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

Jiang Lai doesn't have hyperthymesia, nor does he have a personal system. He's forgotten most of the content of the skit, but the line that stuck with him the most was:

Exploiting socialism.

Fortunately, he had teammates. Liu Ye also happened to be from Northeast China. After he explained the plot concept, he received unanimous agreement from the other two.

The three of them got together to work on the script, and gradually they were able to recall some of the passages.

Although it's not quite the same as the original, the overall structure is still clear.

With the script finalized, the three of them took it to Teacher Chang Li. After the "Big Boss" reviewed it, he nodded, and the script was approved.

The three of them jumped up and down excitedly.

The next step is to deal with the costumes, makeup, and props.

Since this is a formal performance for the final assessment, it's no longer possible to just wear shorts and perform like before.

The props are simple, the plot is driven by conversation, and all that's needed is a sofa, which a theater can easily provide.

The costumes were quite complicated. Baiyun and Heitu were meant to represent farmers, but the costumes provided by the courtyard were not very suitable.

The three of them went to the secondhand market and, on Liu Ye's advice, found a black old Zhongshan suit, a gray coarse cloth jacket, and Burmese-style trousers.

As for Liu Ye's costume for playing Xiao Cui, Jiang Lai simply went home and asked his father for an old suit. Although it was a bit tight, it was still a suitable fit for Liu Ye's large frame.

Finally, there was the makeup. Zhang Ziyi searched all the departments and found a third-year student from the stage design department who had interned on a film set and knew how to do old-age makeup.

When the senior student heard that she could help with the makeup for the performance, she readily agreed, but insisted that they pay for the makeup materials themselves. Jiang Lai waved his hand and said, "Use the best!"

After finishing these tasks, the three began their intensive rehearsals.

They scrutinized the lines, the expressions, the details—basically, they scrutinized everything.

To better portray the character, Jiang Lai even took Zhang Ziyi to the countryside to observe the lives of the elderly, but Liu Ye dismissed them with a single sentence.

"In our area, everyone sleeps on a heated brick bed."

But it wasn't without its gains; at least they were much more confident in portraying the details of an old man's demeanor.

By the end of May, the old locust trees in Dongmianhua Hutong had already sprouted buds and might even bloom earlier.

Around 9 p.m., Jiang Lai dragged his tired body out of the school gate, greeted the gatekeeper, Uncle Qin, and turned to get into his car.

After a day of classes and a night of rehearsals, I was utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally.

In fact, the entire Class of '96 was under such high pressure, tormented to the point of near ecstasy.

Jiang Lai didn't know how others felt, but he was certainly enjoying himself.

Back home, Jiang Lai plopped down on the sofa.

"You're back? Have you had dinner yet?"

Jiang's father took a sip of tea, his eyes glued to the television, not even turning his head.

"Ah, I just grabbed a bite at school."

Jiang Lai answered listlessly, sitting up straight. He had assumed his father was watching some TV drama, but it turned out to be the evening international news.

"You're still watching this, Dad?"

"What are you saying?"

Jiang's father glared at him and spoke with utter disdain:

"A businessman needs to have a global perspective. What do you know, you little brat?"

Jiang Lai curled his lip.

"The following is a news report from Thailand. Recently, due to international hedge funds shorting the Thai baht, the Bank of Thailand, along with the central banks of Singapore and Malaysia, intervened in the market to defend the baht. The Thai side stated..."

Upon hearing this news, Jiang Lai immediately thought of something.

Asian financial crisis!

The storm started in Thailand and quickly swept across the entire Southeast Asia region.

Although our motherland was not greatly affected.

but......

This year is the year of reunification.

"Dad! Keep a close eye on Thailand. The Thai baht will definitely fall in a month. You know better than me what to do. Also, you must tell Mom about this so we can prepare early because of the handover."

Jiang's father stared at his son in shock. His serious expression even made him wonder if his son had been replaced. It took him a long time to react.

