Huayu: Reborn in 97, transferring to the Central Academy of Drama's star-studded class

People stopped strolling around the playground, and young couples stopped kissing. They all pretended to be busy, but their little eyes were excitedly fixed on the three people.

Tear! Tear! Tear it all up!

The love of watching a spectacle is ingrained in human genes, especially among young people like these.

A social experiment was once conducted where people stood still on the street and looked up at the sky. Many people joined them, even though they couldn't see anything.

People will join in on even the most trivial things, let alone this impending feud.

Who is the original wife? Who is the mistress? And who is going to beat whom up?

I'm getting a little excited just thinking about it!

Unfortunately, Jiang Lai's actions disappointed everyone.

After he shouted that he disagreed, he didn't even glance at Gao Feng, and went up to grab Zhang Ziyi and drag him out.

Gao Feng froze, and just as he was about to chase after them, he was blocked by Liu Ye, Dang Hao, and Qin Hao who rushed out.

Liu Ye: "Oh dear, it's so dark today, I can't even see the road."

Qin Hao: "That's right, that's right."

Dang Hao: "If you can't see the road, you have to do stretching exercises. Come on, open your arms with me."

Qin Hao: "That's right, that's right."

Gao Feng stared speechlessly at the three people blocking his way; they were blatantly lying.

Ignoring the three of them, he angrily shouted, "Damn it! Who the hell are you! Let go of Ziyi!"

Jiang Lai stopped and slowly turned around, his eyes fixed on Gao Feng, filled with indifference.

Gao Feng was momentarily startled by that look.

"Remember, my name is Jiang Lai!"

After giving his name, Jiang Lai turned around and continued to drag Zhang Ziyi away.

Zhang Ziyi was pulled painfully, but he did not break free and followed silently.

After the two left, no one knew where they went or what happened to them. All that was known was that Gao Feng never came back.

For Liu Ye, the good news was that the trio could rehearse normally again. However, Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi were no longer as close as before, and were just like ordinary classmates.

Liu Ye couldn't do anything about it. He knew better than to meddle too much in other people's private affairs.

Although September marks the beginning of autumn, the most dreaded period is still the "autumn tiger" heat wave, with scorching temperatures and significant temperature differences between day and night.

After class at noon, Jiang Lai and the boys ate lunch and went to the dormitory together to escape the summer heat.

Boys at this age are full of energy; they play cards, play ball, read novels, but they never take a nap.

Because it was too hot at noon, the boys gathered in the dormitory to play cards. Liu Ye, Niu Qingfeng, and Dang Hao played Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game), while the others watched.

"Three fives plus Zhang Liu, hey Lao Tian, ​​turn the air conditioning down a bit."

After Niu Qingfeng played his card, he said to Tian Zheng, who then picked up the remote control and simply turned it to 16 degrees.

Liu Ye looked back and forth between the cards in his hand and the cards on the table, his eyes revealing a shrewdness and a calculating look.

"No way! The school is really great, they even installed air conditioning for us, so we don't have to worry about the heat anymore."

Jiang Lai glanced silently at the buzzing air conditioner, which his family had sponsored for the school, and which was installed in classrooms, offices, and rehearsal rooms.

He even had the school's power grid upgraded for this purpose, so it wouldn't be usable until after the summer vacation, but he didn't tell his classmates about it.

"Get to the bottom of this! Three sevens and a ten, I'm telling you, Jiang'er, what's going on between you and Ziyi?"

Dang Hao couldn't resist his gossipy nature, and everyone else quietly pricked up their ears as well.

"We're doing fine, we're doing great." Jiang Lai didn't want to say anything more.

This was clearly not what anyone wanted to hear, but no one pressed for further details.

Niu Qingfeng rubbed his chin, carefully considering how to play his card, while Liu Ye urged impatiently, "Hurry up and play your card, what are you dawdling for?"

"What's the rush! Three eights with hooks."

"Pass!"

