blueteamnovel Chapter 22 Who can withstand this?
Chapter 22 Who can withstand this?
"What's with the sour grapes? That's work, I'm there to earn money!"
Shen Li, with righteous indignation, pulled out the five hundred yuan and slammed it on the table. "See that? The fruits of our labor!"
Yang Yi leaned closer, his face full of envy: "Five hundred yuan! Shen Li, you're really amazing. By the way, what's her 'method school' approach? Is she fierce?"
Shen Li: "..."
What could he say? That someone was "exchanging performance tips" with him by putting their feet under the table?
"Ominous, extremely ominous... oh, especially ominous!" Shen Li mumbled, "Anyway, acting alongside such a senior actor is incredibly stressful, but also very rewarding."
Dai Xiao poked his head out from the top bunk and pushed up his glasses: "According to psychology, overly immersed 'method actors' sometimes blur the boundaries between the character and themselves, resulting in transference or countertransference. Shen Li, be careful not to get 'transferred'."
Shen Li: "..."
Brother Xiao, is your mouth a cursed mouth that's been blessed?
However, to be fair, Hao Yan is indeed enigmatic. She's devastatingly beautiful, possesses superb acting skills, and can charm with ease. The key is, you simply can't tell which of her words are genuine, which are false, which glances are acting, and which actions are natural.
This kind of woman is the most dangerous.
Shen Li silently added some labels to Hao Yan in her mind: "The little fox fairy of Beijing Film Academy, a legend among seniors, explosive acting skills, and alluring without being overtly seductive. Definitely a 'high-risk target,' requiring high vigilance; do not be fooled by appearances. But... if there are future opportunities for collaboration, and the price is right, it's not out of the question..."
After all, you can't afford to mess with money, no matter who else you're dealing with.
However, the Beijing Film Academy truly lives up to its reputation as a "concentration camp of beauties" and a "spider cave of demons," with all sorts of little and big demons emerging one after another.
The next morning, Shen Li was woken up by the alarm clock he had set, the ringtone of which he had specially changed... a voice announcement that one million yuan had been deposited into his Alipay account.
Hearing that sound, he sat up with a start, more effective than any coffee or Red Bull.
"Li'er, isn't your alarm clock so outdated?"
Jingyang poked his messy hair out from the top bunk, his eyes barely open, and started complaining, "Vulgar! Materialistic! We artists need to have passion!"
"Can nostalgia put food on the table?"
Shen Li quickly got out of bed, putting on her clothes while retorting.
"I understand your sentimentality, it's like pouring imported volcanic mud masks down the toilet, right? The smell yesterday...that's some serious nostalgia!"
Jing Yang's face fell: "...Can you please not bring this up again?"
Yang Yi shouted from the bathroom, "Jingyang! You've squeezed toothpaste all over the mirror again!"
Dai Xiao's voice drifted out from behind the bed curtains: "Based on the analysis of the toothpaste residue trail, the spray angle was approximately 45 degrees, indicating that the user was in a semi-sleepwalking state at the time."
"That's enough!" Jing Yang wailed.
Shen Li laughed and kicked his bed, saying, "Hurry up! I have a vocal lesson today. I heard the teacher is really strict, and he doesn't hesitate to deduct points for being late."
Upon hearing the word "deduction," Shen Li immediately became nervous.
It's not that he loves studying that much, but GPA is linked to scholarships! And scholarships are a lot of hard-earned money!
Fifteen minutes later, they stormed into the vocal music classroom.
Along the way, Shen Li's eyes couldn't take it all in.
On a pleasant morning in late September, the Beijing Film Academy campus was a riot of color, with flowers blooming in all their splendor.
There were girls who had just finished their morning run wearing sports bras and tight shorts. The sweat had soaked the fabric until it was almost transparent, clinging to their bodies. Their curvaceous figures were faintly visible, rising and falling with their steps, making people's blood boil and their hearts race.
Some were wearing dance costumes and rushing to the practice room. Their figures were so graceful and supple, with slender waists that could be encircled by one hand, long and straight legs, and a rhythmic gait. Their ponytails swayed back and forth, exuding youthful energy.
There was another woman wearing an oversized shirt and playing the "no pants" game, her legs long, white, and straight, dazzling in the morning light. The shirt collar was wide open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a patch of snow-white skin, and the faintly visible cleavage was even more alluring.
Jing Yang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he muttered to himself, "Those legs, nine out of ten... that waist, ten out of ten... holy crap, those breasts..."
"Young Master Jing, can't you be a little more righteous?" Shen Li said righteously. "We're here to learn art, to feel beauty with our hearts, not with our eyes... Holy crap, that butt!"
Yang Yi followed their gaze and his face flushed red. He quickly looked down at the road.
Dai Xiao pushed up his glasses, his face expressionless: "According to my statistics, the average number of girls passing by from the dormitory building to the vocal music classroom is 47, of which about 32.6% have a body shape score of 8 or above."
"...Brother Xiao, are you here to study or to do data research?" Shen Li was speechless.
When we arrived at the vocal music classroom, wow, there were already quite a few people sitting inside.
Shen Li glanced at it and exclaimed, "Wow!"
Xiao Zhao sat by the window, wearing a beige knitted camisole dress. The thin straps hung on her round, fair shoulders, and the neckline was just right, revealing her delicate collarbone and a patch of snow-white skin.
The dress was made of light and soft fabric that clung tightly to the body, clearly outlining the full curves of the chest, the slender waist, and the rounded hips.
The skirt hem reached above the knee, revealing a pair of straight, slender legs placed sideways together, and strappy sandals on her feet, highlighting her delicate and graceful ankles.
She was looking down at the sheet music, her profile soft and beautiful. Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing her in a golden glow. The scene was, wow, a perfect example of the harmonious blend of innocence and sexiness.
Jiang Li sat next to Xiao Zhao, still sporting her usual sporty look. A black, tight-fitting short-sleeved top perfectly showcased the curves of her upper body, sculpted through years of dance training.
Straight shoulders, defined collarbones, and a full, perky chest—not exaggeratedly large, but perfectly rounded and exuding power.
Her waist was incredibly thin, with the outline of her abs faintly visible. She wore gray yoga pants that tightly hugged her straight, long, and muscular legs, as well as her perfectly rounded, firm, and stunningly shaped peach-shaped buttocks.
She sat ramrod straight, holding a bottle of mineral water in her hand. She tilted her head back and took a sip, her neck forming a graceful curve. A few drops of water slid down the corner of her mouth, along her jawline, and dripped into the hollow of her collarbone…
Shen Li quickly looked away.
Damn, who can handle this?
Yun Yiyi sat alone in the corner, wearing a black dress. The style was simple but the cut was excellent, perfectly outlining her curvaceous figure.
With long, flowing hair, exquisite makeup, bright red lips, and a languid yet aloof gaze, she exudes a cold and glamorous aura that says "keep away."
Her legs were long, crossed under the table, and a section of her calves covered in thin black stockings was visible under the hem of her black skirt. The stockings gleamed faintly under the light, and she wore a pair of black pointed stilettos with thin, long heels that looked like nails.
Shen Li felt that this woman always made an appearance like she was walking the red carpet, and she didn't know whether she was there to attend a class or to participate in an awards ceremony.