Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

I chatted with Zhao Jinmai for a few minutes.

Jiang Yang commented under her WeChat Moments post: [MaiMai is awesome!]
Tian Xiwei followed up: [MaiMai is awesome, keep the formation downstairs]
Zhang Ruonan followed with a comment: [MaiMai is awesome.]
The next day.

Jiang Yang got up early to wash up, took out his phone, and wanted to notify the girls all at once that the actors filming "Fighter of the Destiny" should gather in the lobby on the first floor.

The opening ceremony began at 10:00 AM.

He took out his phone and found that Yang Chaoyue hadn't added him to the [Beautiful Girl Battle 4] group yet.

It seems the beating I gave them the day before yesterday wasn't harsh enough.

A new group chat has been created, named [Company Contracted Artists Internal Group].

Send invitations to all the artists you have signed.

He pushed open the door and went to Yang Chaoyue's room on the same floor, knocking on the door: "Yang Chaozhong".

I called it several times.

Then Yang Chaoyue mumbled a groggy reply: "Coming, coming."

Suddenly I heard the sound of the door behind me opening.

Then came Tian Xiwei's Chongqing accent: "Jiang Yang, why are you disturbing Chao Yue's sleep? Come in!"

First, I smelled a faint scent of sweat.

Jiang Yang looked back.

I saw that Tian Xiwei was wearing a tight white training uniform, with the sleeves covering half of her hands and the collar crooked, revealing her collarbone.

She wore white yoga pants on her lower body.

The socks were white ballet stockings.

Since landing in Beiping the day before yesterday, Tian Xiwei has been dressed almost the same way, as she spends most of her time practicing the dance for the opening ceremony of "Fighter of the Destiny".

Her high ponytail had come loose, and stray hairs were stuck to the back of her neck with sweat.

There are pressure marks from the headphone wire on the right side of her neck, which looks like it was caused by wearing headphones while dancing.

"Have you been practicing dance until now, Xiwei?" Jiang Yang asked.

"Yeah, I went to the dance studio at three o'clock and just got back... Hey, hurry up and come to my room."

"What are you doing?"

"Give me a hug, cheer me up."

They couldn't pull Jiang Yang away.

Tian Xi tiptoed, put one arm around Jiang Yang's neck, and pulled him into the room: "I'll count to three!"

Just as the door closed, Yang Chaoyue's room opened.

She was wearing pajamas and leaned out to look around for a while: "Hmm, that's strange."

Back in my room, I lay down on the bed, intending to sleep a little longer.

In a little while, we'll all be heading to the Xingying Film and Television Base on Gaobeidian North Road in Chaoyang District.

It's very close to the airport.

It's right next to the Communication University of China.

There is a large-scale film studio specifically for period dramas.

Currently, many fantasy dramas hold their opening ceremonies at this film and television base.

Media reporters from Tencent and Sina will be there, and there will be even more people. In front of the cameras, you have to maintain your composure at all times, so you can't even sleep if you want to.

Yang Chaoyue rolled over, opened Jiang Yang's WeChat, and sleepily typed: ["Brother Yang, did you knock on my door?"]
Jiang Yang replied: ["No, you can sleep. I'll wake you up at seven."]
Jiang Yang glanced at Tian Xiwei using his phone to reply to Yang Chaoyue, reminding her, "Seven o'clock won't be enough, there will be traffic on the road, it will be six-thirty."

Tian Xiwei sent Yang Chaoyue another message: ["There will be traffic at 7 o'clock, I'll call you at 6:30."]
I received an OK gesture from Yang Chaoyue.

"Jiang Yang, Yang Chaoyue is going to flick you on the head, but I won't. I want to be a lady."

She took out her phone, about to call Jiang Yang.

There is one unread message.

It was a message from my younger sister last night: ["Sister, will I really be able to see you on TV today?"]
She linked arms with Jiang Yang.

They held each other tightly.

Jiang Yang looked down and could see the fine beads of sweat on Tian Xiwei's neck, and could smell a faint odor of sweat.

The front of the tight-fitting leotard was soaked with sweat, outlining its curves.

