Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 42 Just for fun

When Ling Yingying dragged Shen Li by the arm into the barbecue restaurant, only one thought was in her mind.

Damn, this woman's grip is stronger than Xiong Rui's!

Ling Yingying walked ahead, her round, peach-shaped buttocks encased in denim shorts swaying back and forth in front of Shen Li, making his blood pressure soar like it was on a roller coaster.

What's even more striking is the way she walks—it's so graceful and alluring, with the way her waist twists is breathtaking.

The shop assistants stared wide-eyed at Ling Yingying. Not because she was pretty… well, mainly because she was pretty…

Even more striking was the way her tight white tank top accentuated her ample bosom, which undulated as she moved, making people's eyes water.

"Please come in, gentlemen!" The waiter was as attentive as an eunuch serving the Empress Dowager, bowing and scraping as he led them to a seat by the window.

Ling Yingying plopped down, her movements as unrestrained as a Liangshan hero, completely disregarding the fact that she was wearing shockingly short hot pants.

Two long, white legs stretched out under the table, crossed over, and the tender flesh on the inside of the thighs squeezed out a suggestive curve.

Shen Li sat opposite, trying to keep her eyes focused on the menu.

"Senior, please order." He handed over the menu, his voice incredibly respectful.

Ling Yingying took the menu, glanced at it, and pouted her bright red lips: "Don't call me 'senior sister,' just call me Sister Yingying. It sounds more friendly."

"Okay, Sister Yingying." Shen Li readily agreed, but inwardly she was thinking: This is only the second time we've met, right? What's with the friendly attitude?

Ling Yingying flipped through the menu, her slender, white fingers tracing patterns on the plastic sheet, her nails painted a glossy red, as if they had just been dripped with blood.

She read and muttered to herself:

"We have to have a large plate of grilled lamb chops, twenty lamb skewers, one serving each of grilled eggplant, grilled chives, and grilled enoki mushrooms, and four slices of grilled mantou... Oh, and do you drink?"

Shen Li was taken aback: "I..."

"Fine, let's drink! It's on me!" Ling Yingying didn't even wait for his reply and shouted to the waiter, "Six more bottles of beer, ice cold!"

Shen Li: "..."

Well, this lady orders food like she's ransacking a house, giving no one a chance to refuse.

The waiter left happily.

Ling Yingying leaned back in her chair, which made her tight white tank top even tighter, and the buttons on her chest (if they had any) were probably cursing under her breath.

She looked Shen Li up and down with the same languid yet scrutinizing gaze a female leopard would give its prey.

"Shen Li, a freshman in the performing arts department, right?"

She spoke, her voice slightly husky and magnetic, languid.

"I've heard about you. Less than a month into the semester, you've been running errands, taking attendance, reserving seats—you do all sorts of odd jobs. You're quite the troublemaker."

Shen Li felt a chill run down her spine. Holy crap?

This "Little Daji of Beijing Film Academy" has absolutely no connection to him, so why is she asking about him for no reason?

Immediately switching into "good-natured junior" mode, Shen Li scratched his head, looking embarrassed.

"Hi, Sister Yingying, it's just that my family isn't well-off, so I'm working part-time to support myself while studying."

"Work-study program?" Ling Yingying's lips curled up. "I think you only have the 'work' and 'study' parts in the phrase 'work-study program,' while the 'work' and 'study' parts are completely irrelevant to you."

Shen Li: "..."

Why is this lady so blunt?

"Is that what you call 'working'? That's called 'starting a business'!" Ling Yingying pointed her slender, white finger at the table.

"I heard you're going to make some kind of mini-program? Called 'LiLiRun'? Tsk tsk tsk, starting internet entrepreneurship as a freshman? Are you trying to become the Jack Ma of the Beijing Film Academy?"

Shen Li's inner alarm bells were ringing.

He had only mentioned Lili's escape to his roommates and Chu Yao. How did even Ling Yingying know? The news spread way too fast!

"Sister Yingying, your information network is quite impressive," he asked tentatively.

"Nonsense, who am I?"

Ling Yingying triumphantly tossed her hair, the movement causing a ripple in her chest.

"In the Beijing Film Academy area, there's nothing I, Ling Yingying, can't find out. That little program of yours, you made it with that nerdy computer science guy in your dorm, right? What was his name again... Dai Xiao?"

Shen Li was impressed. This woman's intelligence work was even more thorough than the KGB's.

"Yes, yes, Sister Yingying is incredibly resourceful." He flattered her smoothly. "So you didn't come to me just for roast lamb chops, did you?"

"Smart." Ling Yingying snapped her fingers. "I love talking to smart people, it's so easy."

She leaned forward, placing her hands on the table.

With this push, the neckline of the tight white tank top collapsed in a large section, and the magnificent, bottomless scene was unreservedly thrust into Shen Li's view.

Two full, round, snow-white mounds squeezed together, gleaming delicately under the light, with a breathtaking cleavage that seemed capable of swallowing everything.

Shen Li felt her pupils dilate.

He raised his gaze and fixed it on Ling Yingying's face. But his peripheral vision kept wandering to places he shouldn't be looking.

Ling Yingying clearly noticed his gaze, but instead of getting angry, she curled her lips into a smile that became even more alluring.

She even slightly adjusted her posture to make the view even more... unobstructed.

"Shen Li, I have a question for you," she lowered her voice, a slightly languid huskiness in it, "does your 'LiLi Run' campaign need a spokesperson?"

Shen Li was taken aback: "A spokesperson?"

"Yes." Ling Yingying leaned back, crossed her legs, and the curves of her long, fleshy inner thighs were even more alluring.

"Look at your platform, it's called 'LiLiRun,' and it mainly focuses on campus errand services. But just having services isn't enough; you need traffic, popularity, and 'celebrity effect.'"

She gave herself a thumbs up: "And me? I'm a sophomore in the Performance Department at Beijing Film Academy, a social butterfly, with a wide network of connections, and most importantly..."

Ling Yingying's lips curled into a seductive smile. "With that face and that figure, I'm a total heartthrob. You want me to be your 'celebrity errand runner,' and if I post that on Douyin, the views will skyrocket!"

Shen Li's mind raced.

Ling Yingying is right. With her looks, figure, and the nickname "Little Daji of Beijing Film Academy," she is indeed a natural topic generator.

If she were really willing to be the spokesperson for "LiLiRun", the promotional effect would be absolutely phenomenal.

but.

Is this woman really that kind?

"Sister Yingying," Shen Li carefully chose her words, a harmless smile on her face, "I'd be delighted if you could help us with our publicity. But... what are you after?"

"What's the point?"

Ling Yingying raised an eyebrow. "Just for fun! Going to get out of class every day is so boring. Your startup project sounds exciting. Besides, I'm going to be a big star someday. If I accumulate some 'entrepreneurial experience' now, I'll have stories to tell on talk shows in the future."