Rebirth of Chinese Entertainment, the Diary of a 95 Flower

Chapter 9 I'm going to die, teach me quickly, I can still learn
After half an hour.

Yang Chaoyue returned to Jiang Yang's rental house carrying two packed pork trotter rice dishes, his nose tip red from the cold, and inserted the key into the lock to open the door.

The cold air penetrated through the collar and was instantly wrapped by the warm current in the house. The air conditioner hanging on the ceiling of the living room was turned on, and the air conditioner outdoor unit on the balcony made a buzzing sound.

The iPad on the sofa was playing Li Longhao's recently popular single, "Li Bai".

Jiang Yang sat in front of the coffee table, holding the Montblanc pen he had used when interviewing her, writing something on an A4 paper, his body swaying rhythmically to the rhythm of the music.

"Brother Yang..." Unlike the surprise when he first arrived at the rental house with his luggage, Yang Chaoyue at this moment stood on the dustproof doormat and politely called Jiang Yang, feeling a little embarrassed and at a loss.

When Yang Chaoyue first came to this rental house, he dared to look Jiang Yang in the eye, but now he stared at the other's Adam's apple when he spoke.

When I get nervous, my hearing becomes inexplicably sharp.

One could faintly hear the creaking of the heating pipes and the rustling sound of Jiang Yang's pen rubbing against the paper.

Will Jiang Yang be angry because of her previous attempt to terminate the contract?
Will Jiang Yang touch her?
She didn’t know. She didn’t dare to think about it because she had never experienced this.

Yang Chaoyue was very wary of the strange man he had only known for one day.

Even though Jiang Yang is very handsome, he is as young as her.

But reality is not a novel. She would not be foolish enough to like Jiang Yang just because he is handsome. Instead, she would be more cautious.

She stood on the doormat, not daring to come in, like a stray cat that had strayed into someone else's house.

"Yang Chaoyue, close the door quickly. Don't let the heater run away. There's a new pair of cotton slippers in the shoe cabinet. They're a little big, so wear them."

"Oooo!"

Seeing that Jiang Yang let her in, Yang Chaoyue closed the door and changed into the larger cotton slippers that Jiang Yang had prepared for her.

She still instinctively felt a little uncomfortable.

For this job, she is willing to work hard to adapt.

"Have you thought it over carefully? Don't you want to terminate the contract?" Jiang Yang put down his pen.

"Yeah, I won't terminate the contract."

"If you don't terminate the contract, you will have to undergo training, which will be very difficult."

"I can endure hardship!"

Seeing that Jiang Yang didn't hold a grudge against her about what happened before, Yang Chaoyue felt relieved.

She paid for the pork trotter rice herself and was too embarrassed to ask Jiang Yang for it.

Yang Chaoyue took a small plastic stool from the corner and sat next to Jiang Yang, not forgetting to open a box of pork trotter rice and place it in front of Jiang Yang.

The marinade mixed with the spicy aroma of chili peppers fermented in the heater, and the burnt aroma of minced garlic stimulated by the hot oil seeped into every fold of the curtains.

She tore open the disposable chopsticks and ate the other portion.

I'm hungry.

Just as he was about to take a mouthful of rice, Jiang Yang suddenly took away the chopsticks in his hand: "Suffer first, then eat."

Jiang Yang placed the A4 paper he had just written horizontally in front of Yang Chaoyue, and turned off the music on the IPAD.

There are three words with velar nasal sounds written on it: a person's name, purity, and goshawk.

Each word is marked with pinyin.

Apparently, it’s time to start Mandarin training again.

The feedback from the previous training of Yang Chaoyue's flat and retroflex consonants helped Jiang Yang improve his Mandarin level.

He, who originally couldn't distinguish between front and back nasal sounds, can now read some simple two-character words.

If the number of words is more, it will be difficult to read it correctly.

By giving Yang Chaoyue special training in this area, Jiang Yang will naturally make faster progress in this area.

This is also the content that must be passed in the art exam one month later.

"I've taught you before that to be in a girl group, you must have a solid foundation in lines, and fluent Mandarin is very important. You should read it the same way I read it and keep up with my pronunciation rhythm." Jiang Yang said seriously.

"Yeah!" Yang Chaoyue nodded seriously.

Jiang Yang finished speaking, shoveled a mouthful of rice into his mouth, chewed it twice, and the stinging burning sensation of capsaicin shot from his taste buds to his ears, making Jiang Yang gasp for air. "Fuck, you're going to kill me with this spicy food!"

"Fuck, you're going to kill me with this spicy food!" Yang Chaoyue followed suit.

"How much chili did you put in the soup?" Jiang Yang stuck out his tongue and gasped.

Yang Chaoyue was amused: "How much chili did you put in the soup?"

