PNB Chapter 18 The Innocent People Who Were Affected
Chapter 18 The Innocent People Who Were Affected
Back in the dorm, Jingyang immediately came up to him: "How did it go? Did the interview go well? Did you see the pretty senior?"
"It's alright, no major problems."
Shen Li plopped down in a chair and briefly recounted the interview process, focusing on the aloof and elegant female interviewer and the stunning woman she bumped into in the hallway.
Jing Yang's eyes lit up when he heard this:
"Wow! The interviewer you mentioned, isn't her name Lan Xiu? A sophomore majoring in broadcasting and hosting, and the vice minister of the external relations department! A famously cold beauty, with a great figure, but extremely difficult to approach!"
You actually managed to get her to show an expression of 'appreciation'? That's impressive, Shen Li!
As for that girl in the hallway, the one in the green dress? Judging from the description, she seems to be Ling Yingying, a sophomore in the acting department, nicknamed "Little Daji of Beijing Film Academy." With that figure and that allure, the men chasing her could line up all the way to Wukesong! You've got quite the luck with the ladies after just one audition!"
"What good fortune? I was there to do serious business!"
Shen Li denied it verbally, but she remembered the two names and labels in her heart.
Lan Xiu, a cold and aloof older sister, vice minister of the external relations department, quite interesting. Ling Yingying, a little Daji, a sophomore in the performing arts department, hmm... both are "information points".
The next morning, Shen Li was having a dream.
In his dream, he was filming a movie with a group of beautiful women in swimsuits. This time, he wasn't just a background character; he was the male lead! He was enjoying himself with women on both sides when he was suddenly woken up by a violent earthquake.
"Shen Li! Shen Li! Wake up!"
He opened his eyes and saw Yang Yi's honest face almost touching his nose, looking as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"What happened? Is it an earthquake or a fire?"
Shen Li sat up abruptly, her head almost hitting the upper bunk.
"Neither!" Yang Yi looked constipated. "It's...it's Jing Yang! He blocked the toilet!"
"...What the heck?"
Shen Li thought she had misheard, so she picked at her ear and said, "Say it again?"
"Jing! Yang! You've blocked the toilet!"
Yang Yi spoke slowly and deliberately, his expression one of utter anguish, "He used that so-called 'deep-cleansing volcanic mud mask' imported from England, which was supposed to absorb blackheads and refine pores. He ended up with a thick layer, and when he washed it off, it all fell into the toilet. Now that toilet… ugh, it's a complete mess, the water's overflowing!"
Shen Li: "Oh my god..."
He took a deep breath, and sure enough, an indescribable aroma wafted in from the crack in the door—it was incredibly refreshing and invigorating.
"Where is Jing Yang?" Shen Li gritted her teeth.
"He...he ran away!" Yang Yi said with a bitter face. "He said he was going to do morning exercises to find artistic inspiration and told us to figure it out ourselves. Dai Xiao said he wouldn't get involved and has already put on three masks and started coding."
Shen Li rubbed her forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in her temples. This lousy dorm is full of geniuses!
Jing Yang is a severe case of histrionic personality disorder. He is a drama queen in his daily life, has negative life skills, but always has top-of-the-line equipment.
Yang Yi is an honest and kind-hearted boy who panics easily when things go wrong. He's the type who gets taken advantage of and still helps the seller count the money.
Dai Xiao is a tech geek who has a deeper connection with computers than with people. When in doubt, he wears a mask first and will never physically participate in a group if he can solve a problem remotely.
As for Xiong Rui next door... Shen Li's mind flashed to that muscular physique. Oh well, he's a martial arts major. What if he punches the toilet and smashes it to pieces?
"Alright, I'll go take a look."
Shen Li shuffled to the bathroom door in his slippers. As soon as he pushed the door open, a "biological weapon" smell, a mixture of volcanic mud, sewer fumes, and some indescribable odor, hit him, almost knocking him over.
Holy crap... good heavens!
A thin layer of water had accumulated on the toilet floor, and the toilet bowl was an even worse sight, with grayish-black mud bubbling and gurgling, like poison brewed by a witch.
"Is this a face mask or cement?" Shen Li pinched her nose, feeling her eyes burning.
He retreated into the corridor, his mind racing.
Calling a professional dredging service? It costs money, and you don't know how long you'll have to wait.
Do it yourself? Forget it...
Then...find a sucker? Shen Li's eyes darted around, and an idea came to her mind.
He took out his phone, found a number, and dialed it.
"Hey? Is this Mr. Zhang from the property maintenance department? Oh yes, I'm from room 512 in building 3. Our toilet... oh my god, don't even mention it! Some idiot poured cement... no, no, a face mask in there, and it's completely clogged. The water's overflowing! Can you come and take a look?"
"...What? Fully booked for today, you'll have to wait until tomorrow? Mr. Zhang, please have mercy, this smell is driving people crazy! ...Extra money? How much? ...Fifty? Okay, okay, fifty it is, please hurry up!"
After hanging up the phone, Shen Li winced in pain.
Fifty yuan! That's enough for several meals with meat in the cafeteria!
Jing Yang has to pay this money, and interest will have to be added!
He was on his way back to his dormitory when he heard the sound of high heels clicking from the other end of the corridor.
I turned my head and saw... wow!
A woman was walking towards us. She wasn't a student; judging from her clothes, she looked like a school administrator or counselor.
She was in her early thirties, wearing a fitted white shirt and a black pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, revealing a section of her shapely calves covered in flesh-colored stockings.
The shirt was buttoned up neatly, but her figure was so tall that the fabric in front of her chest was stretched bulging, and there were gaps between the buttons, revealing the edge of the black lace underneath.
Her waist was so slender it could be encircled by one hand, and the bodycon skirt perfectly outlined her round and full hips. With each step she took, the hem of the skirt swayed gently, and her curves were truly breathtaking.
She wore a pair of black stiletto heels, the heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the terrazzo floor, like tapping on her heart.
She wore light makeup, her features were delicate, and her skin was very well-maintained, making it impossible to guess her exact age. However, her eyes revealed a mature woman's competence and sharpness.
Her long, jet-black hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck. A few wisps of hair fell beside her ears, adding a touch of charm.
Shen Li was stunned. She thought to herself, "This school is really full of hidden talents. Even the administrative teachers are of this caliber."
"Excuse me," the woman said, stopping in front of Shen Li, her brow furrowing slightly, and fanning her nose with her hand, "what's that smell on your floor?"
His voice is also pleasant to listen to, clear and cool with a touch of magnetism.
"Um... Hello, teacher!"
Shen Li immediately put on that harmless, obedient, and sensible expression.
"Here's the thing, my roommate accidentally poured a cleansing face mask into the toilet, and it clogged it. We've already contacted the property management, and the plumber will be here soon! We're so sorry for the trouble this has caused the school!"
He spoke with such sincerity and such an upright attitude, as if he were an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.
The woman glanced at him, her eyes scrutinizing him, then looked at the half-open door to 512, her brows furrowing even more.