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

A coffee shop.

Yingjie looked around and sat down. "Why did we choose such a shabby place?"

Jiang Lai was on the verge of tears; when he went out, his fitness coach only allowed him to drink coffee.

Lou Ye and Jia Kezhang also sat down.

Yingjie pointed at the two of them and said with dissatisfaction, "These two came to you and insisted that I accompany them, saying they were embarrassed. I just don't understand, how come everyone you know is the same as you, always causing me trouble?"

Lou Ye and Jia Kezhang were embarrassed and dared not speak. They had experienced this young lady's temper firsthand, and pretending to be mute was the best course of action at this moment.

Jiang Lai quickly pushed the coffee over, "Calm down, Sister Ying."

Yingjie said with a half-smile, "Tell me, what's going on with Fan Bingbing? Have you taken a liking to her? Why are you so kind as to take on work for yourself?"

"No, no!" Jiang Lai quickly waved his hand. "I just felt sorry for that little girl, I didn't have any other intentions."

Yingjie pursed her lips, "I've already found a lawyer. That contract was signed when she was a minor, so it's not a big problem. It'll just be a long dragging on, and in the end, she'll still have to pay some money. We'll talk about the specifics after the verdict."

After saying that, Sister Ying took a sip of coffee and said, "Alright, you guys go ahead and say what you want to say."

Jiang Lai nodded, then turned to Lou Ye and Jia Kezhang, "What do you want from me?"

The two men exchanged a glance, and Jia Kezhang cleared his throat, saying, "I heard that someone higher up told us to keep a low profile?"

Lou Ye quickly added, "I heard someone's trying to sow discord between us?"

Jiang Lai was taken aback. He had heard about it from both Third Master and the other two. Where did they get this news from?

"Yes, that's right, there is such a thing."

Jia Kezhang hesitated for a moment and said, "I will be making a film this year. I can find the funding. Mr. Jiang, you don't need to get involved, so as to avoid getting involved."

"Nonsense!" Jiang Lai frowned. "If I were worried about this, I would have told you two already. It's fine, just say you don't have enough money."

"But..."

"Stop!" Jiang Lai waved his hand. "Stop talking nonsense, just find Sister Ying when the time comes."

Yingjie, who was standing to the side, snorted and rolled her eyes.

"What's up, Lou? Are you starting a new show too?" Jiang Lai looked at Lou Ye.

Lou Ye stared at the coffee in front of him, calmly saying, "I do have a film project, but the script still needs polishing. There's no rush; it'll probably take two years. I think..."

He glanced at Jia Kezhang and said, "I'm thinking of filming within the system."

Jia Kezhang patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry about me overthinking it. You're different from me. If you can get ashore, then get ashore."

The two were overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

"Alright, is everything alright? I'm going back to sleep, I'm exhausted every day." Jiang Lai got up and walked out.

Lou Ye and Jia Kezhang quickly got up to see them off.

When they heard the news, they were already prepared to part ways with Jiang Lai, for fear of implicating him. Now it seems that Jiang Lai still supports them, but they still don't want to put Jiang Lai in a difficult position.

Yingjie saw through their thoughts and said directly, "Don't worry, Jiang said he's not afraid, and he's not afraid. You two come closer to listen."

Sister Ying whispered something to them for a while, then took her leave.

Lou Ye and Jia Kezhang looked at each other, their hearts filled with mixed feelings. It seemed like they had latched onto a real big shot!

"Hello, you two, could you please settle your coffee bill?"

Seeing that two of the four people had run away, the waiter hurriedly came over, worried that no one would pay the bill.

The two were stunned. Was that thigh really that rough?

......

People are often unaware of the depth of their perception of time; when they perceive it, it seems to pass quickly, and when they perceive it, it seems to pass slowly. Before they know it, time has slipped away.

The heat of early summer was already present at the end of April, but fortunately the racecourse was still relatively cool.

For Jiang Lai, riding a horse was as simple as playing chess; a simple handshake was enough for them to understand each other and gallop forward.

"Whoa—"

Jiang Lai let out a long sigh, and before the horse had come to a complete stop, he jumped down, stepping on the stirrups and bracing himself with his hands.

