Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Jiang Yang put down his phone.

There's no rush to sign Zhou Ye immediately.

This is a wild horse, a girl in her senior year of high school in an international program who dared to take the art exam route on a whim.

The faster the contract is signed, the faster it can be terminated.

It needs to be tamed and raised slowly, steadily and surely.

Let her develop a bit more; things are peaceful now.

Most importantly, in these three days, I managed to extract a lot of attributes from Zhou Ye.

The lecture hall fell silent.

The host, a teacher from the school's Youth League Committee, wearing a navy blue suit and the Qinghua Affiliated High School badge, took the stage and said, "Today we are honored to have the creative team of 'A Little Reunion' with us."

The process was the same as other secondary school forums in the past.

Let me first introduce the deputy director of the Education Commission, the principal, and other leaders present.

Then, the importance of discipline during the activity was emphasized.

During the Q&A session, please use a microphone and do not rush onto the stage.

The leaders in the front row applauded in response, while the students privately complained that the speech was too long-winded. Some students even took the opportunity to secretly take pictures of the performers, avoiding the area where the school leaders were present.

The first to speak was Huang Lei, who sat relaxed: "When we were filming this drama, my daughter Duo Duo was ten years old. She really enjoys playing with Jiang Yang lately, and she's probably going through puberty. She keeps calling me Lao Deng, and I don't know what that means. My surname is Huang..."

He said a few words.

Huang Lei adjusted his glasses and began his long speech in the tone of someone who had been through it all: "My students, the biggest lesson I learned from filming this drama is that teenagers are like a pot of porridge that hasn't been cooked properly. If the heat is too high, it will burn at the bottom; if the heat is too low, it will be undercooked."

He laughed first after he finished speaking.

Then, gesturing with both hands, he said, "There's a scene where Duoduo and I are arguing. Why did we have to film her slamming the door? Because kids these days, they always say, 'You don't understand!' My daughter, Duoduo, is just like that, able to portray a child's emotions."

He took out his phone and projected his chat with Huang Yici onto the screen: "Yesterday she messaged me saying, 'Dad, the braised pork you made is too salty, just like when you lecture me!'"

Done.

The leaders below responded with a kind of veteran cadre-style laughter.

Huang Lei then elevated the theme: "So parents, remember that communicating with your children is a heart-to-heart exchange. Instead of buying your child the latest mobile phone, spend half an hour each day listening to how they complain about you. Of course, these are just my personal experiences..."

Huang Lei paused for one second.

Changing the subject, she glanced at a girl in the audience: "Hey girl, near the back door, you're quite tall. The way you're secretly playing on your phone is exactly like my daughter when she's doing her homework and secretly reading A-Shuai comics, just grinning like an idiot."

A burst of laughter filled the auditorium.

The girl put away her phone, looked up, and covered her mouth, laughing along.

Huang Lei continued speaking.

Student council representatives, dressed in school uniform skirts, came on stage to present lilies to the production team.

Jiang Yang accepted the flowers, said thank you, and fixed his gaze on the girl who had just been pointed out by Huang Lei for secretly playing on her phone.

I was sitting in the row of the International Department of Tsinghua University High School.

She was wearing the same school uniform as the other students. She had an oval face with smooth lines, a slightly tucked jawline, and a full, rounded forehead.

She has big, bright, and lively doe eyes that crinkle when she smiles.

The bridge of the nose is straight, and the tip of the nose is delicate.

Full lips, with the corners of the mouth slightly upturned.

When she smiles, she reveals her neat, white teeth.

Two dimples and a pear-shaped dimple.

Her eyebrows are naturally shaped, and her hair is soft and beautiful.

We've found Zhuang Dafei.

Try binding.

The system notification sounded in my mind again: [Insufficient training slots, unable to bind]

Yang Chaoyue was given too few gigs.

I know it's my fault, but I still want to deduct ten yuan from Yang Chaoyue's salary.

I heard the soft scratching sound of the pen tip rubbing against the paper.

Looking to the side, I saw Zhao Jinmai drawing a simple sketch in her notebook, depicting a monk chanting sutras.

Noticing Jiang Yang looking at her, she covered her face with a flower and whispered to Jiang Yang beside her, "Teacher Huang Lei is usually very nice, but why does he become so tedious and nagging like my mother as soon as he gets on stage? It's so boring."

Jiang Yang was sending messages to Zhou Ye.

Zhao Jinmai muttered, "Can't you give Teacher Huang Lei some face? He's talking away right there, why are you playing on your phone?"

Jiang Yang glanced at her: "Why don't you play too?"

Zhao Jinmai frowned for a second, took out her phone and nodded: "What can you do if I'm disrespectful? You have to say something to remind me when the camera is on, Jiang Yang."

She sent a message in the [Pretty Girl Battle 4] group: ["This is so boring, let's throw some money around and make everyone happy."]
Zhao Jinmai sent a red envelope, which was snatched up in twenty seconds.

Yang Chaoyue snagged five cents, becoming the luckiest person: ["A ten-cent red envelope, sent to six people in the group, so stingy, did you learn that from Jiang Yang? Not to brag, but Jiang Yang always deducts at least ten yuan from my salary."]
Immediately afterwards, Yang Chaoyue updated a group announcement: Sending red envelopes with a total value of less than 1 yuan and more than 5 in number is prohibited! Please send red envelopes in a civilized manner, thank you for your cooperation.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Chaoyue, what are you up to back home?”]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["My throat hurts from practicing singing, so I'm studying astrology now."]
Yang Chaoyue posted a picture in the group.

These photos were just taken in my room at my hometown.

The photo shows a book next to the pillow, titled "Three Sentences to Help You Understand Your Horoscope".

Tian Xiwei chimed in: ["Is horoscope stuff reliable?"]
Zhao Jinmai replied to Tian Xiwei: ["She was silent for a long time, and only now is she popping up."]
Tian Xiwei replied to Zhao Jinmai: [“I’m in class, sister. Be careful of the teacher.”]
Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Xiwei is really something, calling me ‘sister’ makes me feel like an adult all of a sudden. I can even use my ID card to go to the internet cafe now.”]
Yang Chaoyue chimed in: [“Anyone want to do the math? It’s ten yuan a time, no refusals.”]
Tian Xiwei posted a message: [“@Yang Chaoyue, calculate my birthdate for me. I was born on October 14, 1997.”]
Yang Chaoyue replied: ["Then you're a Libra. Libras usually have a scar on their index finger."]
Tian Xiwei sent a message: [“It really is! I accidentally cut myself with a kitchen knife before, Chaoyue, you’re amazing!”]
This was followed by a special red envelope sent to Yang Chaoyue.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: [“Calculate my birth chart too, Chaoyue, born on September 29, 2002. Make sure it’s clear to me.”]
A few seconds later.

Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“MaiMai, you're a Libra too. Libras drink water when they're thirsty.”]
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Who would be thirsty and not drink water? Are you trying to fool a child?”]
Yang Chaoyue sent another message: "[Libras are not suited for school this year.]"
Zhao Jinmai replied: [“Your calculations are incredibly accurate!”]
She sent Yang Chaoyue a special red envelope.

Yang Chaoyue opened both red envelopes.

A few seconds later, she sent a message in the group: ["We agreed on ten yuan per round, what's the meaning of you two both sending me a one-cent red envelope?"]
Liu Haochun chimed in: [“That means you miscalculated.”] (End of Chapter)