Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 115 can be described as "academic misconduct in the world of seeking divine interventio

At around 9 a.m., the campus was bathed in the dim light of the streetlights, with swaying shadows of the trees, a completely different world from the daytime.

During the day, it's full of youthful energy and vitality, with students rushing to class everywhere. But at night... well, it's a different story. All sorts of alluring creatures seem to have made a pact to emerge from their dens.

That style, wow, it's even more exciting than the nightclubs in Sanlitun.

Shen Li was strolling back to her dormitory when a girl appeared at the fork in the road ahead. She was wearing a black tank top with so little fabric that it was practically like she wasn't wearing anything at all. The two thin straps barely dangled from her fair, rounded shoulders, looking like they might snap at any moment.

The neckline was so low it was outrageous, and a deep, magnificent cleavage trembled slightly under the dim streetlights, making people's eyes see stars.

She wore denim hot pants that were shockingly short, revealing two long, straight, snow-white legs that were incredibly alluring.

He was wearing flip-flops, his hair was wet, obviously he had just taken a shower and it was hanging loosely over his shoulders. He was carrying a small plastic basket containing shampoo and shower gel, so he had probably just come from a public bathhouse.

As I passed by Shen Li, a fragrant breeze wafted by. The scent was a blend of the floral and fruity fragrance of the shower gel and the minty coolness of the shampoo. It was sweet yet refreshing, like an ice-cold Arctic Ocean soda in the summer, invigorating and invigorating.

Shen Li's eyes involuntarily glanced at that cleavage, and she quickly recited to herself, "If the heart is pure, even if the sky collapses, one will not be alarmed."

Before he could even catch his breath, the sound of high heels clicking away came from behind him, the rhythm fast and crisp, like a tap on his heart.

Shen Li subconsciously turned around and saw, wow! A mature and sophisticated woman was catching up from behind.

She wore a burgundy satin slip dress, the fabric gleaming dimly under the streetlights, clinging tightly to her body and perfectly outlining her curvaceous figure.

Her waist was so slender it could be encircled with one hand, and when she walked, she swayed like a water snake, supple and boneless, graceful and charming. Her skirt was very short, barely covering her hips, and her two long legs, covered in thin black stockings, stepped out alternately, gleaming faintly under the light, as if coated with oil, smooth and shiny.

Shen Li's gaze lingered on her ankles, encased in black stockings, for a second before quickly averting it, mentally giving them a quick score:

Nine out of ten for looks, ten for figure, ten for aura… Overall rating: Femme Fatale. Tags: Nightclub Queen type, admire from afar but don't approach, or you might get crushed by her chopsticks-thin heels.

Take two more steps forward, past the entrance of the convenience store, and a girl wearing a large basketball vest is coming out, the collar slung across her shoulder, revealing half of her fair and rounded shoulder.

The vest was long, just covering her buttocks, creating a classic "no pants" look. She wore white sneakers, carried a bag of snacks, and had an ice pop dangling from her mouth as she walked.

She was so engrossed in sucking on the popsicle, her pink tongue licking back and forth on it, that Shen Li quickly looked away and silently recited the "core values" three times.

The girl seemed completely oblivious to the person beside her, humming an off-key song and swaggering past Shen Li with an air of nonchalance. The hem of her vest swayed gently with each step, sparking the imagination.

Shen Li took a deep breath. He finally understood. During the day, those girls were the "youthful and energetic version," but at night, they all switched to the "nightclub vixen version."

They were dressed more daringly than during the day, their makeup more alluring, their eyes more captivating, exuding an ambiguous aura of "no defenses tonight."

Another girl wearing tight yoga pants ran past Shen Li. Her waist-to-hip ratio and long legs were dazzlingly white under the streetlights.

Shen Li's eyes followed the figure for three meters as usual, then she suddenly caught a glimpse of a dark figure in the grove of trees by the roadside, crouching there furtively, like a giant mushroom that had come to life.

Shen Li paused, her eyes lighting up instantly. Holy crap? Crouching in the woods at night—what kind of shady business is this?

He tiptoed closer, took two steps, and, using the dim light of the streetlamp, took a closer look.

Good guy.

A boy was squatting in the grove, wearing a wrinkled shirt, his hair was so messy it looked like it had just been hit by firecrackers, and he wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses with fogged-up lenses.

He was bent over, holding a small shovel, digging a hole under the tree roots with a huff and puff. His movements and concentration were like an archaeologist digging for dinosaur fossils.

A crumpled newspaper lay on the ground beside them, with several items neatly stacked on it: a half-eaten apple, an opened bag of spicy strips, and a... photo?

Shen Li squinted and took a closer look, almost bursting out laughing...

It was a photo of the head of the academic affairs office downloaded and printed from the school's official website; the pixels were so blurry they looked like a mosaic. Shen Li stared in disbelief.

Is this guy setting up an altar in the woods late at night?

As he was wondering, the boy suddenly stopped what he was doing, took a deep breath, put his hands together, and muttered something towards the hole he had just dug. His voice was very low, but Shen Li, with his sharp ears, vaguely heard a few words.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits... Stanislavski... Brecht... and Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office... please, please bless me so I don't fail my performance theory class this semester..."

I've prepared offerings for each of you... Apples are for Stanislavski, spicy ones are for Brecht... Director Wang, please don't be picky, I've enlarged and printed your photo, I'll treat you to braised pork from the cafeteria later..."

Good heavens! Shen Li almost burst out laughing on the spot.

Acting theory classes? We can overlook Bystani and Brecht, after all, they are the founders of acting systems.

But what's the point of worshipping the director of the academic affairs office? What kind of academic ethics-level belief system is this?

This guy was clearly cramming for the exam at the last minute, but the way he did it was really bizarre... He tried to do both theory and practice, and he was begging both gods and leaders, which can be described as "academic misconduct in the world of praying to gods and Buddhas".

Shen Li suppressed her laughter and remained silent.

He found this much more interesting than confronting the pretentious guy earlier. He leaned quietly against the tree trunk, pretending to look at his phone, but actually keeping his ears open to watch the show.

After the boy finished worshiping the three deities, he started burying things in the pit. He carefully wrapped the photo of Director Wang in a plastic bag, put it in the pit, weighed it down with apples and spicy strips, and then began to fill the pit with soil.

While filling out the form, he kept muttering:

"Director Wang, I know you're in charge of academic affairs and you're strict about cracking down on skipping classes, but I really haven't skipped a single one of your classes this semester... except for the time I had diarrhea, that doesn't count..."

Stanislavski, don't fight with Brecht. I know your systems are different, but in my system, one is in charge of user experience and the other is in charge of performance; neither is dispensable…