After being dumped by the diva, I was picked up by her arch-enemy.

yard.

Jiang Yichen looked at Tan Yunxiao, but he didn't say anything more and just took out his phone from his pocket.

Open the bank's app.

I tapped the screen a few times quickly with my finger.

Confirm transfer.

drop.

Tan Yunxiao's old cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took out his phone and glanced at the screen.

His eyes widened instantly.

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands..."

Tan Yunxiao counted the zeros on the screen, his fingers trembling.

"Third son! Five hundred thousand!"

"Where did you get so much money!"

Tan Yunxiao suddenly raised his head, staring at Jiang Yichen with a shocked expression.

The other disciples gathered around and gasped when they saw the string of numbers.

Jiang Yichen put his phone back in his pocket.

"My two songs became popular online, and this is the revenue share that the platform paid in advance."

"The money is clean and honest, you can take it without worry."

Tan Yunxiao waved his hand repeatedly, trying to put his phone back in his pocket.

"No, no! I can't take this money!"

"You've worked hard out there, so keep this money for yourself to buy a house and get married!"

"I'll figure out a way to handle the theater troupe!"

Jiang Yichen grabbed Tan Yunxiao's arm.

"Senior Brother, listen to me."

"This money isn't for you; it's for our Qilin Opera Troupe."

Jiang Yichen pointed to the dilapidated courtyard wall and the peeling paint on the gate.

"Pay the rent first, and use the rest of the money to repair the yard."

"We need to get everyone some new training clothes, and we also need to improve their meals."

"We're going to take over our master's skills; we can't practice on an empty stomach every day, can we?"

Tan Yunxiao's eyes were red.

This 1.9-meter-tall man was so moved that he couldn't speak.

In the past few months, he has been begging and pleading everywhere for the livelihood of the opera troupe, and has suffered countless scornful looks.

Jiang Yichen immediately provided 500,000 yuan, solving their immediate crisis.

"Third brother, on behalf of Master and everyone else, thank you!"

Tan Yunxiao patted Jiang Yichen's shoulder heavily.

Jiang Yichen smiled.

"We're brothers, so let's not stand on ceremony."

"I'm going out to run some errands tomorrow. Do as I say and get everything you need."

.......

That night, Jiang Yichen stayed at the theater.

His room remains exactly as it was.

A single bed, an old desk, and a dusty erhu (a two-stringed bowed instrument) standing in the corner. Several yellowed opera photos are pasted on the window.

Jiang Yichen lay on the hard bed, staring blankly at the cracks in the ceiling.

The original owner's memories churned in his mind.

The beatings I received as a child, the hoarseness from practicing my voice in the early morning, and the sweetness of candied hawthorn stuck to my teeth from sneaking a bite.

This feeling is wonderful.

……

Early the next morning.

After washing up, Jiang Yichen went straight out.

Destination: Central Academy of Drama.

Now that I'm back, I should definitely visit my mentor, Gong Changge.

The Central Academy of Drama campus is filled with red bricks and green tiles, brimming with youthful energy.

Indeed, quite a few students recognized him along the way.

However, the students from the Central Academy of Drama had seen a lot in their lives, and at most they would wave from afar and shout "Jiang Shen is awesome!"

No one came up to ask for autographs or surrounded them.

Jiang Yichen walked along the tree-lined path toward the teachers' office building.

In late autumn, the wind in Beijing carries a chill.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps and shouts broke the tranquility of the campus.

"stop!"

"Stop thief!"

"Don't run!"

Jiang Yichen looked in the direction of the sound.

A boy wearing a black jacket and a baseball cap was clutching a leather bag tightly in his arms and running frantically in his direction.

About ten meters behind the boy, another boy wearing a loose T-shirt and with messy hair was chasing after him.

He chased after them while yelling at the top of his lungs.

Jiang Yichen frowned slightly.

When did the security at the Central Academy of Drama become so lax? How could a thief get in during broad daylight?

Just as the "thief" was about to rush past him.

Without hesitation, Jiang Yichen slightly turned his body to avoid the "thief's" head-on collision. Immediately afterward, his left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the other person's wrist.

Turn around smoothly and lightly trip the opponent's ankle with your right foot.

boom.

Before the boy in the black jacket could even react, he lost his balance and fell heavily onto the asphalt road.

Jiang Yichen didn't stop moving. He twisted the other person's arm behind their back and pressed his knee against the other person's back.