Tian Xiwei typed a reply: [“I don’t know if I’ll be able to see it. It’s on Beiping TV, the opening ceremony of ‘Fighter of the Destiny.’ The girl I’ll dance with is called Sister Haochun. You should tell your parents to watch it together.”]
The message is sent.

Tian Xiwei placed her own phone on top of Jiang Yang's phone, wrapped her arms around Jiang Yang's neck, and rested her forehead on Jiang Yang's shoulder: "Jiang Yang, if I mess up my jump today, will you feel like I'm embarrassing you?"

"Then should I have Chaoyue jump with you?"

"No, Chaoyue really cries."

Jiang Yang took out two tissues and wiped the sweat from Tian Xiwei's neck: "Don't think too much. You and Hao Chun have been practicing very well these past two days. I've been watching." He suddenly picked Tian Xiwei up by the waist, which startled her. Tian Xiwei gasped and curled her toes, hugging Jiang Yang's neck.

"You should get some sleep too. I'll wake you up at 6:30."

Jiang Yang put Tian Xiwei on the bed and tried to get up, but found that Tian Xiwei wouldn't let go: "Jiang Yang, don't you mind that I'm sweaty?"

"You don't mind?"

"Then lie down with me for a while."

Jiang Yang remained silent.

Tian Xiwei pounded her legs on the bed: "One! Two!"

"Okay, okay, I give up."

I just lay down.

Tian Xi buried her cheek in Jiang Yang's shoulder:
"Jiang Yang, do you know that I received your message in the group a few days ago, asking us to gather in Beiping to attend the press conference for the TV series 'Fighter of the Destiny'? That's when I told my parents that I had signed with a company and received a film and television drama offer."

I had been trying to keep it a secret because they wouldn't understand these things, and I was afraid they would worry about me.

But I couldn't resist; I really wanted them to see me on TV. Don't you think I'm being vain?

Jiang Yang laughed and said, "How could I be more vain? I've been driving my old man's Mercedes S-Class ever since I stole it."

Tian Xi slightly bent one leg and placed it on Jiang Yang's lap, her palm pressed against Jiang Yang's chest.

She continued, "The night before I came, my dad looked at the contract over and over again, and finally asked me, 'Daughter, is the penalty for breach of contract written on this really true?'"

My mom sewed me amulets overnight, saying she saw on a gossip account that all the big stars wore them, even though I haven't even played a proper role yet.

Tian Xiwei suddenly buried her face even deeper into Jiang Yang's neck, her breath hot:

“My sister secretly put her saved New Year’s money in my suitcase. When she saw me off, she told me that if the crew bullied me and no one from out of town helped me, I should take a taxi back.”

Jiang Yang listened silently.

Can feel it.

Xiwei's parents are very worried about her.

Chatted for a few words.

Tian Xi tightened her knees and murmured, "I must work hard so that they will only worry about how tired I am, not how I have been wronged."

Her fingers gripped Jiang Yang's collar tightly: "I want them to be able to proudly say, 'Look, that's my daughter,' instead of secretly investigating the entertainment industry's unspoken rules, when they see me on TV in the future."

"I want to be famous enough to put their minds at ease."

The last few words almost melted away with each breath.

Done.

Tian Xi closed her eyes and moved closer to Jiang Yang's neck.

"What are you doing?"

“You haven’t been back to school for days, and I haven’t kissed you in so many days. The hickey I gave you at the school gate last time is all gone.”

The words fell.

Jiang Yang took a deep breath.

I felt a tightness in my neck.

It's the same spot again.

This time, there was not only Tian Xiwei's saliva, but also damp sweat.

"Jiang Yang, it's so good to have you. I will work hard to become your proudest artist. Hug me."

As the sheets were pressed into wrinkles, Jiang Yang rested his chin on the top of Tian Xiwei's head and said softly, "You don't need to be my proudest artist."

"You just need to continue being Tian Xiwei, the one who planted strawberries for me at the school gate, and that's enough."

"Really?" Tian Xi whispered in Jiang Yang's ear.

"real."

Jiang Yang tightened his arms around her, pressing his palm against her slightly sweaty back: "Also, you look even more beautiful when you're all sweaty than on stage."

He hugged Tian Xiwei tighter in his arms.
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