dkrc Chapter 33 As for those fairies...
Chapter 33 As for those fairies...
When she was suddenly called, Shen Li didn't react for a moment.
"Shen Li?" the teacher read it again, then looked up and around.
He quickly raised his hand, this time for real, not on someone else's behalf: "Here! Here! Teacher, I'm here!"
The voices were all a bit off-key.
The teacher glanced at him, her brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly: "You were just now..." He looked down at the roster, then at Shen Li, his eyes full of confusion.
Shen Li's heart skipped a beat, and she broke out in a cold sweat.
Oh no! I just covered for six people, and although the teacher didn't notice, she already has a vague impression of his face!
Now he's raising his hand again, in the same spot, with the same face, but a different name...
The teacher stared at it for several seconds, seemingly performing some kind of complex "face matching" calculation.
In the end, perhaps confused himself, he shook his head and put a checkmark next to Shen Li's name.
Shen Li let out a long breath; her back was soaked with sweat.
Wow, taking attendance for others is lucrative, but risky too! We almost messed up!
He secretly vowed: in the future, he would never allow more than five successors.
It's also best to scout out the location beforehand and find different seats so that everyone doesn't sit together.
Then prepare a hat, glasses and other "dressing props"... Hmm, that's a good idea. I'll go to the small commodities market to find some equipment another day.
The roll call is finally over.
The teacher began the lesson, the content of which was as dry and monotonous as chanting. Shen Li couldn't concentrate on a single word; her mind was filled with the terrifying scene from just moments before.
A male student from the broadcasting department leaned over and whispered, "Dude, do you know Chu Yao from earlier? Is she from the acting department?"
Shen Li glanced at him. This guy was alright looking, but his eyes were a bit lewd.
"Yes, we know each other, we're classmates," Shen Li said casually.
"Holy crap, the girls in your performing arts department are amazing!" the guy exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "Does she have a boyfriend? What's her background?"
Shen Li rolled her eyes inwardly. Well, yet another "prey" bewitched by Chu Yao's appearance.
"I'm not really sure," he replied casually. "I'm not very familiar with her."
The boy persisted: "So, do you think I have a chance if I ask for her WeChat?"
Shen Li looked the other person up and down, her expression sincere and honest:
"Dude, your looks are above average for broadcasting majors. But in our acting department, it's just average. Someone like Chu Yao has a line of rich guys chasing her stretching from the school to the China World Trade Center. Are you sure you want to join this cutthroat competition?"
The boy's face fell: "...Why are you so blunt?"
"I'm being sincere," Shen Li patted his shoulder. "It's all for your own good. Don't be a moth drawn to a flame and bring about your own destruction."
The boy stopped talking and turned away sullenly.
Shen Li continued to plan her next money-making scheme.
He's tasted success with the roll call business today, and he needs to run it well.
Figure out which classes are easy to slip through, which teachers have poor eyesight, and which classes have large groups of students and are good for hiding. He could even develop a "downline," creating a "mutual aid group for order boosting," with him as the group administrator and taking a cut...
Just as Shen Li was having these pleasant thoughts, her phone vibrated.
I took it out and saw that it was a text message from the Student Union's External Relations Department.
Shen Li was overjoyed and quickly clicked on it.
"Hello Shen Li, thank you for applying to the External Relations Department recruitment interview. After comprehensive evaluation, we regret to inform you that you were not selected for this recruitment. Your performance has left a deep impression on us, and we welcome you to apply again next semester. External Relations Department, Student Union"
Shen Li stared at the text message, her smile freezing on her face.
He wasn't selected? He actually wasn't selected?
Thinking back to the day of the interview, my flawless answers, the hint of surprise and admiration in the eyes of the aloof and sophisticated Vice Minister Lan Xiu, and the feeling of certainty I had as I walked out of the interview room…
So, she wasn't selected? That doesn't make sense! ...There must be something fishy going on!
Shen Li took a deep breath and put her phone back in her pocket. She remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was in turmoil.
"Fine, External Relations Department, you guys are awesome... But I don't care."
A self-deprecating smile curled at the corner of his lips, but it quickly turned into a smile tinged with amusement and calculation.
"But since you didn't choose me, I need to find out who managed to squeeze me out. Was it because my interview performance wasn't good enough? Or was there a 'pre-selected' spot? Or perhaps..."
Lan Xiu's cold and alluring face flashed through his mind, along with the meaningful look in her eyes during the interview.
"...Or is someone just not a good match for me?"
Shen Li touched her chin, her mind racing as she reviewed the events.
On the day of the interview, he felt his performance was fine. His answer regarding "observing the waiting area" was particularly brilliant, demonstrating his observational skills without offending anyone.
If I had to point out any "shortcomings," it would be that he was penniless and had no connections.
She is neither from a film and television company family like Chu Yao, nor from a "distinguished background" like Jing Yang (although Jing Yang doesn't have much of a background either, his family is at least relatively wealthy).
"The external relations department, getting sponsorships, needs connections and resources, right..." Shen Li sneered.
"It seems that what they want is not a 'potential star' like me, but a ready-made 'resource star'."
"Fine, you go your way, I'll go mine. There are other ways for Beijing Film Academy to make money besides the External Relations Department."
I quickly adjusted my mindset and started to rethink things.
Taking attendance for others proved to be a good business today. It's quick money, flexible hours, and it also allows you to "penetrate" classrooms in various departments and expand your intelligence network. This line of work needs to be cultivated.
"Flash Delivery Campus" continues. It's tough, but stable.
I'm keeping in touch with Director Wang. A role with lines costs 500 yuan per performance; if I could get a few more, I'd be rich. Unfortunately, these opportunities depend on luck.
We need to quickly build up Xiong Rui's connections in the film and television city. Stuntmen, extras, featured actors... that's the real "training ground" and "money-making machine" for acting students.
As for those fairies… Xiao Zhao, Jiang Li, Chu Yao, Hao Yan… observe them, utilize them, oh… be wary of them…
The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Shen Li packed her things, ready to leave.
As I reached the door, I ran into Chu Yao. She was walking out chatting and laughing with several girls, her graceful figure, clad in a knitted dress, swaying elegantly in the crowd.
Seeing Shen Li, she smiled and nodded: "Shen Li, you're here for class too."
His tone was as casual as a greeting from an ordinary classmate.
Shen Li nodded with a smile: "Yes, Marxist philosophy is a required course."
The two brushed past each other. Shen Li noticed that the girls around Chu Yao were all scrutinizing him with a critical look, as if they were looking at something "interesting".
Well, it seems that this "resource-backed" person's "interest" in Shen Li has already attracted the attention of those around him.
Stepping out of the teaching building, the sunlight was blinding. Shen Li squinted and took a deep breath.
He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Xiong Rui:
"Brother Xiong, about that senior brother of yours I mentioned last time, when would be a convenient time to meet up at the film studio? My treat!"