He smugly tossed his hair back. "How about it, Old Sha? Pretty cool now, huh?"

"Easily leads to death from a fall."

"..."

Jiang Lai assumed it was just jealousy, and excitedly asked, "Old Sha, do you know any cool ways to mount a horse?"

Shatu narrowed his eyes, intending to give this guy a shock. He'd only just learned to ride a horse and already thought he was something special. He held up four fingers.

"I'll demonstrate four types for you. How much you can learn depends on your ability. Watch carefully, the first one."

Shatu walked to the side of the horse, grabbed the saddle handle, swung his right leg forward and then swung it back sharply. At the same time, he pushed off the ground with his left foot, and his right leg drew an arc in the air as he sat steadily on the horse's back.

"This is like mounting a horse with a quick kick."

After saying that, Shatu jumped down, took two steps back, ran up, jumped, pressed his left hand on the saddle, and leaped sideways into the air, landing directly on the horse's back.

"This is called a vault."

"Wow! That's amazing!" Jiang Lai clapped enthusiastically.

Shatu forced a smile, "Okay! One more for you!"

He jumped down, grabbed the saddle ring with only one hand, bent his legs to use the momentum, pulled hard with his hand, tightened his core instantly, and flipped himself onto the horse.

Jiang Lai was shocked. Was this even a human being capable of doing?

(This isn't made up; I really saw it online. Zhang Yishan's backflip onto a horse requires two hands.)

"I'll study this! I'll study this!"

Jiang Lai was so excited that he shouted, "This is so damn cool!"

"Okay, try it yourself. The key is to tighten your core strength and arm strength at that moment."

Shatu gave a brief reminder, then dismounted and stood aside with his arms crossed, looking like he was watching a show.

Little brat, you want to jump straight to the hardest one?

He could already picture Jiang Lai making a fool of himself by not being able to get on the horse, yelling at the coach to teach him, and he couldn't help but chuckle.

"Hey!"

Jiang Lai imitated Sha Tu's movements, flipping himself over and mounting the horse.

Success on the first try! Jiang Lai was completely stunned on horseback.

However, the most bewildered was Shatu, whose smile froze. He had to admit he was jealous; this talent was simply incredible.

It turned out to be purely coincidental. Jiang Lai never succeeded again after that, but once you start, you'll try again. You just need to practice more.

But Shatu breathed a sigh of relief; at least it wasn't so infuriating.

After the equestrian training ended, Jiang Lai and Zhang Ziyi switched courses. By this time, the martial arts instructor had arrived, so Jiang Lai practiced riding first, and Zhang Ziyi practiced martial arts. Then the two switched again. In the afternoon, it was the same as before: Jiang Lai worked out, and Zhang Ziyi practiced various things.

The martial arts instructor that Li An found was Yuan Heping, a very famous figure who needs no introduction, while the martial arts instructor for the crew was Zhang Jin from Yuan's martial arts troupe.

Most people know Zhang Jin as an actor, but before becoming an actor, he was a national martial arts champion, so he has real skills.

"Good morning, Brother Jin." Jiang Lai walked into the training room.

"AUV, it's getting late, it's already 10 o'clock."

"Okay, your Beijing accent is really authentic."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Jiang Lai and Zhang Jin exchanged a few words, and Zhang Jin tossed a sword to Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai blinked, raised his sword, and said, "I am the knife, Brother Jin."

"Oh right, it's all split open." Zhang Jin handed Jiang Lai a willow-leaf knife instead.

"You seem to learn languages ​​from all over the world."

Zhang Jin smiled, picked up a knife as well, and instantly switched to a strict teacher's demeanor.

"Today we'll practice the basics: chopping, slashing, pointing, and striking. Luo Xiaohu is a bandit leader, so your strikes need to be ruthless, but your wrists need to be steady! Follow my movements."

Zhang Jin held the knife, his feet rotating with the blade. When he slashed down, his center of gravity lowered, and he used his waist and hips to generate power. You could hear the sound of the blade cutting through the air.

Jiang Lai diligently followed the movements, learning each move with utmost seriousness. Sometimes he slashed quickly, sometimes he slowly raised his blade, already oblivious to the depth of his skill.