PNB Chapter 135: The surface actions were all there, but the underlying essence wasn't grasped.
Chapter 135: The surface actions were all there, but the underlying essence wasn't grasped.
Teacher Hua?
Shen Li's eyes darted around, and the image of Hua Fengyi's heavily made-up face flashed through her mind...
The slit cheongsam hugged her voluptuous figure, making her walk graceful and charming.
And that day in the archives, when she bent down to flip through the filing cabinets, the slit of her cheongsam slid all the way up to her thighs, and her two plump thighs covered in flesh-colored stockings almost blinded Shen Li.
"Should I accept Teacher Hua's order, or not?"
Shen Li hesitated verbally, but her fingers betrayed her thoughts, snatching the item in a flash.
Thirty yuan.
Besides, Hua Fengyi may have a sharp tongue, but she's actually quite capable.
Shen Li still remembers her last line from the dialogue class: "Dialogue is not about reciting a text, but about using your voice to bring out the soul of the character."
Most importantly... Professor Hua has real skills. Getting acquainted with her might help me gain more valuable knowledge in my future professional courses.
"My buddy got a rush job. It's for Teacher Hua Fengyi, thirty yuan."
Jing Yang's eyes widened like saucers: "Teacher Hua? She's hiring an errand runner?"
"Exactly." Shen Li put away her phone.
Yang Yi quickly said, "Shen Li, be careful, Teacher Hua looks like someone you shouldn't mess with..."
"It's more exciting when someone's not someone to mess with." Shen Li grinned. "Don't worry, with my silver tongue, I could even fool Mu Yuan, so why would I be afraid of Hua Fengyi?"
Dai Xiao casually remarked, "Judging from your micro-expressions, you're actually a bit of a coward too."
"...Brother Xiao, could you please stop embarrassing me?"
After finishing her sentence, Shen Li ignored the three of them and ran off towards the faculty dormitory.
Building No. 3 is located in the northwest corner of the school. It is an old-fashioned six-story dormitory building with gray exterior walls covered with ivy. The corridors are filled with the smell of aged books mixed with mothballs.
Hua Fengyi lives on the third floor.
Shen Li climbed upstairs, found the corresponding door number, the door was ajar, and a series of "ee-ee-ya-ya" sounds came from inside... it was Peking Opera.
He knocked on the doorframe: "Teacher Hua? I've come to pick up some documents."
"Come in! The door's unlocked!"
Hua Fengyi's voice came from inside, full of energy and clear and resonant, just like when she was reciting lines on stage.
Shen Li pushed the door open and went in.
Good guy.
Hua Fengyi was standing in the center of the living room with her back to him, practicing her posture in front of a large mirror on the wall.
She wasn't wearing a cheongsam today; instead, she wore a dark green silk nightgown.
The robe was made of smooth, slippery material with a dark sheen. It draped loosely over her body, with a thin belt tied around her waist, accentuating her curves.
The neckline of the robe was wide open, revealing a large expanse of white, smooth breasts and the edges of black lace.
The scale was magnificent, turbulent, and breathtaking. Shen Li felt as if her eyeballs were being drawn to a magnet, and she couldn't pull them out no matter what she did.
The hemline just past her thighs, revealing two full thighs encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings, creating an alluring silhouette.
Her hair wasn't styled into a retro finger wave as usual; instead, it was loose and damp over her shoulders, with a few stray strands clinging to her smooth forehead, clearly indicating that she had just taken a shower.
The scent, a blend of shower gel and skincare products, could be smelled from two meters away; it was sweet yet exuded a mature charm.
Hua Fengyi was facing the mirror sideways, one hand raised and the other on her waist, humming a Peking Opera tune, her body swaying gently with the rhythm, the hem of her bathrobe occasionally fluttering slightly with her movements.
Shen Li stood at the door, feeling awkward and unsure whether to go in or out. Was she here to pick up some documents or to watch a R-rated performance?
He forcibly pulled his gaze away from Hua Fengyi's breathtaking figure and fixed it on the filing cabinet in the corner, clearing his throat: "Teacher Hua, where are the files?"
Hua Fengyi didn't turn her head, continuing to sway her waist in front of the mirror, her voice lazy yet tinged with impatience:
"On the table, on the table. See that brown paper envelope on the right? Take it backstage at the experimental theater to that director surnamed Zhou. Don't open it!"
Shen Li quickly walked to the table and picked up the brown paper envelope.
The envelope was not sealed, and a corner of printed paper was sticking out, through which the words "Script Revision Suggestions" could be vaguely seen.
He was puzzled. Script revision suggestions?
When did Hua Fengyi, a dialogue teacher, start giving script revision suggestions to directors?
However, he didn't say anything more, tucked the envelope under his arm, and turned to leave.
"stop."
Hua Fengyi's voice suddenly rang out from behind.
Shen Li paused and turned around.
Hua Fengyi had turned around from in front of the mirror and was now facing him. The collar of her bathrobe opened even wider as she turned.
With her arms crossed over her chest... this gesture made her amazing bust size even more prominent, and the deep cleavage shimmered with a delicate luster under the light.
She exudes a confident aura that says, "I'm still got it, I'm way better than those young girls."
"Shen Li." Hua Fengyi looked at him, her lazy eyes carrying a hint of scrutiny. "In the last dialogue class, Teacher Yan told me about your imitation of Lan Xiu's performance."
Shen Li's innocent smile remained unchanged: "Teacher Hua, you found out too? My acting was so ridiculous, please excuse me."
"A charade?"
Hua Fengyi's lips curled into a smile, a smile that held a deeper meaning.
"Teacher Yan said your imitation was quite good, but it lacked finesse. Do you know why?"
Shen Li honestly shook her head.
"Because you're playing a 'woman,' but you're using the 'man playing a woman' formula. The surface movements are on point, but you haven't captured the essence."
She loosened her arms from her chest and took two graceful steps toward Shen Li.
The hem of her bathrobe swayed gently with her steps, and her thighs, encased in stockings, gleamed alluringly under the fluorescent lights.
"Lanxiu's coldness isn't a rigid, unyielding coldness. It's a gentle yet firm coldness that makes you want to keep your distance, rather than pushing you away."
Shen Li quickly lowered her head, stared at the tips of her shoes, and frantically recited the core values.
Hua Fengyi walked up to him, reached out, and used a slender, jade-like finger to lift his chin.
The hands were soft yet strong, with a faint scent of hand cream.
Shen Li was forced to raise her head, and her gaze met Hua Fengyi's lazy yet sharp eyes.
Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, what's going on?
"Look me in the eyes."
Hua Fengyi's voice was low, yet possessed a penetrating quality unique to stage actors.
"Experience what it means to be 'soft yet firm'."
Shen Li froze, feeling like a little mouse being pinned down by an old cat.
Hua Fengyi's eyes, when viewed up close, have a faint amber hue in the pupils.
His gaze wasn't cold, it was warm, but within that warmth lay a kind of authority that made you dare not act rashly.
A slight smile played on her lips, a smile that was both alluring and dangerous: "Remember? Being cold isn't about having a stern face. It's about smiling and making people back down on their own."
After saying that, he released his grip, took a step back, and resumed his lazy and casual posture, as if nothing had happened.
Shen Li felt that her back was soaked.
This isn't teaching, it's more like a "real-world exercise"!
"Alright, go ahead."
Hua Fengyi waved her hand, turned around and went back to the mirror, continuing to hum Peking Opera.
"Remember to slip it under the door, don't knock. That guy surnamed Zhou has a terrible temper; if you knock, he'll yell at you for ten minutes."