[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend":3,"chapter-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-54":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Only Know How to Ride the Trend!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2343535,4580,"Chapter 54","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-54",54,"\u003Cp>“A very long time ago...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I first walked into a movie theater and saw those interwoven lights and shadows, I was profoundly shaken!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turns out, the screen could be so huge...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turns out, sound could be so clear, so vividly layered, and the images so dazzling...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That day, I walked out of the movie theater...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That day, I couldn’t sleep all night...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cinema art was like a tiny seed, planted deep within my heart, and over time, nurtured by the years, it slowly sprouted...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the window, neon lights spilled over the wrinkles of a suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang’s deep gaze fixed on his reflection in the window glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhou Yang’s solemn voice, Li Yijie seemed to return to that old film theater of the celluloid era, watching a child stunned into silence by the giant screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I come from Jiangsu Province, from a remote village in a small county so obscure, you’d need a magnifying glass to find it on a map...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I was an excellent student, top of my class, but my family was poor—famously on welfare.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since childhood, I remembered one phrase: knowledge changes destiny...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not for that accident, I would’ve finished high school, pursued my childhood dream, worked hard to get into Yanying, and become a screenwriter, cinematographer, or director... Even if I hadn’t succeeded, I’d still have been in the film industry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But fate is so cruel...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother died in an accident; my father was diagnosed with cancer. The treatment drained every last penny we had—and still, it didn’t save him...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he recalled the past, Zhou Yang’s voice grew rough, as if something choked his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sorrowful atmosphere drifted through the vast room. Li Yijie listened, and without knowing why, a sharp ache rose in her chest—her eyes slowly reddened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted to say something, but found she could say nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang, after briefly introducing himself, withdrew his gaze and fixed his eyes tightly on the screenplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I had nothing, and once considered ending my life in the simplest way...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two months ago, I jumped into a raging river...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The choking sensation of drowning—I still remember it vividly...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought I was dead...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But no one expected that fate ultimately gave me a second life...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I washed ashore. I survived.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From then on, I swore I would live my life—once, truly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My pursuit and burning passion for cinema became a force—not only carrying me step by step to Yanjing, but pushing me to do everything I could.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In just a few months, I met many people. We shared the same dream and survived together in this unfamiliar city!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, because we were unprofessional, because we were poor, because we needed to eat—we ended up making a film the entire internet mocked: ‘Sun Wukong vs. Superman 2’...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“During that time, we were at rock bottom, facing endless ridicule and doubt—even treated as clowns...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But we never gave up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We kept pushing forward!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t see it as humiliation, or a shameful memory.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s the path I walked to get here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang’s gaze gradually hardened; deep within, a flame seemed to burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Li Yijie kept wiping her tears, wanting to speak, yet saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, as Zhou Yang recounted his story—especially these past months—images kept rising in her mind...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Figures who kept moving forward on their dreams, falling again and again, rising each time, covered in mud, yet never surrendering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she accidentally overheard those words...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiali trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she kept wiping her tears with napkins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Zhou Zong who once mooched meals and drinks... had such a painful past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang steadied his emotions, smiled, and looked at Li Yijie with extraordinary sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Li... As long as we persist, as long as we reflect, we can always improve step by step...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some people walk faster; others walk slower...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just like us—after finishing ‘Sun Wukong vs. Superman 2,’ we learned so much. I even compiled detailed cinematography notes...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhou Yang quietly pulled a notebook from his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the cover were nine characters: “Filming Notes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With tear-blurred eyes, Li Yijie opened the notebook...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【July 1: Our film began shooting. Today was rough—the prop team kept working, but everything still felt off...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【July 2: Finding the right camera angles is so hard. We held a meeting—couldn’t figure out how to shoot scenes that looked good...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【July 3: We solved many problems, but realized what we shot looked like crap. Everyone on set was fed up; some left early. We held another meeting and worked hard to identify the issues...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【...】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Page after page of filming notes filled half the notebook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at these daily entries, Li Yijie’s heart swelled with mixed emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You were really...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes!” Zhou Yang nodded, his gaze even more sincere: “So not attending a professional school isn’t a barrier. No degree doesn’t mean anything. Life is just falling, rising, correcting yourself—again and again—to walk better, more steadily...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Zhou Yang paused briefly, then placed the screenplay back on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Li, I can’t guarantee how this film will turn out—but I guarantee it will be better. I can’t guarantee how others will judge it—but I guarantee that if you have a dream, if you love cinema, if you’re willing to try, you’ll find countless joys and successes on this journey.” Zhou Yang stood, his eyes fixed on Li Yijie with utter sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yijie trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, she nodded: “I’ll give it a try. But I might not know anything—please be patient...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everyone who knew me before called me a sculptor—they said I had a gift for seeing the strengths in others and shaping them into perfect jade. You can be that way too, Miss Li.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then...” Li Yijie nodded eagerly: “Alright, Zhou Yang—I’ll invest in your film and act in it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You won’t regret it!” Zhou Yang nodded seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yang, I...” Li Yijie hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go on...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I hug you? I’ve been looking for you these past days...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Li, that’s not appropriate. I’m a filmmaker, not a commodity. I think it’s wrong...” Zhou Yang shook his head, his expression growing stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Yijie looked at him, eyes reddening, her beautiful face filled with earnestness: “I’ll ask my father to increase your investment by 500,000.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Li, I’m a man of principle. My principles keep me pure, keep me at a distance from many women in this complicated entertainment world. It’s not about the 500,000—though I do need it now, I believe I’ll earn it back through talent later. But when I think of your sincerity, your devotion to art, your pure and genuine pursuit of dreams... I know you must’ve spent great effort finding me online. So—come here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Yang, expression solemn, opened his arms, watching the girl with flushed cheeks embrace him, a smile on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>",1168,"2026-06-20T23:43:44.409Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8dc83700205fd98d05ffd66730d49239e141055a229fc0f90834ed3a7ea0850f","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-55","i-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-chapter-53",101,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-only-know-how-to-ride-the-trend-cover.jpg"]