Chapter 81: The Thorny Rose

In the evening, Mr. Chen appeared.

He said he would only take fifteen minutes, and he really did take only fifteen minutes; he had everyone do a reading comprehension question and collected it as soon as they were done.

"We'll go over this question in English class tomorrow."

He came like the wind and left like the wind, waving his sleeves without taking a single cloud with him.

To catch his bus, Lu Yan He left as soon as he finished the reading comprehension question.

Many students in the class cast envious looks his way.

After all, in this class, only Lu Yan He had the privilege of leaving whenever he wanted, and no teacher would say a word.

Lu Yan He put on his headphones and listened to a host talk about ancient Chinese history.

He listened for a full fifty minutes on his way back.

Lu Yan He felt that listening to the host talk about ancient history was quite good; at the very least, it had obvious benefits for him to understand and familiarize himself with every dynasty in ancient China, to become familiar with those distilled historical patterns, and to grasp various historical significances.

He had just arrived at the apartment and hadn't even entered the door when the audio suddenly cut off.

Zhou Ping'an had inexplicably called him.

"Brother Ping'an?" Lu Yan He answered the phone. "Are you looking for me?"

Zhou Ping'an asked, "When you recorded the show yesterday, did you not sing 'Dream-Chasing Youth'?"

His tone was one of holding him accountable.

"Yeah." Lu Yan He put down his keys and walked into the hallway. "I sang a song I wrote myself."

"Since when can you write songs?" Zhou Ping'an asked in surprise, and before Lu Yan He could answer, he continued, "Forget it, that's not the point. How could you change the performance program so casually? And you didn't even discuss it with me!"

This was what Zhou Ping'an minded.

Lu Yan He casually made up an excuse, saying, "I sang both songs during rehearsals, and the directing team told me to sing the one I wrote myself. I thought the directing team had already communicated with you. You're usually very busy, so I didn't want to disturb you."

Zhou Ping'an: "In the future, no matter what changes there are, you must tell me, understand? If this happens again, you must tell me."

"Okay."

Zhou Ping'an hung up the phone in annoyance.

Facing this call that came so suddenly and was hung up just as suddenly, Lu Yan He didn't know how to react.

He took out his keys, opened the door, and went in.

"Why are you back so late today?" Yan Liang asked.

"There was a small quiz during evening study, and I came back after finishing it." Lu Yan He yawned. "I have to sleep early today; I'm too sleepy."

Yan Liang asked, "Are you still livestreaming today?"

"Yeah, it's only eight-thirty; I'll sleep at eleven-thirty."

"Huh? Didn't you say you wanted to sleep early?"

"It's quite early; I used to sleep after twelve or one o'clock at night." Lu Yan He asked, "Where is Li Zhibai?"

"He went home."

"Are you guys busy lately?"

"It's alright. Anyway, at most one or two announcements a week. Usually, we're just practicing dancing and learning acting in the practice room," Yan Liang said. "I also have to start preparing for the art exams."

Lu Yan He asked, "Where are you planning to apply?"

"Of course, getting into the Beijing Academy of Arts is best. If I don't get in, I'll settle for second best and hope to get into the Nanjing Academy of the Arts or the Guangzhou Film Academy."

"These three are actually all quite good," Lu Yan He said, "and they are all very hard to get into."

"They are indeed all very good, but the Beijing Academy of Arts is still the leader, unlike the Zhenhua and Yuming schools, which have always been neck and neck," Yan Liang said. "Although Zhou Ping'an didn't say it explicitly, I can feel that if I don't get into the Beijing Academy of Arts, he definitely won't manage me anymore."

If Yan Liang had Li Zhibai's family background or Li Zhibai's popularity, he could well afford to say "don't manage me then," but he didn't have the confidence to stand up to Zhou Ping'an.

A small artist with nothing can only pin all their hopes on their agent.

Lu Yan He was also powerless regarding Yan Liang's situation.

To be precise, his situation was even worse than Yan Liang's; Zhou Ping'an had made it clear he wanted to drive him away, and he couldn't even solve his own problems.

"Keep it up," was all he could say to Yan Liang.

Yan Liang nodded. "You too."

The two looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

As soon as the livestream started, within ten minutes, quite a few people popped up.

Now many people followed this livestream room because they knew the host was a celebrity artist who was quite handsome and had opened a livestream in a bizarre way, studying every day.

"Why didn't the host stream yesterday?" some who didn't know the situation asked.

Lu Yan He didn't even need to explain; someone in the bullet comments would immediately tell them that the host went to record a show yesterday.

Lu Yan He was actually quite surprised; he didn't know how they knew his schedule.

Logically speaking, he didn't have an assistant now, no one to help him manage his schedule, and he wasn't famous enough to be watched or followed wherever he went.

Lu Yan He could only think that it was probably the audience who participated in the show recording yesterday who spread the word.

Just as Lu Yan He was about to mute the sound and lower his head to read as usual, a line of large text suddenly flashed across the screen: Miss Eating Dirt fed a Thorny Rose.

Lu Yan He was stunned.

He looked in surprise at the line of text flashing across the screen in front of him.

How much is a Thorny Rose?

He checked and found it was actually five hundred yuan each!

Which tycoon was so generous?

Lu Yan He's first reaction was: could it be Li Zhibai again?

But he had seen Li Zhibai's ID last time, and it wasn't this name, and Li Zhibai would definitely not choose such a name for himself.

Lu Yan He said in surprise, "Thank you, thank you."

He was very surprised; he hadn't expected it at all.

Lu Yan He was a bit at a loss.

Unexpectedly, just at this moment, "Miss Eating Dirt" sent another "Thorny Rose"!

The bullet comment section became much livelier, with people asking which great god this was.

Some were even asking: are there any more?

Lu Yan He hadn't expected that someone would actually give him gifts.

For some time now, he had a very clear understanding of his own livestream room: it was really not interesting and had nothing to watch.

He persisted now, firstly because he didn't want to give up halfway, and secondly because he had met fans like "Pretty Girl Lanlan" who squatted to watch his livestream, focusing on the companionship effect.

Because he had received two "Thorny Roses" without doing anything, Lu Yan He even felt a bit uneasy inside.

"Thank you, thank you," he could only repeat.

He muted the sound and lowered his head to start reading.

At the same time, Chen Siqi looked at Lu Yan He on the screen, who had already lowered his head to read, and fell into deep thought.

This "Miss Eating Dirt" sent two "Thorny Roses" in one go; she's generous. Who is she?

Of course, she couldn't find the answer to this question.

She immediately scoffed, looked at the handsome, clean face on the screen, and curled her lips.

It seems that even if he can't become famous, he still has ways to survive relying on this face.

Of course, she wouldn't admit that she was a little annoyed and a little jealous in her heart at this moment. ===== CHAPTER 82 =====