"Pass!"

"Seven, eight, nine, ten, hook, circle, Kai, tip, hehe, I'm leaving!"

Liu Ye and Dang Hao were stunned. They never expected that he would disarm the bomb and leave behind a pair of planes, taking away the game in one fell swoop with eight cards.

Chen Minghao, who was watching the game with his arms crossed, got anxious and yelled at Liu Ye, "Do you even know how to play? Go bomb him! What are you doing holding onto those four threes?"

Liu Ye slammed the cards on the table, enraged, "You, you, you, you... you know how to play! You try!"

"I'll do it, get out of the way."

Liu Ye stood up to make room for Chen Minghao, while Dang Hao scratched his head in frustration and said, "I still have a king to play, Lao Niu, you're even playing psychological warfare."

Niu Qingfeng was laughing so hard his wrinkles were showing. He had a bad hand as the landlord, and he didn't have the two jokers in his hand. He took a gamble, and he actually won. He felt so good.

Liu Ye sat down on the bed sullenly, then suddenly remembered something and asked Jiang Lai, "By the way, Jiang'er, when is that movie you're filming going to be released? We'll all go and support you then."

Qin Hao, who was lying down reading, sat up and asked, "Yeah, Jiang'er, I was just about to ask, what's Ge You like? He was absolutely amazing in the movie 'To Live'."

"He's easy to get along with, very easygoing." Jiang Lai didn't say much more, but instead took out his phone, "When will it be released? Let me ask."

The number was dialed and the call was connected.

"Hey? Director Feng, when will our movie be released?"

The voice on the other end of the phone replied, "Hey, Xiao Jiang, don't worry, it'll be done soon. We just finished filming, it'll probably be another two months."

Jiang Lai nodded and said, "Okay, I'll bring my classmates to book the whole theater and contribute to your box office."

"Alright, I'll get back to work now."

Meanwhile, a girls' tea party was taking place in the girls' dormitory.

"Hesitation will only lead to trouble. You should cut ties with Gao Feng as soon as possible!"

Qin Hailu sat there with an air of authority, like a big sister.

"That's right, think about how you met three years ago. How old were you then? How old was he? He didn't look like a good person at all," Hu Jing chimed in.

Zhang Ziyi sat cross-legged on the bed, head down, without saying a word.

Hu Jing blinked, surprised, and said, "You're not really not done with it, are you? What about Jiang Lai? If you don't want him, I'll take his place."

"Hey, stop!" Zhang Ziyi exclaimed, pulling the pillow over to her chest in frustration. "It's broken, it's broken, it's been broken for a long time."

When the group of girlfriends saw this, they were all relieved. One said, "Don't," and the other said, "It's over," indicating that there was still a chance for Ya and Jiang.

Zeng Lai walked over with a smile, put his arm around Hu Jing, and teased, "What's wrong? You're not going to leave your Tian Zheng anymore?"

Hu Jing rolled her eyes, knowing full well that she was bluffing the girl, but she still went along with it: "Him? He eats with his mouth smacking and smells like sweat. You can have him if you want."

Zeng Lai wrinkled his nose and tickled Hu Jing's ticklish spot. The two of them wrestled and their bodies were exposed in a moment of passion.

"Alright, stop fooling around. We still need to get this straight with Ziyi. Ziyi, tell me, what exactly is going on between you and Jiang Lai?"

Qin Hailu subdued the two who were fighting in no time.

Zhang Ziyi buried her head in the pillow, her voice muffled: "Ugh, I don't want to talk about it."

At this moment, Yuan Quan, who had been eavesdropping silently, peeked out from the upper bunk and said, "You can't ask that, Ziyi. Just tell me whether you like Jiang Lai or not."

The group of girlfriends all looked over. Zhang Ziyi peeked out from under the pillow. She couldn't help but recall that quiet night in the hallway and the firm words, "I believe in you."

"I like it, I like it very much."

Her eyes were full of tenderness.