Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 132 Senior, remember to turn the beauty filter down a bit next time you stream.

The group chat was still buzzing with messages. I glanced at Sister Hua's WeChat Moments again; surprisingly, she hadn't posted a selfie, only a text message:

"Someone asked me today if I'm tired of leading extras every day. How could I not be tired? I check the schedules early in the morning, supervise the boxed lunches at noon, and reply to WeChat messages until midnight."

"Who told me to do it? Everyone in the industry says women are easily taken advantage of in this line of work, but I don't believe it. I'm a woman, and if I can make it, I'll do it better than them. Just you wait and see."

The comments below were completely different from usual:

"What's wrong with you today, Sister Hua? Who upset you again?"

"Is someone spreading lies again?"

"Sister Hua, don't take it to heart! We're all on your side!"

"In the film studio, Sister Hua is like my own sister. Anyone who disagrees can come find me, and I'll give them a piece of my mind."

Shen Li stared at this post on WeChat Moments for a long time.

Sister Hua is usually the most flamboyant in the group... bright red lipstick, always taking selfies at a 45-degree angle, and scolding people harshly.

But in this post on her WeChat Moments, she actually brought up the sensitive issue of "I am a woman" directly.

It's clear that this woman has always been holding back a lot of determination... The more she's questioned, the more she wants to do things to the extreme. If you had to describe her in one word, it would be "stubborn."

He switched back to his notes and added a new label to Sister Hua's profile: Stubborn. Stubborn to the core. She's the kind of person who knows it's not easy, but still insists on trying, and strives to do better than everyone else.

Shen Li glanced at today's group announcement again and found that Brother Chen had added a new post at the bottom of "Must-Read for Beginners", directly naming the dangerous times for human traffickers and people waiting for jobs in parking lots.

The wording was concise and cold, but it brought out all the necessary reminders.

Just as I was about to close the group chat, I suddenly saw "the fortune teller" pop up:

"Tomorrow it will be cloudy turning to light rain, suitable for indoor activities, but avoid wire work. It was originally going to be cloudy turning overcast, but now it's even more humid... This rain won't last more than two days. The low-lying area in the parking lot at the north gate will definitely flood, so those who are looking for work should move out as soon as possible, lest they step in mud."

The comments below were filled with "Thank you, fortune teller," "Weather forecaster," and "Bring your own umbrella, fortune teller."

Shen Li thought for a moment and replied, "Thank you, fortune teller."

He found it a little funny after posting it... When he first joined the group, he was a nobody who didn't dare to type a single extra word, but now he feels like he's become one of the veterans in the group.

On the podium, Teacher Qin was still slowly chanting scriptures, his tone as flat as an airport runway, each word uttered as if squeezing toothpaste.

Shen Li stared at her phone screen, her fingers swiping rapidly through the group messages.

"I noticed that most of the students were looking down."

Teacher Qin suddenly stopped lecturing, adjusted her reading glasses, and smiled, speaking in a tone as if chatting casually.

"Some are looking at their phones, some are sleeping, some are knitting... Hey, you male student, stop hiding, the ball of yarn has rolled into the aisle."

Since nobody likes listening to theory, let's try a different approach. Come on, everyone write me one sentence on a slip of paper… "What's the point of going to university?" No need to sign your names, just pass them around from the back of the row forward.

The classroom was immediately filled with groans and cries.

The student was woken up by his deskmate while sleeping, the student frantically searched for paper while scrolling through Douyin, and the student knitting a sweater, Da Liu, almost handed out his bamboo needles as a pen.

Shen Li looked around, tore a piece of paper from her notebook, and thought to herself that this question was not difficult to answer... What's the use of going to university?

For him, going to university was a prerequisite for making money, an intelligence base for collecting fairy illustrations, and an incubator for convincing his three roommates in room 512 to become co-founders.

But can you write this down on a piece of paper? Obviously not.

After pondering for three seconds while biting the pen cap, Shen Li finally wrote a line of text.

After writing, fold it up and pass it on.

The process of passing notes was a complete mess...

Some people secretly slipped a bag of snacks to the girl in front of them while passing notes, while others folded notes into origami cranes.

Another guy wrote "Mom" in big letters on his note. I don't know if it meant "My mom made me go" or if he just missed his mom.

Teacher Qin gathered the collected notes into a pile, randomly picked one out, and read it aloud:

"The purpose of going to university is to let me know that I never want to go to university again in my life."

The whole class burst into laughter.

A guy in the back row was pounding his fist on the table, yelling, "I wrote this! I wrote this!" His deskmate punched him, saying, "You're fucking proud of yourself?"

Teacher Qin drew another card, squinted at it for a long time:

"This handwriting looks like scribbles... 'To get my diploma, my dad said he'd pretend I was never born if I didn't get it.'"

The laughter was interspersed with a few still-shaken exclamations of "Holy crap, that's so true."

The guy next to Shen Li turned pale and muttered under his breath, "That's exactly what my dad said."

He drew another card, and Teacher Qin read the first half of the sentence before stopping: "'The greatest use of going to university is...'"

She paused, turned the note over to show everyone, and it read: "...I met these beasts in college."

The classroom was silent for half a second, then erupted in a cacophony of shouts, whistles, and table-pounding louder than ever before.

Several boys were swaying back and forth with their arms around each other's shoulders, yelling "beasts!" "You're the beast!" "Whoever doesn't go to the barbecue tonight is a beast!"

After laughing, Shen Li thought to herself, "I hope my slip of paper doesn't get picked..."

He wrote, "Going to university is about learning a bunch of things that seem useless, and then you find that you suddenly need them out of nowhere."

This answer was too serious and didn't fit his persona, but it was definitely the truth.

What you fear most is what will happen.

Teacher Qin drew another card, unfolded it, and smiled:

"This handwriting is quite neat. 'Going to university is about learning a bunch of things that seem useless, and then you find that you suddenly need them out of nowhere.'"

Shen Li: "..."

Teacher Qin held the pile of slips of paper, but instead of reading them aloud, she gently tapped the podium. "Classmates,"

Her voice wasn't loud, but the classroom automatically quieted down.

"I've been teaching for decades, and every class says this course is useless. But look... the way you were laughing just now, passing notes, bumping shoulders, and making a ruckus—those are the things you'll find 'useful' later on. Okay, get out of class dismissed."

A few scattered "Goodbye, teacher"s echoed in the classroom, followed by a chorus of yawns, the sound of zippers, and the scraping of chair legs against the floor.

Shen Li had just stuffed her notebook into her bag and was about to slip away when Teacher Qin added:

"Oh, by the way, there's an assignment due next class... 'My College Career Plan,' no less than 800 words, handwritten, no copying from Baidu. I can spot who's plagiarizing; even at my age, my plagiarism detection is more accurate than CNKI."

Their butts, which had just stood up, all slumped back down, and their groans were even louder than when they were passing the note.

Liu, who was knitting a sweater, looked horrified: "Eight hundred words?! I didn't even write eight hundred words in my college entrance exam essay!"

Shen Li packed her things and made her way out. As she passed the senior student who was livestreaming the bubble voice, she casually tossed out a comment:

"Senior, remember to turn the beauty filter down a bit next time you stream. The filter makes Teacher Qin look like she's eighteen."

The senior student was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing and waved her pink little fist at Shen Li.