Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

"Jiang Yang, I feel like the air in this escape room is chilly and stuffy. Don't you think so? I feel so insecure as soon as I put on the blindfold. The staff led me in first, and I was lying on this bed alone for those few minutes. I felt so unsafe..."

Mencius had just finished speaking when he got to this point.

Jiang Yang suddenly interrupted him: "I am not Jiang Yang."

Jiang Yang's voice was so hoarse it sounded like a ghost was choking him.

Hear the words.

Meng Ziyi shuddered: "Jiang Yang, stop messing around."

While speaking.

She sat up and looked at Jiang Yang lying next to her.

In the already dimly lit room, all that could be seen of Jiang Yang was a face with fangs covered in black spots, an empty eyeball, and rotting flesh.

With a hiss and a howl, it suddenly sat up in front of Meng Ziyi.

"Oh my god!" Meng Ziyi was so frightened that she almost rolled off the bed.

Then Jiang Yang's laughter was heard: "Sister Meng, hahaha, this is fun! Escape rooms are really fun, I love playing them."

Meng Ziyi brushed aside the disheveled hair in front of his eyes and looked up.

Only then did they notice Jiang Yang taking off his mask: "That's going too far, Jiang Yang! In escape rooms, it's always the men protecting the women, not you!"

"I just found the mask by the bed. It might be related to the clues. Hey... Sister Meng, don't look at me like that. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You did it on purpose!"

"Holy crap, are you a sore loser?"

Mencius stepped onto the bed.

He kicked off her flat shoes, and seeing that Jiang Yang was about to get up, he stepped on Jiang Yang's chest.

Jiang Yang's head slammed against the bed board with a thud.

This woman is really fierce; she acted without hesitation.

No, it should be moving your legs.

Jiang Yang didn't have time to cry out in pain.

He pressed the intercom and shouted, "I'm not playing anymore."

Just as he was about to speak, Meng Ziyi kicked the walkie-talkie away.

I couldn't say anything more.

Because Meng Ziyi stepped on her mouth, she glared at him fiercely and mumbled, "You're doing this to me, aren't you?"

"Oh, sorry..." Meng Ziyi withdrew her foot.

"I won't play anymore!"

"Fine……"

Meng Ziyi picked up the walkie-talkie that she had kicked to the head of the bed, without saying anything more.

Keep your head down.

Some dared not meet Jiang Yang's gaze.

I'm so ashamed of myself for being so stupid. I foolishly shoved my foot into someone's mouth and went too far.

No wonder Jiang Yang was angry.

If it were me, I would be even angrier.

She pressed the call button on the walkie-talkie and heard Jiang Yang, who was lying on the bed, spit out, "Sister Meng, your feet really stink! You should soak your feet in some foot powder more often; it's available at pharmacies."

Hear the words.

Mencius paused, taken aback.

I didn't use the walkie-talkie to tell the staff that I was leaving.

With her head stiff, she turned to look at Jiang Yang: "My feet don't smell! I wash my feet every day!"

"Even a dog would vomit if it smelled it."

That was Yang Mi, not me!

"Meng, you stinky feet!"

Meng Ziyi's face turned fierce: "Jiang Yang, let me tell you, you can say I have big breasts, that I have a good figure, that I'm pretty, but you absolutely cannot say I have smelly feet."

Jiang Yang was taken aback.

I almost got caught up in Meng Ziyi's thought process.

"Meng Stinky Feet! I only had one humiliation before, which was having my face licked by a dog from Chaoyue's hometown. Now I have a second humiliation, which is having my mouth shoved with your stinky feet. Ugh, this taste, ptooey..."

He said it on purpose, just to spite Meng Ziyi.

One week ago, she was calling him "Teacher Jiang" all the time, and the next week she was shoving her feet into his mouth. If things continue like this, who knows what other random things she'll shove into his mouth?

If Bailu found out, she'd gossip like crazy.

Jiang Yang sat up and spat a few times, and Meng Ziyi straddled him.

He shoved Jiang Yang hard in the chest.

Bang.

Jiang Yang felt the back of his head hit the bed again. He hissed, rubbed the back of his head, and cursed Zhao Lushi's words: "Damn it, I'm definitely swollen..."

Suddenly everything went dark.

Meng Ziyi took off her baseball jacket and covered Jiang Yang's face with it.

He pressed his whole body against hers.

He lifted a corner of his baseball jersey, his cheek brushing against hers, and leaned close to his neck: "Trying to scare me by pretending to be a ghost, huh? I'm a ghost now, a vampire."

Done.

In the darkness, he raised his hand and pressed it against Jiang Yang's face, then followed his neck and groped for Jiang Yang's shoulder before biting down on him.

Leaves teeth marks.

After biting, don't let go; rub it with your teeth bit by bit.

Jiang Yang gasped in pain.

He didn't push Meng Ziyi away, deliberately not dodging, and even slightly turned his shoulder to make it easier for her to bite: "Okay, okay, stop messing around, there are surveillance cameras."

Do my feet smell?

