Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

As Jiang Yang took the stage, the screams and applause gradually subsided.

The girl holding the "Lu Han Only Loves" light sign froze, then turned to her companion and asked, "Who is Jiang Yang?"

The fangirl next to him was crying while taking pictures: "My brother is finally going to have a masterpiece! Who cares whose it is! As long as it can help my brother!"

Jiang Yang came up on stage, stood next to Lu Han, and faced the fans below the stage. His tone was gentle but firm: "I know that many of you don't know me, but I want to say thank you."

A slight pause.

Jiang Yang scanned the entire room, trying to find out who the girl who had taken Guan Xiaotong's seat was.

Ever since he brought Guan Xiaotong backstage, she has followed him around whenever she has free time, because this way she can see Lu Han more often in a legitimate way.

Chat from time to time.

In front of the staff and other actors, Guan Xiaotong behaves politely and like a well-bred young lady. But in private, the girl who used to steal Guan Xiaotong's seat has done so more than once:

"That woman was spouting nonsense. If Lu Ge knew his fans were this rude, he'd probably be furious. I hate people like that the most. They act so arrogant just because they're fans, like they can boss people around just because they bought a ticket. Lu Ge is usually very polite to his staff, but his fans are acting like gangsters."

Backstage, Guan Xiaotong angrily brought up the matter again.

Chatting and chatting.

Suddenly deflated: "Forget it, I need your help even to see Lu Ge openly now. Pretending to be Lu Ge's fan, I can't even get a seat back, so what's the point of worrying about manners?"

I'd like to see which of Lu Han's fans could make the nation's sweetheart so angry.

But when Guan Xiaotong said that the girl who stole her seat was full of vulgarities.

Jiang Yang had a bad feeling.

Earlier in the car, I overheard Zhao Lushi calling Yang Chaoyue, saying that they had entered the inner area.

There were too many people at the scene.

Jiang Yang glanced over and couldn't even tell where the VIP seats were inside.

He continued, "It's not to thank you for applauding me today, but to thank you for standing firmly behind Brother Lu all these years."

The audience gradually quieted down, and the fans were stunned.

Lu Han had already moved to the other side of the stage.

Guan Xiaotong, unable to see Lu Han from her position, finally came to her senses and remembered what Jiang Yang had told her.

Help Jiang Yang check his Beijing Film Academy grades and send them to Zhou Ye.

There are too many people here.

The internet speed was incredibly slow; the exam results page only started showing up now.

Results of the second round of entrance examinations for the undergraduate acting program at Beiping Film Academy.

Candidate Name: Jiang Yang

Examination stage: Second test, professional retest.

The results are detailed below.

The performance of the dialogue received a score of 95.5, ranking first.

Physical presentation, 93.0 points, ranked first.

Vocal performance, 89.5 points, ranked second.

The impromptu skit received a score of 95.0, ranking first.

Overall score: 96.4 points, ranked first in the grade.

My gaze lingered on the row of students ranked first in their grade for several seconds.

"The person who stole my top spot in the grade, it was him!"

Guan Xiaotong looked up in a daze, staring at Jiang Yang on the stage.

Jiang Yang continued to warm up the crowd, chatting with Lu Han's fans about the topics they most wanted to hear:
“You know better than anyone else that he got to where he is today not just because of popularity.”

"It's the bruised knees from falling in the practice room, the suitcase deformed from being squeezed at the airport, and those moments when I was clearly exhausted but still smiled at you all."

Some fans started wiping away tears.

Jiang Yang continued, "This song is called 'Rose Boy,' and I think you are his roses."

"It is you who gave him the courage to bloom with thorns and to go against the wind."

Jiang Yang added with a smile:
"So don't accuse me of stealing your brother's microphone today. I'll just sing a couple of lines and then give your Lu Ge back to you right away."

There was laughter in the audience.

There were also some suppressed sobs mixed in.

As the music prelude begins.

The scene fell silent.

Zhao Lushi took off the fan light stick she was wearing, took out her phone, checked that Bluetooth was still connected, and started controlling it by pressing the screen.

He muttered to himself, "I thought Jiang Yang was a poor bastard who only cared about money, but I didn't expect him to be so eloquent. He even made some of Lu Han's fans cry."

Huang Lei glanced at Zhao Lushi and said, "You didn't even use any profanity in that sentence."

"Go to hell, swearing is uncivilized," Zhao Lushi said casually.

