Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Zhao Lushi followed the sound to find the cat and found it in the grass.

I saw the orange cat lying on a slightly dry grass nest, with several grass stalks flattened by it around it.

It's very round, with its belly hanging down like a small cloth bag, swaying slightly when it walks.

The orange patches on its back looked like burnt caramel, while its chest and paws were milky white.

Upon noticing Zhao Lushi approaching, the woman's loud, raucous moans turned into soft meows.

It squinted at Zhao Lushi.

The tip of its tail swayed gently.

Next to it was half a sausage that had been eaten, leftovers from when the students fed it to the animal that afternoon; the wrapper still had its teeth marks on it.

Zhao Lushi lifted her skirt and slowly squatted down to avoid getting her feet wet with the morning dew.

I tentatively hovered my finger above the cat's head, and only when the cat didn't flinch did I let it fall and stroke it, from the top of its head down its back.

His furrowed brows relaxed.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly.

My mood has improved a lot.

"It turns out that petting cats can really relieve anxiety and is good for the heart."

Zhao Lushi clasped her hands together in front of the chubby orange cat and devoutly chanted, "Cat Gate."

Go back to dorms.

The next day.

Zhao Lushi woke up to a WeChat notification sound from her phone.

Lying on my dorm bed, I groggily opened my eyes.

Half of her face was still buried in the pillowcase with a cartoon cat print, and there were slight dried drool marks at the corners of her mouth.

The blankets were a complete mess.

Half of it hung over the edge of the bed, and the other half was rolled up and tucked between her legs.

He has terrible sleeping posture.

The dress I wore last night was hanging by the bed, with a few strands of orange cat hair stuck to the neckline.

Sniffed.

There's a strange smell in the dorm room, a mixture of leftover instant noodle soup, cheap perfume, and the lingering taste of my roommate's fried chicken from last night.

The stairwell echoed with the sounds of girls laughing and playing.

"Damn it! I'm going to be late again! This teacher is so difficult; last time I was late, he deducted my participation grade!"

"Serves you right, who told you to stay up almost all night watching 'Descendants of the Sun' last night."

"Song Zhongji is too handsome, I can't help it. Hey, can you share a bite of your breakfast with me?"

……

I glanced at the time on my phone.

Zhao Lushi exclaimed, "Holy crap, it's 10:20! He must be absent."

She studied fashion design, just like Ruonan.

According to the timetable, at this time, the class is an introduction to art, a course that helps students develop artistic appreciation and design thinking. The teacher must have already taken attendance.

Just finished.

Her roommate Zhang Zihan, sitting on the opposite bed, muttered impatiently in a Taiwanese accent, "What the hell is wrong with you, Ruth! Skipping class is fine, why are you making such a fuss? You're a college student, just enjoy a good morning of sleep!"

"That makes sense." Discovering that one of my roommates was skipping class with me made me feel much less guilty.

Zhang Zihan lay sprawled on the bed, her loose, curly hair cascading down, and asked, "By the way, Ruth, didn't you take leave to audition for a music video in Beiping? How did it go?"

"Don't even mention it! It makes me so angry! I got scammed!"

"Which company is so shameless as to scam college students out of their money?"

"Lemon Pictures, huh?"

Open the dormitory group chat.

My roommate, who was in class, sent me a message: ["Ruth, Zihan, the teacher is really serious this time. Skipping class again will result in failing."]
What does "cash out" mean?
After thinking about it, I realized it meant failing the course.

After living with these roommates for so long, there are still some local words from Taiwan that I can't understand.

There is one advantage, though.

Despite her temperament, she has never argued with her roommates once since college.

Even when her roommate was angry with her and yelled at her, she spoke in a very gentle way, making it difficult for Zhao Lushi to feel angry.

Zhao Lushi typed: ["Why didn't you wake me up when you went to class?!"]
I received a reply from my roommate Xia He: [“I called you, but you didn’t get back until 2 a.m. last night. You went crazy and went to feed the cat in the middle of the night, and you slept like a log this morning. I couldn’t wake you up at all.”]
There was still a message from her mother on her phone: "Ruth, Dad's asking you, do you have enough money?"
"That's enough." Zhao Lushi replied with two words.

Mom sent a message: ["Also, your dad mentioned you signing with a company. Have you thought it through? He recommended Galaxy Cool Entertainment, a small company that hasn't been established for long, suitable for you to practice."]
Zhao Lushi replied: ["Signing with a company isn't in a rush. I know a friend who also runs a talent agency. He's very talented, and I heard from his artists that he's also planning to open a production company. Anyway, I'll make time to go to Beiping again. Didn't Dad tell me to talk to Huang Lei about this?"]
After talking with my mom.

She discovered that Jiang Yang had replied to her message.

This was a reply from this morning: [“What do you need my help with?”]
Zhao Lushi typed: [“Go knock on Chaoyue’s door for me, then kiss him.”]
["What?"]
Jiang Yang sent another message: ["Even Zhao Jinmai isn't as nosy as you. What do you want? Tell me quickly."]
Zhao Lushi edited the text: ["Give Chaoyue a kiss. Last time Chaoyue talked to me about you, she wanted to kiss you, but you didn't agree. You even asked her if she wanted to kiss your testicles."]
I haven't received a reply from Jiang Yang.

Was my joke a little too much?

Will Jiang Yang really go and kiss Chao Yue?

"Definitely not," the thought subconsciously popped into Zhao Lushi's mind.

As Chao Yue had said, Jiang Yang seemed to have a kind of phobia of intimate relationships with the opposite sex. Not to mention kissing, he didn't even touch Chao Yue during the time they lived together.

They are very principled.

Very safe.

He belongs to the type who is completely averse to women.

Therefore, as an artist under Jiangyang Company, you don't have to worry about being sexually harassed by the boss.

Jiang Yang replied with an eight-second voice message: ["Arrived at the set, time to film. Today is Nazha's last scene in Hengdian, I have to cover for her. If Nazha doesn't perform well, we'll have to film all night again."]
Zhao Lushi listened to it several times.

In the background, you can hear a crew member from who-knows-where yelling: "Are the vendor's clothes really this tattered? Where's the costume? Bring the costume here! This vendor sells jade, but his clothes are so worn out he looks like a beggar. Is that fair? Hurry up, hurry up! And the ground, it's not wet here, we need to wet it."

You can also hear someone shouting through a loudspeaker: "People in Qianjing, come down! Assemble! Those who don't come will have their wages forfeited!"

Zhao Lushi listened carefully.

I listened to it once, and then listened to it again.

Listen to it again.

Hearing this, Zhang Zihan from the opposite bed said impatiently, "Ruth, are you dating a guy from mainland China? He sounds like he's from the mainland."

Whenever Zhao Lushi hears the word "齁" at the end of someone's sentence, she knows it's from Taiwan.

It is a colloquial interrogative word.

Once back on the mainland, I basically never hear that word anymore.

"No, I don't date at all, I'm not even getting married," Zhao Lushi replied.

"Aren't you tired of listening to a guy's voice so many times? His voice is nice, but you're not into voices."

"You don't know anything. This is my friend. He works on a film set and is currently filming." (End of Chapter)