Chinese Entertainment: From 2009 to the Industry Downturn
Let’s not dwell on those marriages that turned out blissful—like Tang Tang’s, for instance. Although I’m fond of her as well, there are already enough people in the entertainment industry waiting for a helping hand. Living life anew, watching Yang Mi get misled by Zeng Jia, Chen Ling couldn’t help but offer a word of advice. What? These past couple of years, the Celestial Beauty has been so viciously maligned by Hua Yi? Never mind, let her play the heroine in my own story. Since I happened to cross paths with Sister Zhi Ling, she must be won over. As for Sweet Tian, such an innocent girl—how could I allow her to be deceived by others? If she’s to be fooled, it should be by me. In truth, of all these people, Bing Bing is the most regretful. Living a second lifetime, witnessing those who’ve withstood the test of time about to stray, Chen Ling always found himself unable to resist intervening.
Chinese Entertainment: From 2009 to the Industry Downturn
Mid-October, 2009. On the basketball courts of the Beijing Film Academy, a group of young men basked in the sunlight, sweat gleaming on their foreheads as they played with abandon.
“Chen Ling, pass! Oh, nice one!” The basketball traced a beautiful arc from the half-court logo, soaring across almost half the court before swishing cleanly through the net.
It was a lightning-fast crossover, shaking off the defender for a long-range three-pointer.
“Awesome!”
“Incredible, how many threes is that now?”
“It’s a shame you’re not going pro.”
Their classmates showered him with praise. Months into the new semester, they’d often played together and forged good camaraderie. So, whenever someone hit a great shot, admiration was never in short supply, even between students from different classes.
“If Curry hadn’t yet made his name, you’d all be calling me Curry the Sun God right now,” Chen Ling mused. “No, it should be Chen the Sun God.”
It had been almost a year since Chen Ling crossed into this world, and he’d more or less adapted to life here. After all, this was a path he’d already walked once in his previous life—though, to be fair, his university experience had already diverged from before. Instead of attending the university from his memories, he’d applied for the directing department at the Beijing Film Academy and had been accepted.
Indeed, Chen Ling was someone who’d been reborn, returning from his previous timeline to his senior year of high school.
In his former life, Chen Ling had been admitted to a university in
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