Ye!"

Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name.

Looking up towards the school gate, I saw Tian Xiwei in her school uniform. She looked at both sides of the road and quickly crossed the road: "Hello Zhou Ye, I am Tian Xiwei, the newly appointed HR manager of the company. The old HR manager is doing calorie workout."

What are you practicing?

How do I get stuck in the path during practice?
Zhou Ye didn't understand.

I heard Tian Xiwei's name clearly.

The HR manager of Jiangyang Company is actually Tian Xiwei?

Isn't Tian Xiwei an artist signed with the company? How come she's also serving as the HR manager?

Is this company so short-staffed? "Hi Xiwei, Chaoyue mentioned you to me, you're very pretty."

"You are more beautiful."

Tian Xiwei replied politely.

Take a few more glances at Zhou Ye.

I noticed Zhou Ye as soon as I left the school gate. When he wasn't smiling, he looked a bit fierce and distant, but he became more approachable when he smiled.

I've always had a good impression of Zhou Ye.

People who are good to those who are exceptional are all good people.

After chatting for a few minutes, Tian Xiwei took out a pair of non-prescription glasses from her pocket and put them on.

I bought it while shopping with Jiang Yang during the Chinese New Year.

I wear it occasionally at school to make myself look like a good student.

I never expected to need it now.

Tian Xiwei got to the point: "Zhou Ye, please introduce yourself first."

"My name is Zhou Ye. I am 17 years old, 165 cm tall, and weigh 45 kg. I come from Chongqing."

At this point, Zhou Ye paused for a moment: "Xiwei, we are from the same hometown."

"Okay, you passed the interview, congratulations!" Tian Xi adjusted her glasses and extended her hand to Zhou Ye.

"what?"

Zhou Ye was stunned, and Tian Xi shook his hand numbly.

Tian Xiwei's glasses were fake, but Zhou Ye's nervousness was real.

Jiang Yang, who was chatting with the main creative team of "A Little Reunion" in a WeChat group, turned his head and looked over: "It's approved already?"

"Zhou Ye is from our hometown!"

"Seriously!"

"I'm short on time, Jiang Yang. I have to go back to class soon."

“We can’t just do this half-heartedly. We’re a legitimate company!” Jiang Yang said seriously.

Are you being mean to me?

Wait!

You can't let the boss lose face in front of new employees.

Tian Xiwei muttered to herself, "What a load of rubbish, a legitimate company," but replied casually, "Okay."

She pulled Zhou Ye aside.

Zhou Ye took out a notebook from his bag and wrote down what she said: "In our company, if you want to get a role, you have to serve the boss, understand?"

"I understand!"

"Did you notice the two hickeys on Jiang Yang's neck?"

Zhou Ye glanced in Jiang Yang's direction: "I saw it."

"Do you know how he did it? He pinched himself." After chatting for a few moments, Zhou Ye suddenly realized and wrote a line in his notebook: [The boss likes having hickeys on his neck; I should pinch him sometime.]
"By the way, Zhou Ye, do you know what the boss likes to eat?"

"Is it pork knuckle rice? Extra spicy?"

"Right, right! How did you know?"

"Chaoyue told me that last time."

Zhou Ye wrote in his notebook: [Jiang Yang likes extra spicy pork trotter rice; I should order one for the owner sometime.]
Let's chat for a bit.

Zhou Ye also wrote: [The boss likes having his face licked by a dog that has eaten shit.]
After finishing writing, I glanced at the line with disgust.

I find it unbelievable.

However, Xiwei is a long-time employee of Jiangyang, so what she said is definitely correct.

Jiang Yang put away his phone.

Seeing Tian Xiwei continuing to interview Zhou Ye with great seriousness, Zhou Ye even took out his notebook to take notes.

I feel a little more at ease.

The old man's car is on its way.

Jiang Yang took out the red envelope his homeroom teacher had given him earlier from his pocket: "It's really thin. Old Li talks a lot, but he's even stingier than me when it comes to giving red envelopes. It's only two hundred at most."

Open the red envelope.

