Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 87 "That's enough!"

"Thank you! Thank you, classmate! You're such a kind person!" Two female voices rang out simultaneously, filled with gratitude.

With a heavy heart, Shen Li slipped out of the bathroom like a thief and headed towards dormitory building number 5.

His mind was a jumbled mess the whole way. One moment it was the awkward conversation in the bathroom, the next it was how he was going to lie to the dorm supervisor, and then it was what those two girls actually looked like (though now wasn't the time to think about that)...

When they arrived at Building 5, Shen Li braced herself and explained to the dormitory supervisor, which, as expected, earned her a suspicious and scrutinizing look.

Fortunately, the keywords "school swimming team," "training," and "clothes stolen" seemed to have some effect. Plus, Shen Li was reasonably good-looking (in her own opinion) and her attitude was sincere.

The aunt muttered a few words like "kids these days are so clumsy" and "they even dare to wander into the men's bathroom," but in the end she waved him up and told him to come down quickly.

Shen Li felt as if she had been granted a pardon and rushed up to the third floor to find room 307.

The door wasn't locked, so he pushed it open and went inside. It was a four-person room, quite clean and tidy. Based on the description, he quickly found a blue sports jacket and black sports pants on a bed near the window.

Then, my gaze fell on the cabinet with the Pikachu sticker on it.

"What a disaster..." Shen Li wailed inwardly, and opened the cabinet like a thief.

Several pieces of clothing were neatly hung inside, and I immediately spotted the set... a light blue bikini swimsuit with white stripes and very little fabric, with folded underwear next to it.

He quickly looked away, grabbed a set of what looked like everyday underwear (soft to the touch, with a faint scent of laundry detergent), stuffed it along with his sportswear into a cloth bag he found, and then fled from 307 as fast as he could.

On the way back, he felt as if the cloth bag in his hands weighed a ton, and his face burned.

What kind of mess is this?! Delivering takeout can lead to the girls' dormitory, running errands can lead to the girls' changing room, and now even taking a shower can result in a "special mission" to deliver underwear to a strange girl!

His campus life was so colorful it was outrageous!

Back in the bathroom, as agreed, I placed the bag on the door of the next stall, knocked on the door, and whispered:

"The clothes are by the door, please take them yourselves. I'm leaving."

Without waiting for a response from inside, she rushed out of the bathroom as if being chased by a dog and ran all the way back to her dormitory.

In the dorm, Jingyang had already finished showering and was lying in bed playing on his phone when he saw Shen Li return, panting and flushed. He asked in surprise, "Where did you go? You look like you've been in a battle after just one shower? Why is your face so red?"

"The water... the water is too hot! It's steaming!" Shen Li mumbled, burying her head in her bed.

He could almost still smell the faint scent of laundry detergent lingering from the cloth bag, and his mind involuntarily flashed back to the light blue bikini and the soft touch in his hands…

"Amitabha Buddha, form is emptiness, emptiness is form..."

Shen Li silently recited the Heart-Cleansing Mantra, forcing herself to calm down.

This was sexy enough, but it was also too damn stimulating, so stimulating that his little heart couldn't take it.

Campus life at the Beijing Film Academy is full of "surprises" and "challenges".

The next morning, at 5:30.

As usual, Shen Li was subjected to Fang Ying's training until she was in ecstasy, dizzy, and wishing she were dead.

Then, she went to the cafeteria and force-fed six eggs, three meat buns, a bowl of soy milk, and an ear of corn. Shen Li felt like she was about to turn into a ball.

Back in the dorm, I washed my face, changed into clean clothes, and went to today's "main event"... a dialogue class.

Jingyang was wearing a flashy Hawaiian shirt today, with a bright red background and printed coconut trees and pineapples, and the top two buttons of the collar were undone.

My hair was so stiff it looked like it had just been hit by firecrackers; I sprayed half a pound of hairspray on it, and it was so hard it could poke someone to death.

He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed non-prescription glasses, supposedly to "enhance his artistic temperament." Standing there, he looked like a spoiled brat who had just escaped from a shady bathhouse.

"Young Master Jing," Shen Li looked him up and down, her lips twitching, "Are you here for a dialogue lesson or a hula dance competition, dressed like this?"

"What do you know!" Jing Yang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, looking inscrutable. "I heard about today's dialogue class. Today's teacher is a veteran in the drama world! Her dialogue skills are amazing! I dressed up a little more 'artistic' to leave a good impression on her."

Yang Yi, wearing a faded plaid shirt and holding a notebook, looked honest and asked, "Jingyang, is this shirt... the one that got splattered with oil when we ate 'Spicy You' hot pot last time? I remember there was a big red oil stain on the back."

Jing Yang's face stiffened: "...Yang Yi, can you shut up?"

Dai Xiao still maintained his aloof, tech-geek demeanor. Black-rimmed glasses, a black T-shirt, and black jeans—he exuded an aura of "I'm not familiar with this world."

He adjusted his glasses, glanced at Jing Yang's Hawaiian shirt, and remained expressionless.

"According to color psychology, a bright red background with a highly saturated coconut tree pattern will stimulate the viewer's visual nerves and trigger subconscious anxiety. Jingyang, if the teacher is in a bad mood today, your shirt will most likely become the target of her venting."

"That's enough!" Jing Yang wailed, and the four of them left the dormitory laughing and joking.

She strolled into the classroom just in time, and the moment she pushed open the door, wow, a wave of heat mixed with perfume, hairspray, and youthful hormones hit her in the face, almost knocking Shen Lixun over.

The classroom was already filled with girls. Shen Li's eyes swept across the room like searchlights...

Xiao Zhao wore a pale yellow knitted camisole today, with two thin straps hanging precariously on her fair and rounded shoulders. The neckline was so low it was outrageous, revealing a voluptuous figure.

She wore a white, tight-fitting mini skirt that accentuated the curves of her round, perky buttocks.

Two long, white legs were crossed and placed diagonally, reflecting the morning light. Seeing Shen Li enter, her eyes lit up, and she waved with a smile, "Shen Li! There's a seat here!"

Shen Li's internal alarm bells were ringing, but she put on an innocent smile: "Good morning, Xiao Zhao! I'll sit over there. I have something to do with Jing Yang and the others."

After saying that, he made a sharp turn and headed towards Jiang Li, his movements fluid and seamless, as if he were dodging a landmine.

Jiang Li is still sporting a sporty look today, wearing a black tight-fitting vest with gray yoga pants.

The vest tightly hugged the full, firm curves of her chest... not the soft, sagging type, but rather a firm, elastic shape.

Her abs were faintly visible beneath the hem of her tank top, and her yoga pants accentuated her firm, rounded hips. She was looking down at her script, her profile clean and sharp.

"Good morning, Jiang Li." Shen Li put on an innocent smile.

Jiang Li looked up at him and nodded: "Mm." Just one word, crisp and decisive.