"Go get me a glass of water, it has to be cold!" Jiang Yang urged.

"Go get me a glass of water, and make sure it's cold!" Yang Chaoyue learned it word for word.

Live-action ghost version.

Jiang Yang raised his hand and gently tapped Yang Chaoyue on the top of his head. "What the hell are you learning? It's so annoying! No one will pay you!"

Yang Chaoyue covered his head, immediately stood up, went to the water dispenser to get a cup and fill it with water for Jiang Yang.

"I really doubt that you want to eat these two servings of pork trotter rice by yourself. My lips are swollen from the spiciness. How much chili pepper was put in it? I, a person from Fog City, can't stand it." Jiang Yang kept exhaling, and even his blinking frequency was much faster than usual. He didn't have the calm and casual attitude he had before.

Yang Chaoyue took the water and laughed: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. I really didn't mean to do that."

"Are you Yancheng people good at eating spicy food?"

"No, I just can eat spicy food. It's a natural talent, I guess."

Jiang Yang gulped down a mouthful of ice water, his Adam's apple rolling rapidly as the water flowed through his burning esophagus, making a slight gurgling sound. He undoubtedly couldn't finish either of the two servings of pork trotter rice.

There are no other snacks in the house, so let's order takeout.

After a few small talk, Jiang Yang got down to business: "Be serious and read with me: names."

Yang Chaoyue said seriously: "The people."

"It's a name, not a citizen. Read it slowly. It's a name."

"People~"

Yang Chaoyue tried very hard to make a velar nasal sound, but to no avail.

It is normal that you cannot learn it in a short time. The best time for voice training is when children are just learning to speak. The later you learn, the harder it will be. Not everyone is as systematic as Jiang Yang.

Fortunately, as long as Yang Chaoyue is taught by Jiang Yang, he does not need to master Mandarin thoroughly. As long as he makes progress, Jiang Yang will receive a reward.

"When pronouncing ing, pronounce i first. The tip of the tongue presses against the back of the lower teeth, the surface of the tongue gradually reaches the hard palate, the root of the tongue retracts and presses against the soft palate, and the air flows out from the nasal cavity. That's it, a name." Jiang Yang tried his best to explain the pronunciation process to Yang Chaoyue clearly.

Yang Chaoyue imitated the vocalization technique taught by Jiang Yang and tried it again: "People... sip."

5 minute later.

"Name."

"Human Min."

"How come your tone is wrong too? It's the second tone!"

"The tongue is going to be tied in a bow."

A clumsy effort.

……

10 minute later.

"Name."

"Human-cat."

Yang Chaoyue read it out seriously, and then he laughed so hard that he fell on the coffee table.

Jiang Yang's blood pressure shot up.

Under Jiang Yang's serious gaze, he quickly sat down again and continued to complete the voice training.

……

15 minute later.

"Name."

"Still a citizen."

"Damn it! You even pronounced a velar nasal sound on your first word. That's considered progress."

It was like teaching Yang Chaoyue to play the language version of Find the Difference.

……

20 minute later.

The A4 paper with the training vocabulary written on it was curled up by the warm air from the air conditioner.

"Open your mouth wide, pull the root of your tongue back as much as possible, and feel the air flow passing through your nasal cavity... People." Jiang Yang coaxed patiently.

Yang Chaoyue followed Jiang Yang's instructions, opened his mouth wide, and studied very carefully, slowly pronouncing, "People... People! Did you read it correctly, Teacher Jiang?"

"That's right! That's right!" Jiang Yang said with a smile, "Very standard!"

"Teacher Jiang, I learned a word. Can I have a bite? I'm so hungry. I'm really hungry." Yang Chaoyue looked at the somewhat cold pork trotter rice on the coffee table and swallowed his saliva.

"Eat it."

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"You want me to die of spicy food? My takeaway is almost here."

Finally taught it.

Eh, that's not right.

Jiang Yang felt something was wrong.

Why didn't the system get any attribute tips from Yang Chaoyue? I clearly taught Yang Chaoyue how to read the word "people".

and many more.

people?

Yang Chaoyue was holding the chopsticks in his hand and was about to put a mouthful of rice into his mouth when the chopsticks were snatched away by Jiang Yang again.

The speed was as fast as a teacher confiscating a phone: "Eat a hammer, I'm dizzy from teaching you, and you asked me to learn people's names, with a back nasal sound, not the people!"

Yang Chaoyue was like a hamster caught stealing food, with his chopsticks hanging in the air, his eyes moving as the chopsticks were taken away, and a small gurgling sound coming from his throat.

She stared at her lunch box like a kindergarten kid whose snacks had been confiscated: "Is there a difference between these two words?"

"The difference is that if you don't learn it, you can't eat tonight."

"I'm going to die! Teach me quickly! I can still learn!"

(End of this chapter)