Huang Lei curled his lip, then suddenly saw Zhao Lushi tap her phone a few times, and the words "Lu Han is so handsome" on the light board changed to "Brother Jiang Yang." Huang Lei was shocked: "This thing can be changed? Aren't you a fan of Lu Han?"

"If we don't give Jiang Yang some face, I'll feel ashamed for Chao Yue."

Zhao Lushi held up Jiang Yang's light stick and shouted, "Brother Jiang Yang, damn it, Jiang Yang, I love you! Brother Jiang Yang, you fucking have to sing well! I've been a fan of yours since the stars and the sea, don't let me down, you damn it!!!"

In the quiet inner room, Zhao Lushi's voice was exceptionally loud.

Upon hearing the first four words, Jiang Yang smiled and turned his head to look.

They actually have their own fans?

I was just about to say hello.

Jiang Yang's lips twitched when he uttered the words "Ma Le Gobi".

Listen to the whole thing.

In short, four mothers.

Jiang Yang immediately abandoned the idea of ​​greeting the other party.

They're here to mess with him, aren't they?

I would never admit to having such low-class fans!
I saw Zhao Lushi.

Jiang Yang was afraid of making eye contact with Zhao Lushi, so he immediately looked away. Then he saw Huang Lei sitting next to Zhao Lushi, leaning to the side, frowning, trying to keep his distance from Zhao Lushi.

Guan Xiaotong leaned out from the backstage, staring at Zhao Lushi.

"It's her. She took my seat and now she's pretending to be Jiang Yang's fan." Guan Xiaotong thought to herself.

I want to say it, but I don't dare.

I can't let others know that I'm a fan of Lu Han, for fear of arousing suspicion, because I acted as if it were our first meeting with Lu Han, being very polite.

Suddenly, I was stunned.

Because I heard
The intro has finished playing.

Lu Han picked up the microphone and sang the first line of lyrics:
"Who put whose soul into whose body?"

"Whose body is whose?"

"To imprison oneself."

I've been practicing this song for the past two days.

Previously, Jiang Yang and I practiced together in the sound studio and developed a very good rapport.

But when he sang it live, Lu Han looked at the dense crowd of his fans below, all of them light sticks.

It was just a press conference to announce the start of filming for a movie or TV series.

It's far from reaching the number of concerts.

Yet, she still couldn't help but feel tears welling up in her eyes.

Images flashed before my eyes.

When I was eighteen, I practiced the same dance repeatedly in front of the mirror late at night in a South Korean practice room. My knees were bruised and purple. Because my expression wasn't good enough, the teacher punished me by making me practice until dawn.

I was sitting alone in a convenience store eating seaweed rice rolls when my phone screen lit up with a missed call from my mother. I didn't dare call back, afraid that I would burst into tears as soon as I opened my mouth.

In those years, I locked my happiness in the cage of a perfect idol.

She secretly collects cartoon versions of herself drawn by fans because the version of herself in the drawing looks more relaxed than the real her.

At her first autograph session after returning to China, she had to be helped away by security guards amidst the frenzied pushing and shoving of fans.

As I was getting on the bus, someone suddenly jumped out, shouting that he loved himself, then grabbed my collar and scratched my collarbone with his fingernails, drawing blood.

It became a trending topic.

The hashtag is: #LuHan, illegitimate child#
The person who got the most criticism in the comments wasn't that obsessive fan, but himself: "[Being a celebrity and still acting pretentious.]"

I really hate sasaeng fans.

Explaining things clearly is futile; people only believe what they want to believe.

So, when facing the media, I have to say that I understand the fans' enthusiasm.

Fans' love is like a tide; it can lift you up, or it can drown you.

“In chaotic times, there is never a shortage of whispers; what kind of beauty will arouse jealousy?”

As Lu Han sang this line, her gaze went straight to Jiang Yang, who was sitting on the left side of the stage.

She naturally took two steps toward Jiang Yang, maintaining her distance from the stage, and her gaze never left him.

It was both an exchange of glances between the two while singing a song together, and also an encouragement to Jiang Yang.

I specifically looked up information about Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang has never sung in public. If he were to say that he didn't sing well in front of his crazy fans, he might be subjected to insults.

Jiang Yang had no problem with his performance in the sound studio.

Lu Han was already sweating bullets for Jiang Yang when he arrived at the scene. (End of Chapter)