"That was a joke. Seriously, your feet really do stink."

"Jiang Yang, your mouth is really foul!!!"

"I……"

Jiang Yang had just opened his mouth.

The words he was about to say were cut off.

Meng Ziyi's lips pressed against his.

Jiang Yang was taken aback. He noticed that Meng Ziyi's body trembled and then stiffened. He then realized that she had done it unintentionally.

The room was already dimly lit.

Their heads were covered by their baseball uniforms, so they couldn't see anything.

However, Jiang Yang did it on purpose.

Jiang Yang's eyes darkened.

Desire was aroused.

He raised one hand and pressed it against the back of Meng Ziyi's head, while his other hand wrapped around Meng Ziyi's waist.

Meng Ziyi's eyes widened, slowly closed, then suddenly opened again, struggling to push Jiang Yang away: "Don't do this, Bai Lu is right, you really are a lecher, have you slept with Chao Yue many times?"

Jiang Yang did not answer.

He grabbed Meng Ziyi's hair and pressed her head down.

Their lips touched briefly.

At first, Meng Ziyi made a few token struggles.

The force is very light.

Her lips trembled as she murmured softly, "Jiang Yang... you're so skilled, did you learn it from Chao Yue...?"

It wasn't developed through training and leaps.

He hasn't even kissed Chaoyue yet.

It was purely through training with Ruonan and Nazha.

Just the attributes of kissing skills alone have been exploited countless times.

Mencius's body gradually relaxed.

Her fingers went from pushing Jiang Yang to grabbing his collar, and her breathing became heavy.

When they finally parted, she lay on her side next to Jiang Yang, her chest heaving noticeably, her breathing unsteady, and her eyes darting around.

Even if the room is dimly lit.

She didn't dare to look Jiang Yang in the eye.

Feeling guilty.

There was also the lingering feeling: "You're so good at this."

"Sister Meng, how long has it been since you last did it?"

"Um... ah?"

Meng Ziyi's mind went blank, then his ears turned red instantly, and he was stunned for a moment.

It has been a long time indeed.

Because I've been heartbroken for a long time.

She hurriedly straightened her hair, trying to hide her nervousness: "What did you say? I didn't hear you."

"I said, should we go back to the hotel? There are security cameras here."

"Jiang Yang, you don't act like a high school student at all."

Back to the hotel.

The blackout curtains were drawn, and the room became darker. Only a few slivers of light peeked through the gaps in the curtains.

Meng Ziyi locked the door from the inside, his fingers still gripping the doorknob, not letting go immediately.

There was an internal struggle.

I'm conflicted.

She knew what entering Jiang Yang's room meant.

All are adults.

Along the way, she kept making excuses for herself, saying that if she got closer to Jiang Yang, he would teach her acting better.

There are reasons for this.

More often than not, it's the desires we're unwilling to admit that are at play.

Jiang Yang didn't turn on the lights, leaving the room in darkness.

Noticing Jiang Yang approaching, Meng Ziyi lowered her head slightly and placed her hand against Jiang Yang's chest: "Jiang Yang, we agreed on the way that we would only enter each other's bodies, not their lives. I won't be as foolish as Chao Yue to sign with your company, and I certainly won't terminate my contract with my company for you."

Let's not talk about feelings, just the pros and cons.

The tacit understanding of adults.

This isn't my first time; I've had a deep relationship before.

I have been hurt.

Therefore, I dare not enter into a new relationship.

I once had high hopes for love, and my passion burned brightly. But once trust is broken, it's hard to mend; the cracks are full of disappointment.

I knew the ending would be regrettable.

It's better not to start at all.

Be more easygoing and only talk about the pros and cons.

I wouldn't say I particularly like Jiang Yang, but he gives me hope for the future, and that's what I truly like about him.

to be honest.

The person she likes is herself.

That way, I can live up to my mother's expectations of spending a million yuan to enroll me in an art exam training program.

I heard from Bai Lu that Jiangyang Company also has a contract with Zhou Ye, who is from the same hometown as Jiangyang.

Zhou Ye suddenly switched to being an art student in his senior year of high school.

So is she.

He was only a year earlier than Zhou Ye.

Unlike Tian Xiwei and Liu Haochun, they were nurtured from a young age.

Fortunately, her family was well-off, and her parents supported her decision. In that year, the amount of money she spent on her art exam preparation was well over a million.

Her mother told her the number one million, not wanting her to overthink it.

We can't let this money in our household become a sunk cost.

Make every penny count as the confidence to stand in the spotlight.

I also hope that in the future, when my father chats with his business partners, he can casually say, "My daughter has been outstanding since she was a child, and she has never given me any trouble."

Instead of awkwardly changing the subject.

I aspire to be a true senior in the eyes of my juniors at the Beijing Film Academy, rather than a pretty face who relies on her looks.

She was fed up with the label of "school beauty".

She wanted to prove with her abilities that she deserved the title of "Sister Meng".

She wanted to be the one who stood at the top, someone who would never be easily replaced again.

And... I want to become someone who won't be so desperate for love anymore.

