Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 130: Three years without business, then three years of feasting when business opens.

As soon as he sat down, all sorts of oddities automatically popped into his eyes without Shen Li having to observe them.

The guy in the front row by the window, a directing major, wore thick-rimmed glasses, thicker than the bottom of a beer bottle. He had a copy of "A History of World Cinema" spread out on his table; judging from the cover, it was the textbook for Mu Yuan's course.

But this guy wasn't reading at all... He was holding a pen and drawing storyboards on a blank page of his textbook.

The painting skills... well, they're not bad, but...

Quite postmodern. Stick figures are fighting, their arms and legs are drawn crookedly, yet each stick figure is labeled "close-up," "follow shot," or "Steadicam."

That earnestness of his was like Spielberg's spirit.

Shen Li thought to herself: Dude, your storyboard is more abstract than Picasso's. Will the cinematographer be able to understand it?

Oh wait, when directing students are shooting assignments, they're most likely the photographers themselves.

That's fine.

Two rows to the left, there was a girl from the broadcasting department. She was quite pretty... an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and skin as white as a freshly peeled egg.

She was wearing a pink knitted cardigan over a white tank top, the neckline of which was just right, revealing a glimpse of her delicate collarbone.

This girl was touching up her lipstick in front of a small mirror, and she was so focused... She applied one layer, pursed her lips, applied another layer, pursed her lips again, and went back and forth for almost five minutes.

After touching up her lipstick, she started curling her bangs, twirling her fingers around her hair like she was doing yoga.

Shen Li's lips twitched: "Sister, are you here to teach a class or to film a makeup tutorial?"

It took five minutes to reapply lipstick. Teacher Qin, a class is only forty-five minutes long. Your time management is quite "efficient".

Just as I finished complaining to myself, I caught an even more amazing thing out of the corner of my eye.

In the middle row near the aisle, there was a guy from the directing department... so skinny he looked like a bamboo pole, wearing an oversized hoodie with the hood pulled low, huddled up in his seat.

At first glance, you might think they're sleeping, but upon closer inspection, wow, they're not sleeping at all; they're secretly looking at their phone.

I wasn't scrolling through Douyin or playing games; I was watching a tutorial video on Bilibili... "How to shoot cinematic videos with your phone."

The screen was flooded with comments, and this guy was watching intently, nodding occasionally.

Shen Li almost lost her composure.

The key point is, even if you're going to watch, at least turn off the comments! The screen is full of "hahahahaha", "I've learned it, I've learned it", and "eyes: I got it, hands: no way" floating by. Are you here to attend a class or to browse Bilibili?

He was trying to suppress his laughter when something even more outrageous came along.

There's a guy in the front row... Shen Li knows him. He's also from the directing department. His name is Da Liu. He's famous throughout the department for eating eight steamed buns in one go during military training.

This guy is actually knitting a sweater. Yes, knitting a sweater.

Two bamboo needles in hand, a ball of dark blue yarn on the table, and half a sleeve dangling from the edge of the table.

This guy's fingers are incredibly nimble, flying up and down as he threads a needle, even more deftly than the broadcasting major girl next to him applying lipstick.

Shen Li rubbed her eyes vigorously.

You read that right. A male film directing student. Knitting during class.

His first thought was: What the hell is this postmodern deconstructionist performance art?

My second thought was: the embroidery is actually pretty good? My third thought was: if this guy were to film something in the future, the production crew could save half the costume costs, right?

However, Liu clearly sensed that someone was watching him and turned around.

Just as Shen Li was about to look away, Da Liu grinned, held up the half-finished product in his hand, and lowered his voice:

"This is a birthday gift I knitted for my girlfriend. Buying something would be too tacky; knitting it myself shows more thought. What do you think? The stitches are just as good as store-bought, right?"

Shen Li paused for two seconds, then slowly raised her thumb: "It's not just as good as what you buy, your craftsmanship is like that of the chief eunuch of the Imperial Textile Bureau in ancient times."

Da Liu wasn't annoyed by the insult; instead, he proudly shook his head and said, "I can also do cross-stitch. I'll embroider a purse for you sometime."

Shen Li: "...No, I'm broke, I don't have any money to put in."

The two were whispering and joking when a chubby guy from the directing department in the front row suddenly burst out laughing.

And it wasn't a quiet, restrained laugh; it was the kind of burst of laughter that you'd been holding back for ages and just couldn't hold back anymore, almost making your snot spray out.

The whole class turned to look at him.

Teacher Qin stopped chanting, adjusted her reading glasses, and slowly asked, "Student, what's making you so happy? Tell us so we can all have a laugh."

The fat man jumped to his feet, his face flushed red, and stammered, "No...nothing, Teacher Qin, I just...I just thought of a joke."

"Oh? What joke?" Teacher Qin looked at him with a smile, her expression as kind as if she were looking at her own grandson.

The fat man, quick-witted as ever, blurted out, "It's...it's that value system you just mentioned. The more I think about it, the more profound it seems, and I couldn't help but laugh. It's called...it's called a 'hall of enlightenment'!"

The whole class burst into laughter. Teacher Qin was amused too, and waved for him to sit down.

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me. If what I'm saying is supposed to be enlightening, then pigs could fly."

The laughter grew louder. The chubby boy's deskmate, a short boy, laughed so hard he slid off his chair, his head hitting the edge of the table with a "thud." He clutched his head, laughing and crying at the same time, his face a picture of an emoji.

Shen Li silently added a label to Teacher Qin in her mind: she looks kind and gentle, but she can be even more ruthless than Mu Yuan when she's being sarcastic.

Mu Yuan is "a wolf in sheep's clothing," while Teacher Qin is "a wolf in sheep's clothing."

He was having a good time when a girl wearing glasses next to the fat guy in front of him suddenly spoke up with a blank expression.

The girl was so quiet that she was practically invisible, her presence even fainter than air, that Shen Li barely noticed her.

The seemingly inconspicuous woman immediately launched into a bombshell: "What 'enlightenment' did you have? The teacher was clearly talking about the subjective construction of values. You're more like a sleeper."

Before the fat man could even sit down, the smile on his face froze.

The short classmate covered her head, turned around, and glared at her with a look that said, "Who the hell are you?"

The woman with the invisible mask didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to look down at her book.

The classroom was silent for a full two seconds, then erupted into an even more exaggerated burst of laughter. Even Teacher Qin took off her reading glasses and glanced at the girl with great interest.

Shen Li gasped.

He suddenly realized that the most awesome person in the entire classroom was not Teacher Qin, who was chanting scriptures on the stage, nor the weirdos and monsters from various departments, but this invisible girl who usually had zero presence but could blow the whole room away with just one word!

What do people call this?

This is what is meant by "silent until it makes a sound, then it amazes the world," and "no business for three years, then a business that lasts for three years."

Teacher Qin pushed up her reading glasses and said with a smile:

"Okay, this female student has a clear thought process. Now, could you explain to everyone what the subjective construction of values ​​is?"