Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I only found out after we chatted for a few minutes.

Zhou Ye had never bought tickets before and did not have the habit of booking tickets in advance.

Unless you take a taxi, you can't get back at this point.

In Zhou Ye's words, "I think I may have suffered because of my privileged family background, so I envy Yang Chaoyue."

Liu Haochun didn't understand, but was deeply shocked.

A short while later, she took him to the dance studio on the third floor to practice dancing.

Zhou Ye said he wasn't afraid of pain and would train however he wanted.

It had only been a few minutes since I opened my hips.

Zhou Ye lay on the yoga mat, his legs being held by Liu Haochun.

The tearing sensation in the inner thigh felt like being pulled in opposite directions by two horses, and the screams were even louder than Yang Chaoyue's back then.

[Under your care, Zhou Ye's dancing skills have improved, and you have received corresponding feedback.]

Jiang Yang came out of the bathroom, his hair still wet and plastered to his scalp. He opened the control panel and saw the system notification he had received.

Hao Chun should have been called over a long time ago.

Let Haochun develop Zhou Ye, while Kuku earns attributes.

I remembered the sticky note Haochun wrote for me.

Jiang Yang took the folded sticky note out of his pocket, unfolded it, and was slightly stunned.

I took a picture and posted it on WeChat Moments.

I called the hotel front desk and they sent over a plastic bag. I put the sticky note written by Liu Haochun inside and kept it safe.

"If Liu Hao becomes popular in the future, he can fetch a good price."

The thought had just popped into my head when something else suddenly occurred to me.

Old Li is quite stingy; it seems he asked me for autographs several times.

He might be planning to wait until he becomes famous before selling his autographs and making a fortune.

How can a physics teacher be so shrewd?

Before going to bed, I take out my phone and post something on WeChat Moments.

Dance studio.

"Zhou Ye, do you want to rest for a while? Or should we stop practicing here for today?"

"Okay, Teacher Haochun, I'm not practicing anymore. Dancing is too painful..." Zhou Ye lay on the yoga mat, sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead, just about to say this.

Suddenly, I noticed Liu Haochun's deformed toenails.

The words that were about to come out got stuck in my throat.

She got up to get two bottles of water, opened them for Liu Haochun, and the two rested against the barre.

I wouldn't say I'm very familiar with them.

Because of Jiang Yang's connection, they were able to have a good chat.

The suffering Hao Chun endures every day is probably more painful than all the scolding he's received since childhood.

Yang Chaoyue also started training from scratch.

Even Zhao Jinmai, who is younger than her, was trained by Liu Haochun in hip opening and stomping techniques in this dance studio last year.

She gritted her teeth and said, "I can still practice, I can endure, Yang Chaoyue can endure, Zhao Jinmai can endure, and you can endure even more, so why can't I, Zhou Ye? Teacher Haochun, let's go again!"

Liu Haochun remained silent for a few seconds.

She squatted down in front of Zhou Ye, looking him in the eye: "Zhou Ye, you've got it wrong."

"What?" Zhou Ye was stunned.

Liu Haochun reached out and gently wiped the sweat from Zhou Ye's face: "We endure it not because we can endure it, but because we have no other choice."

She pointed to her deformed toes. She continued, "Yang Chaoyue practiced her lines until dawn because she was afraid that her Mandarin wouldn't be standard and she would be replaced during filming. I practiced dancing desperately because I can't do anything else besides dancing. Tian Xiwei acted fiercer than anyone else because she was afraid that others would find out that she could cry too."

Liu Haochun gently rubbed Zhou Ye's thigh: "But you're different. When you cry out in pain, someone listens."

Zhou Ye's breathing became steady, and his gaze drifted.

Indeed it is.

As soon as I cry out in pain, my parents will immediately pay attention to me.

Liu Haochun laughed and said, "So don't try to tough it out like us. Cry when it hurts, and complain when you're tired. That's your privilege."

privilege?

Zhou Ye lowered his head slightly, somewhat unable to meet Liu Haochun's gaze.

Until Liu Haochun reached out his hand to her: "Still want to practice?"

She was stunned for a second, then gripped Liu Haochun's hand tightly and was pulled up: "Practice!"

Hip opening, side splits and vertical splits, hip stepping, instep pressing, abdominal muscle tearing.

The screams lasted for more than an hour, gradually becoming hoarse.

early morning.

Liu Haochun has already gone back to her room to rest.

Zhou Ye collapsed on the yoga mat, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chin.

She finished a bottle of water and looked at the streets of Beiping outside the East Hotel in the early morning.

The 711-Eleven across from the hotel was lit up, and the night shift clerk was restocking.

Two designated drivers were squatting at the door eating rice balls.

A sanitation worker in an orange uniform is using a high-pressure water gun to wash the sidewalk, while a drunk man is leaning against a utility pole and vomiting.

A safety helmet suddenly appeared in the green belt; a subway construction worker climbed out of a manhole, his trouser legs covered in mud.

Scenes I never used to pay attention to are now vivid in my mind.

"My parents told me not to learn from those who suffer."

"Jiang Yang showed me another side of this world."

"Teacher Haochun told me that I have special privileges."

"Whom should I listen to?"

Zhou Ye murmured, "My parents told me not to learn from those who suffer, but they didn't tell me that those who suffer are the ones who hold up this night."

Suddenly, his fingers gripped the empty water bottle tightly, and the plastic made a crisp sound.

"When Teacher Haochun said I have special privileges, it doesn't mean I don't have to suffer. It means that when I cry out in pain, someone feels sorry for me, and when I fall, someone helps me up. But what if I were to share these privileges with others?"

Even when it hurts, I still cry, and after crying, I keep practicing.

My mother gave me so much money, but I don't need it at all. I should give it to those who need it.

She took out her phone and opened the notification from Jiang Yang inviting her to join the [Beautiful Girl Battle 4] group.

Join the group.

Take a look at the number of group members.

Why are there seven people in the "Pretty Girl Battle 4" group?
She edited the text: ["Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Ye. You've all had such a tough time. My heart aches for you."]
Zhao Jinmai chimed in: ["Who is this? Coming in in the middle of the night and acting all dejected, did Xiao Jiang bring him in? Kick him out. 1 if you agree."]
Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“1.”]
Tian Xiwei sent a message: [“1.”]
Zhang Ruonan sent a message: [“Isn’t that a bad idea? The boss invited them in.”]
Zhao Jinmai replied to Zhang Ruonan: [“Little Zhang, we have to kick one of them today. If not her, then you.”]
Zhang Ruonan sent a message: [“1.”]
Liu Haochun went diving.

In a panic, Zhou Ye sent a voice message: ["Don't kick me, I don't mean any harm, I'm just not good at talking."]
Zhao Jinmai replied to Zhou Ye: [“Are you Xiao Jiang’s newly signed artist?”]
Zhou Ye sent a message: [“No.”]
Zhao Jinmai typed: [“Then get lost, this is Xiao Jiang's company's internal group.”]
Zhou Ye sent Zhao Jinmai five exclusive red envelopes, each with a maximum value of 200 yuan.

Zhao Jinmai opened the red envelopes one by one.

Zhao Jinmai sent a message: ["So what if I'm not an artist signed by Xiao Jiang? I'm not signed to his company either, but I'm still here."]
Zhou Ye sent Yang Chaoyue five exclusive red envelopes.

Total: one thousand yuan.

Yang Chaoyue sent a message: [“Stop pretending, Zhou Ye, you're just Nazha's alt account!”] (End of this chapter)