"Your mother and I are divorced, what's the point of talking to her anymore? I'm not talking to her!"

Seeing Jiang's father's guilty look, Jiang Lai chuckled softly.

"Dad, I know what's going on between you two, so don't pretend in front of me."

After saying that, Jiang Lai stood up and went back to his room to rest.

"Hey! This brat!"

Jiang's father chuckled and cursed, then his face slowly darkened. After a moment, he called out:

"Old Li!"

Butler Lao Li strolled out leisurely. His resting place was in a guest room not far from the main hall, where he could hear any movement from the main hall at any time.

"Did you hear what my son just said?"

"Yes, sir, I heard you."

Old Li answered respectfully.

Jiang's father stroked his chin, his eyes gradually sharpening.

"Take some people and analyze what will happen after the Thai baht falls. We'll also follow these financial robbers and get a share of the profits."

Jiang's father already had a think tank, and there had been speculations when there were early signs of trouble. However, the Chinese always plan carefully before acting, and this was just an earlier-than-expected event.

"Also, get this information to the child's mother immediately. The return to the family is crucial and cannot be allowed to fail!"

"Yes, sir."

A storm is quietly brewing; the brief moment of peace is merely the calm before the storm.

The students in Class 96 were playing and fooling around before class. The recent high-intensity rehearsals had been very tiring, and class had become a time for them to catch their breath.

The Demon King, with a dark face and a palpable sense of oppression, stepped into the rehearsal room, instantly lowering the atmosphere to freezing point.

Seeing this, Jiang Lai instantly understood that a storm was brewing.

"Still playing around? Huh?! Do you know that the school leaders have come to my office! Come on! See what they have to say to me."

"Because of the poor academic atmosphere in Class 96, they voluntarily suspended their performance classes for rectification. Well, you've really made me, Chang Li, infamous in the entire college. You've completely disgraced me!"

"You guys are really something! Skipping morning practice, skipping classes, dating, sleeping in class—you're all really something else! Do you have to issue a school-wide announcement to satisfy you?!"

"Acting classes are suspended starting today! You still want me to coach you on rehearsals? Forget it!"

After yelling, Teacher Chang Li turned and left.

The chicks were left scattered on the ground, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Niu Qingfeng's expression was complicated. As the class monitor, he felt even more distressed. He stood up and walked forward.

"Classmates, let's behave ourselves these next few days. Once Teacher Changli calms down, we'll buy her a gift and apologize to her."

As everyone knows, three students were expelled last semester. I hope everyone can persevere and work harder! Don't slack off! Next semester, I hope we can all be together again, with no one missing.

I'm here to thank everyone!

After saying this, Niu Qingfeng bowed deeply and remained so for a long time.

Jiang Lai suddenly realized that this person was actually quite nice.

Perhaps moved, or perhaps out of fear of expulsion, the students of Class 96 began to attend morning classes, other classes, and rehearsals diligently.

Everyone has a pent-up energy inside, just waiting for it to burst forth at some point.

Even Jiang Lai got excited.

A week later, the students came to the teacher's office together with gifts. The gifts were not expensive; they were just fruit and flowers.

In front of all the teachers, the entire Class 96 bowed deeply to the "Big Boss".

"Teacher! We were wrong, please forgive us."

Jiang Lai mingled in the crowd and suddenly had a sudden urge to steal a glance at the Great Demon King, who was holding flowers and looking moved.

After all the students stood up straight, he secretly glanced around and saw that everyone's little faces were solemn.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of a famous scene from a movie.

The guy in the movie was quite the villain, and he said to his henchmen in a hoarse voice:

One will be a million bones.

But it doesn't seem quite right here. Jiang Lai thought about it and thought this sentence might be better.

They turn into spring mud to better protect the flowers.

After today, classes and final exams will return to normal.

The little flowers are finally about to face their final assessment at the end of the semester.