Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I probably won't sit at that desk in the back of the classroom anymore.

Suddenly I realized that those most ordinary moments on campus might be the last.

The last time I took a nap at my desk.

The last time I peeked at the girl in the row in front of me wearing a ponytail.

The last time I played around with my classmates at the back door of the classroom.

How come I didn't realize it back then?

Old Li always said, "You are the worst class I've ever taught." Now that I think about it, even that sentence sounds cute.

Look up.

On the rusty school gate, the yellowed bronze characters of Tongliang Middle School still shine brightly.

Suddenly I felt a void in my heart.

After rummaging through Old Li's red envelope, I understood what was going on. It turned out that the red envelope was completely empty except for the lesson plan paper covered with writing.

He messaged his homeroom teacher: [“Old Li, you’re so stingy, you won’t even put a single penny in. No wonder I’m so frugal, I learned it from you.”]
The homeroom teacher replied: ["Scholars shouldn't talk about money. When you make a lot of money in the future, remember to install air conditioning in the classrooms of your juniors. Students are getting more and more tired from studying, and it gets as hot as an oven in the summer."]
Jiang Yang edited the text: [“I won’t. The hardships I’ve endured, I must make future students suffer as well.”]
My homeroom teacher sent me a message: [“If a reporter interviews me next time, I’ll reveal that you gave me SpongeBob SquarePants underwear for Teacher’s Day, and I’ll also scold you.”]
Jiang Yang sent a message: [“I take back what I just said.”]
Suddenly I heard a car horn.

Jiang Yang turned his head and saw a dilapidated silver Corolla driving towards the intersection.

The old man's beat-up car arrived, while his brand-new Mercedes-Benz S-Class was still parked in the parking lot of the East Coast Hotel in Beiping.

"By the way, Zhou Ye, what did Xiwei tell you? I saw you were writing it down so diligently in your notebook just now."

Hear the words.

Zhou Ye gripped the backpack strap tightly.

Noticing Jiang Yang's gaze, she straightened her back.

Tian Xiwei passed the interview, but to sign the contract, she still had to get past Jiang Yang. Her voice was a little tight, and her throat bobbed: "Um, Xiwei told me that I must..."

Zhou Ye had just started to speak when he was interrupted by the middle-aged man driving the Corolla parked in front of him.

The old man rolled down the car window and glared at Jiang Yang: "You've been waiting forever, haven't you? How can this piece of junk even move? If you had brought my Mercedes S-Class back, I would have come to pick you up long ago, you little bastard!"

Hearing the words "son of a bitch".

Zhou Ye immediately snapped out of his daze and greeted, "Hello, Uncle."

"Who are you, young lady?" The old man switched back to Mandarin, his smile gentle.

"I am Jiang Yang's friend, my name is Zhou Ye." Zhou Ye bowed.

Jiang Yang introduced: "A friend I met during the art exam in Beiping. He's an artist my company is planning to sign. He's also from Chongqing. His home is in Nan'an District of the city. Before the Lunar New Year, Chaoyue and I spent two days in Nan'an District. Zhou Ye hosted us. He came with me to the high-speed rail station to go to Beiping. Tomorrow, he's going to the Beijing Film Academy entrance exam."

"Oh, the little girl is really pretty."

The old man laughed.

He got out of the car, put Zhou Ye's backpack in the trunk, opened the car door for Zhou Ye, and glanced at Jiang Yang: "Unlike my son, who looks like a scoundrel, and now I have to drive this piece of junk."

"This car isn't broken down; it's a very good car."

Zhou Ye sat in the back row.

I don't know much about cars, but this car looks similar to my family's Accord.

She noticed a little girl with a ponytail in the back row who looked somewhat like Jiang Yang. The girl smiled at her and said, "Sister Zhou Ye, I'm Jiang Yang's younger sister. My name is Jiang Yueyue."

"Hello," Zhou Ye said with a smile.

"Do you want to eat Little Master? Sister Zhao Jinmai left it in the car, just leave the Water Margin card with her."

"I, I've eaten."

Zhou Ye's heart skipped a beat.

Do you know Zhao Jin and Mai Jiangyang?

I've never heard Chaoyue mention this.

Zhao Jinmai is different from Gulnazar. Gulnazar is a celebrity, while Zhao Jinmai is an actress and the lead actress in "A Little Reunion".

Suddenly, an idea popped into my head.

Is Zhao Jinmai also an artist under Jiangyang Company?

He immediately dismissed the idea; it was impossible based on the timeline. Jiang Yang, like himself, was in his final year of high school. When Zhao Jinmai debuted, Jiang Yang couldn't even start a company.

Jiang Yang sat down in the front row and turned to Jiang Yueyue, asking, "What brings you here?"

"I was hoping to run into Sister Xiwei, but it turns out she's a new sister."

"Aren't you going to class today?"

"I'm taking leave."

"What leave are you asking for? You need to attend class properly!" Jiang Yang's tone became stern.

Jiang Yueyue said happily, "I learned it from my brother."

Jiang Yang's lips twitched, too lazy to pay her any attention.

The old man then started the Corolla.

There were outsiders in the car, so the old man gave his son some face and refrained from cursing Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yueyue chatted with Zhou Ye for a few minutes, then took out a postcard she had prepared beforehand: "Sister Zhou Ye, could you sign this for me?"

"me?"

"Yeah, when you become famous, I can brag to my classmates."

"But……"

Zhou Ye said awkwardly, "Your brother hasn't planned to sign me yet."

"He will sign. My brother is a very principled person. He'll sign with any pretty girl."

The words fell.

Jiang Yang turned around and glared at Jiang Yueyue: "Can't you just shut up and die? Can't you just shut up and die?!"

"It's enough to drive you crazy." Jiang Yueyue shrank her neck.

She quietly handed the pen to Zhou Ye: "Please."

While waiting at the traffic light, Zhou Ye picked up a pen and wrote a line on Jiang Yueyue's postcard.

I paused for several seconds after I picked up the pen.

Since I had only just met Jiang Yang, I didn't know what kind of girl she was, so I didn't know what to write.

He glanced at Jiang Yueyue.

Seeing the other person tilting their head and staring at the postcard, then looking up and smiling at me, I suddenly remembered myself when I was a child.

She picked up her pen and wrote: [To the dearest Yueyue:]
I hope you will be braver than I am now.

She dared to make faces when her brother was swearing.

They dared to fold failing test papers into paper airplanes.

Most importantly, dare to say to the people you care about, "I'm going to disobey them!"

—Zhou Ye, striving to become an artist under your brother's company, Spring 2016.
Jiang Yueyue accepted the postcard.

They cheered and took photos.

Holding the phone high above his head, chin slightly tucked in, eyes wide open, and making a peace sign with his other hand, he deliberately covered half of his face with the postcard to ensure Zhou Ye's signature was clearly visible.

I deliberately made the photo blurry by shaking my hand.

The words written by Sueno on the postcard also became blurred.

Then edit the photos.

The skin was photoshopped to be so white it was reflective, the blush was made so heavy it looked like someone had a fever, the filter was adjusted to a bright, garish color, and a shimmering star effect was added.

Posted to QQ Space Moments.

The caption reads: "[My handwriting looks like Zhou Ye's every day, it gets progressively messier]"
Zhou Ye couldn't understand it, but he was deeply shocked.

Open Jiang Yang's QQ space and browse through his previous posts.

verified.

They are definitely siblings. (End of Chapter)