Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 127 What the hell is this late-stage chuunibyou ?

Dai Xiao floated down from the top bunk: "From a game theory perspective, your role as a 'maintenance worker' in dormitory 406 has been upgraded from a simple service provider to a 'social node'."

Xie Shiyun's network, Tang Tian's influence, and Lu Manman's trustworthiness are all quantifiable social capital. It is recommended to continue maintaining these relationships.

"Brother Xiao, could you please stop analyzing every time I go to the girls' dormitory like I'm playing a grand strategy?"

"Seek truth from facts."

Jing Yang leaned closer, looking sly:

"Li'er, honestly, what's the quality of those girls in room 406? I've met Tang Tian, ​​she has a great figure. What about Lu Manman? Gu Pan? Xie Shiyun?"

Shen Li rolled her eyes: "Young Master Jing, can't you put something serious in your head? I'm here to fix a faucet, not to participate in a beauty pageant."

"Fixing the faucet is a good way to get some fresh air, it's not illegal," Jing Yang said matter-of-factly.

Shen Li thought about it for a moment, then decided to satisfy the guy's curiosity:

"You've seen Tang Tian before... her tight white T-shirt, soaked through, made her look incredibly alluring and almost bursting out."

Lu Manman is a professional in wearing slip dresses, and her two long, white legs are so dazzling that they make people dizzy. She is a composite type of person who is both lazy and sexy.

"Looking around..." He paused, "His figure is indeed top-notch, a dark green tank top paired with denim shorts, magnificent and turbulent. It's just that his mouth is too foul, which is a downside."

Xie Shiyun, well, you know the figure of a dance major. Wearing a backless bodysuit, her spinal groove could hold a spoonful of water, and her shoulder blades could be used as knives.

Jing Yang's eyes lit up: "Holy crap! Your description is even more exciting than the fitness bloggers I follow on Douyin! Next time you go to 406 to fix something, take me with you!"

"You?" Shen Li looked him up and down. "What can you fix? Your hairspray bottle?"

"I can be the peacemaker! If they start arguing again, I can go up and recite a line from 'Thunderstorm,' and that'll calm things down in no time!"

Yang Yi muttered under his breath, "Your recitation of 'Thunderstorm' is probably just adding fuel to the fire..."

"Yang Yi, shut up!"

In the afternoon, a course on university students' self-cultivation.

When Shen Li arrived at the classroom door, there were still more than ten minutes before class started.

Several boys were squatting in the hallway, smoking, cigarettes dangling from their mouths, but their eyes were all fixed on a girl walking towards them...

The girl was wearing a pale yellow tank top with two thin straps that barely dangled from her fair, rounded shoulders. The neckline was so low it was outrageous, and her ample bosom bounced up and down with her every step, so much so that the guys smoking didn't even notice the cigarette ash falling all over their pants.

"Holy crap, who is this?" A guy with a buzz cut swallowed hard.

"I don't know, I think it's the performing arts department? What's their name again..." A bespectacled man next to him squinted and strained to see.

Shen Li glanced at her and recognized her... Wasn't this the dance major girl who stood in front of him in the cafeteria line last time? She had complained that "the line was like a snake."

This outfit is even more eye-catching than the one I wore in the cafeteria the other day.

However, Shen Li has already developed an immunity to "visual bombardment"... Just kidding, she just faced Tang Tian's wet and alluring look, Lu Manman's nightgown offensive, Gu Pan's suspender bomb, and Xie Shiyun's backless bodysuit in room 406.

His eyes have long since evolved from being "easily blinded" to being "immune to all poisons".

"Dude, stop looking."

As Shen Li passed by the group of boys smoking, she casually remarked...

"They're from the dance department. They can do splits and somersaults. They could kick you all the way from here to the playground. It's not worth it for your eyes to enjoy the view but your body to suffer."

After finishing her sentence, Shen Li turned and went into the classroom without looking back, leaving several boys looking at each other in bewilderment.

I glanced around the classroom... Goodness, the attendance rate was as dismal as a national football team's home game.

The huge lecture hall was sparsely populated, with less than half of the people sitting there. The back rows were packed, while the front rows were so empty you could play badminton.

That's understandable. The course on self-cultivation for college students is, frankly speaking, a variant of ideological and political education, so boring that it can put a living person to sleep and bring a dead person back to life.

The teacher was an elderly lady nearing retirement, surnamed Qin. She spoke slowly, almost like chanting scriptures, but had a good temper and never called roll.

In places like the Beijing Film Academy, classes without attendance checks are tantamount to issuing students a "legal truancy permit."

If it weren't for the fact that she had skipped class twice before and felt she should at least come once in a while, Shen Li wouldn't have bothered to come today.

I found a corner seat in the back row by the window… the perfect spot to slack off. I took out my phone, turned the brightness down to the lowest setting, put on my Bluetooth headphones and pretended to listen to music. Everything was ready.

Teacher Qin walked into the classroom on time. She was in her sixties, with gray hair, wearing reading glasses and a plain gray cardigan.

Holding a stack of lesson plans, he placed them on the podium and began to teach slowly.

The sound was neither too loud nor too soft, the pitch neither too high nor too low, the frequency neither too fast nor too slow... everything was perfectly positioned at that golden ratio point that was "just enough to induce hypnosis".

"Students, today we're going to talk about... the worldview and values ​​of university students..."

Teacher Qin adjusted her reading glasses and lowered her head to read her lesson plan.

"A philosophy of life refers to people's fundamental views and attitudes towards the purpose, value, and path of life..."

Several students in the audience had already started to doze off.

Shen Li glanced to the side and saw a guy from the directing department sleeping soundly on the table, two seats away to her right.

That sleeping posture was truly unique... his face was buried in his arms, and a small puddle of drool was running down his face.

What's even more amazing is that this guy suddenly twitched in his sleep, his elbow slammed into the corner of the table, he bounced up for half a second, his eyes glazed over, and then he slumped back down.

The whole process was smooth and seamless, as if it had been practiced.

Shen Li was amazed... This guy is a true master of falling asleep instantly, faster than a phone screen can turn off, and his sleep quality is better than that of a dead person.

Across the front row, diagonally opposite, a broadcasting major girl looked quite energetic... scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) under the table, her fingers moving incredibly fast.

The screen brightness was set extremely low, clearly indicating a "repeat offender." While scrolling, I suddenly burst out laughing, quickly covering my mouth, my shoulders shaking as if I were having an epileptic seizure.

A classmate next to her glanced at her, but she calmly flipped her phone over and placed it face down on her lap. After the other person turned back, she flipped it over again and continued scrolling.

Shen Li clicked her tongue in amazement... This psychological quality, this counter-surveillance ability, this "burying one's head in the sand" acting skills, it's a pity he's not playing a spy.

Shen Li was also not paying attention in class. Just as she was about to take out her phone, she suddenly noticed a guy diagonally across from her in front of her, who was writing furiously in his notebook... not taking notes, but drawing.

Moreover, the drawing was quite abstract: a huge skull was drawn on the paper, with a sword stuck in the skull, a snake wrapped around the sword, and a rose in the snake's mouth.

There was also a line of text next to it, which Shen Li squinted and carefully deciphered for a long time before she could see it clearly... "My soul sings in the abyss."

Shen Li's lips twitched as she watched. What the hell is this late-stage chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?

A college student drawing a skull in a ethics class and saying "the soul sings in the abyss"? Has your soul fallen into the abyss of adolescent delusions?