The movements were fluid, clean, and crisp.

"Holy crap!"

The boy in the black jacket, who was being pinned to the ground, screamed in agony.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Be gentle, bro! My arm's going to break!"

Jiang Yichen kept a cold face and didn't lessen the force in his hand.

At that moment, the messy-haired boy finally came running up, panting.

He braced himself on his knees, panting heavily.

Jiang Yichen looked up at him.

"Hey kid, check if anything's missing from your bag."

The boy with the messy hair raised his head, his face flushed red, and waved his hands frantically.

"It's a misunderstanding! Brother, it's a misunderstanding!"

He straightened up with difficulty and raised a miniature camera that had been hanging around his neck and hidden in his oversized T-shirt.

"We didn't lose anything, and there were no thieves! We were filming!"

Jiang Yichen was stunned.

He glanced down at the black jacket he was pinning down, which was now grimacing in pain.

Then I glanced at the camera in the hand of the boy with messy hair.

have to.

The flood washed away the Dragon King Temple.

Jiang Yichen quickly let go, stood up, and pulled the black jacket off the ground.

"Excuse me, I thought something really happened because you were shouting so realistically."

The man in the black jacket rubbed his shoulder, looking pained.

"Dude, your skills are amazing! I just ran into the frame and you took me down in a second."

The disheveled-haired boy quickly stepped forward and patted the man in the black jacket on the shoulder.

"Alright, alright, who told you to act so sleazy? You deserve to be pinned down."

After saying that, he turned to look at Jiang Yichen, just about to thank him.

His gaze fell on Jiang Yichen's face.

The messy-haired boy froze instantly, his mouth slightly open, and shouted excitedly.

"Holy crap! Jiang... Senior Jiang?!"

Jiang Yichen nodded.

"It's me. I'm so sorry for interrupting your filming earlier."

"Don't disturb me! Don't disturb me!"

Chicken-haired boy rubbed his hands together excitedly, his eyes shining as if he had seen some rare treasure.

"Senior Jiang, my name is Chen Hao, and I'm a senior majoring in directing!"

Chen Hao, ever the familiar type, leaned in, lowered his voice, and gave him an "I understand" look.

"Jiang Shen, did you go back to school today because you have some secret project to prepare?"

Jiang Yichen was a little confused by his abrupt change in thought.

"No, I just came back to visit my advisor."

"I understand!"

Chen Hao nodded repeatedly, "Keep it low-key! I'll absolutely keep it a secret!"

Jiang Yichen was speechless. What do you know that you think you know?

"Um, you guys keep filming, I'm leaving now."

Jiang Yichen didn't want to linger and started to leave.

"Wait! Jiang Shen, please stop!"

Chen Hao rushed forward and spread his arms to block Jiang Yichen.

"River God, it's fate that we met!"

"And look at that fall you just made, it directly caused an occupational injury to one of our actors."

"We won't ask you to reimburse us for the medical expenses. Could you add me on WeChat?"

The man in the black jacket next to him, rubbing his shoulder, looked completely bewildered.

Jiang Yichen found it somewhat amusing to look at the shameless junior in front of him.

"Why would I add you on WeChat? I have no plans to act."

"No, Jiang Shen!" Chen Hao quickly pulled out his phone and showed the QR code. "Not only can I direct movies, but I can also shoot music videos, edit, and do post-production!"

"You're so popular now, you'll definitely be releasing albums and making promotional videos in the future, right?"

"Outside teams are so expensive, and they might not even understand your artistic pursuits!"

Chen Hao patted his chest, practically swearing an oath to the heavens.

The film and television industry is too competitive these days; it's common for directing graduates to be unemployed.

He had no resources or background, and he finally met a real-life celebrity like Jiang Yichen. Only a fool wouldn't hold on tight!

Jiang Yichen looked at Chen Hao's eager expression.

One of the other person's remarks struck a chord with him.

Outside filming crews are indeed expensive!

I'm planning to film a transformation video, but I'm a complete novice when it comes to filming and editing.

My own funds are already insufficient, so asking for help would definitely cost me a lot of money.

On the contrary, Chen Hao, a senior majoring in directing, is a perfect match for his major.

And judging from his persistent and tenacious attitude, he's someone who's willing to go all out.

Maybe... it really will come in handy.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yichen took out his phone and scanned Chen Hao's QR code.