I once naively believed that love was everything, and I did give my all for the person I liked and for everything I liked, until I was hurt beyond repair.

Now they only believe in self-interest.

I've learned to measure feelings by self-interest.

She only believed that Jiang Yang could make her famous.

In the adult world, talking about love is too extravagant; discussing pros and cons is the only real way to go.

So I'd rather push everyone away and tell myself... I don't need love, I just need success.

In short.

That romantic mindset I had before is now in the past.

Now all that's needed is for Sister Meng to succeed.

That failed relationship wasn't superfluous; at least it taught me how to love myself, even if that love seemed cold and realistic, something I once despised.

With her clever mind, she was sure she could charm Jiang Yang, that high school student.

Fearing he hadn't made things clear, Meng Ziyi swallowed hard, took out ten red bills from his bag, and placed them on the shoe cabinet next to him: "This is the price for one night. Let's make it clear first, this is a transaction, not a shady deal."

"It's like soliciting prostitution."

"That's still me paying for your services!"

"Who do you think you are, Sister Meng? You don't take me seriously at all."

Jiang Yang glanced at the thousand yuan on the shoe cabinet: "Add at least another five hundred!"

This 500 should be attributed to Chaoyue.

Later, I'll find an opportunity to let Chaoyue embezzle the money so she can buy more good shoes for the children at the elementary school in her hometown.

Seeing that Meng Ziyi had taken out another five hundred yuan.

Jiang Yang felt much more at ease.

Suddenly remembering something, he took out his phone and texted Bailu: "Where are you?"
Bai Lu replied: [“Mingqing Palace, Zhong Shujia was worried you'd go to the ‘God of War Zhao Zilong’ set again, so he arranged another special role for me. This time it's an assassin role, with wire work. I promised Old Man Zhong you wouldn't go to the ‘God of War Zhao Zilong’ set these next few days, so don't let me break my promise.”]
Jiang Yang hasn't been to the "God of War Zhao Zilong" area these past two days.

There's no reason to go.

I was only familiar with two actors in that group.

One is Gulnazar.

However, Gulnazar's scenes in "God of War Zhao Yun" were completed last year.

When Nazha was filming "Fighter of the Destiny" this year, she would occasionally visit the set of "God of War Zhao Zilong".

Jiang Yang was chatting with Nazha last night.

Nazha said that the press conference for the Han Shu advertisement she filmed in Beiping has ended, and she will be going back to Urumqi, Xinjiang in a while.

The other one is Mencius's opinion.

Meng Ziyi has no scenes to film these past two days; he's taken everyone to his room.

Jiang Yang replied: [“Send me your location.”]
The message was sent.

Jiangyang withdrew.

Re-edit the following line: ["Enable location sharing."]
Bai Lu turned on location sharing and confirmed that she was indeed in the Mingqing Palace, not outside his room. Jiang Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

Once bitten, twice shy.

One must be wary of thieves within one's own household.

"Jiang Yang, why do you really need to know the location of Bai Lu?" Meng Ziyi asked.

"Leave her alone."

Jiang Yang put away his phone and gently touched Meng Ziyi's hand with his finger.

Separate quickly.

She then reached out and smoothed Meng Ziyi's hair.

He touched Meng Ziyi's earlobe.

Meng Ziyi looked at Jiang Yang, her gaze slowly sliding from his eyes to his lips.

She felt Jiang Yang gently put his arm around her waist.

Meng Ziyi closed his eyes slightly.

Sensing Jiang Yang's approach, her breathing became heavier.

The room was very quiet.

Jiang Yang could even hear Meng Ziyi's heartbeat.

next second.

A thud.

It was the sound of Meng Ziyi's phone receiving a message.

He pulled out his phone and saw a message from Bailu: [“Ziyi, don’t get too close to my boss. He’s a real lecher; he’ll take advantage of you.”]
Meng Ziyi edited two words: ["Okay."]
The message is sent.

Jiang Yang snatched her phone.

Jiang Yang pressed the voice button and sent a voice message to Bai Lu: ["Focus on your filming, concentrate. You're going to be suspended by wires later, so watch where you land and don't disturb Sister Meng."]
Finished.

Lock screen.

Put Meng Ziyi's phone on the shoe cabinet.

He put his arm around Meng Ziyi's waist again, and Meng Ziyi slowly raised her head and leaned forward.

The battlefield was moved to the bed.

Cover yourself with quilt.

Their breathing gradually became heavy.

Meng Ziyi's fingers dug into Jiang Yang's shoulder.

Jiang Yang's kiss slid from the corner of her lips to behind her ear, and her breathing became erratic instantly.

The blanket slipped halfway down, revealing intertwined fingers, before being quickly pulled back into the darkness.

The phone screen lit up for a moment again, but no one looked at it.

Meng Ziyi bit her lower lip, but a nasal sound escaped her lips. She immediately turned her face away in embarrassment and annoyance, her fingers gripping the bedsheet tightly: "Jiang Yang, do you think we'll become famous after filming this movie?" (End of Chapter)