There was only one sheet of white paper folded up.

"Not a single red bill? Unbelievable, even stingier than Yang Chaoyue."

Take out this piece of paper; it's a bit wrinkled, and it was torn from a lesson plan.

The following text was written on it:

Jiang Yang, I know you're probably calling me stingy. I can see right through you, but you're the most special student I've ever taught. I can't see your future.

The playground at Tongliang Middle School is so small that it can't even hold your wings as you soar.

Do you remember the first day of high school? You were late and climbed over the wall to get in, and I caught you red-handed. It turned out you were late because you were helping a girl from the next class move her books.

I later found out that the girl was being bullied by people outside of school, and you were the only one who dared to help her.

During the high school sports meet, you ran the 3000 meters in place of the sports committee member who had broken his leg. You came in last place but still smiled and said that you didn't embarrass the class, at least you finished the race.

I've always been worried about your grades, but that time I found out that your poor grades weren't because you're stupid, but because you put all your energy into protecting others.

Last year on Teacher's Day, everyone else gave me flowers, but you gave me a pair of SpongeBob SquarePants underwear, saying it was your favorite underwear. You put it on my desk, which made me very embarrassed. I won't go into details, but I was very angry at first. However, when I saw the tag that said "For the homeroom teacher only," my anger subsided by more than half.

The next day I yelled at you again, do you know why? Because you little brat actually used class funds to buy it!
When you suddenly disappeared to film a movie during my senior year of high school, I was so angry that I smashed my thermos in the classroom.

When you returned for the final exam, you ranked in the top ten of your grade. A few days ago, during evening self-study, I noticed that your grades had improved again, and you got a perfect score on the science comprehensive exam.

At that moment, I knew that I had never been qualified to teach you.

You are a diligent and hardworking genius, while I can only teach excellent but mediocre talents.

Now it's my turn to hand in a blank paper.

I can't teach you acting or singing, I can only teach you: when you become famous, don't bully others; when you're forgotten, don't belittle yourself.

You say you envy me for having so many students, but a true teacher's greatest pride isn't in how outstanding their students are, but in when, years later, you come back and say, "Old Li, I didn't become the kind of adult I used to hate."

I believe you can do it; you're different from others.

Do you remember the dream sticky notes on the back wall of our classroom? While other students wrote about which prestigious university they wanted to attend, you wrote: "This crappy classroom is too hot. I'm going to earn money myself to install air conditioning for the younger students."

Based on this alone, I know that even if you score above the Tsinghua or Peking University cutoff in the college entrance exam, you most likely won't go; you have your own ideas.

When you graduate, I'll keep the sticky note you wrote and add a line for my future students to see. It will say: "Remember, juniors and seniors of Tongliang Middle School, the senior who became a big star also took the blame for his classmates back then."

When I approved your leave slip last time, I suddenly realized that this might be the last time you ask me to sign it as a student.

Finally, putting aside our teacher-student relationship, let me speak from the bottom of my heart: Compared to your glamorous image on TV, I miss the you who was making me stand as punishment in the hallway, and who, concerned that my voice was hoarse, placed a box of throat lozenges for me on the podium.

Jiang Yang, your high school career may end earlier than other students.

But your life is just beginning.

I hope that many years from now, you can point to yourself on TV and say, "Look, Lao Li, I didn't let you down."

That would be the best gift I receive for Teacher's Day.

—March 2016, Old Li.
Jiang Yang read it all, word by word.

Hearing the message in his mind, he realized that Tian Xiwei had already finished interviewing Zhou Ye and gone back to school.

Most of the classes I attended were in English.

When she ran back to school earlier, she made sure to put her non-prescription glasses in her pocket, and when she jumped, her ponytail hit her face.

Zhou Ye put the notebook into his bag, put his knees together, and waited for his instructions.

Jiang Yang took another look at the words Old Li had written for him, his gaze lingering on the last few lines.

When I was in school, I always thought I would see my classmates and teachers many summers.

The real farewell happened during an ordinary break between classes.

My high school career ended prematurely.
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