MC Bookstore Chapter 129 was a chaotic and unrestrained spectacle!
Chapter 129 was a chaotic and unrestrained spectacle!
"Why isn't anyone doing anything about this kind of person? Call the police!"
The street urchin added another one:
"Call the police? They didn't lay a hand on us, it's just 'verbal harassment' at most. Where the law can't reach, we can only rely on our own people to expose them."
Remember this face, remember this license plate. Share this, spread the word. New girl, whatever you do, whatever you do, don't go see the assistant director alone! No matter how sweet his words are, it's all bullshit!
Shen Li felt a chill run down her spine.
Last time, Brother Jian was "more precious than his life," and this time, the street thug is "a human lightning rod."
In the same film studio, in the same underworld, there are people like Brother Jian who value the lives of stuntmen more than their own pay, and there are also scoundrels like Bald Sun who use "drama instruction" as a pretext to swindle and cheat.
Silently added a label to the stereotype of street hustlers:
He's not just a "human exposure platform," but also a "safety net for the film and television industry." He must have offended a lot of people, but he keeps posting anyway. That's some nerve, that's some backbone.
Shen Li continued scrolling down the group messages and saw a few more interesting ones.
"Film City Half-Immortal" posted today's prediction: "Tomorrow's prediction: The director and costume designer of the 'The Legend of Concubine Ru' drama series in Zone E will definitely have a fight this afternoon."
The costume designer insisted that the palace maids wear old-fashioned velvet flower headdresses, but the director said that velvet flowers were too old-fashioned and should be replaced with gold hairpins.
I bet a bag of spicy strips that the costume designer wins. Don't ask me how I know; I was squatting next to their costume truck eating two leek pancakes when I overheard the costume designer yelling on the phone for almost half an hour.
The comments section was instantly flooded with "The fortune teller is awesome!" and "Brother fortune teller, what about the day after tomorrow? Will it rain the day after tomorrow?"
The fortune teller replied slowly:
"The day after tomorrow will be sunny turning cloudy, suitable for outdoor shooting, but not for filming crying scenes. In the Republic of China set in Section C, the female lead's nose runs every time she cries, and the director has already called for seven takes. If she keeps crying like this, the props team will run out of tissues."
Shen Li laughed so hard she almost threw her phone away.
This fortune teller has such a sharp tongue! He even noticed the female lead had a runny nose?
Just as I was about to scroll down, I suddenly saw a new announcement from "Chen Ge Casting"...
"Tomorrow, all day, we need 12 male extras for the modern spy drama 'Shadow Action,' to play special police/security personnel. Requirements: Male, height 178cm or above, well-proportioned build, short hair, and must bring your own black combat boots."
Daily pay 200 RMB, including boxed lunch. Special note: The production team requires a "rugged" type; pretty boys need not apply. Veterans or those with martial arts backgrounds will be given priority, with an extra 50 RMB for priority applicants. Please send a full-body photo to apply; don't send me photos with excessive filters.
Shen Li glanced at the notice a couple more times. Special police? Security personnel? Over 178cm tall?
Shen Li happened to be online.
As for his physique, he's been trained by Luo Ying for over a month now. Although he's still far from being "muscular," he's at least not the "little chick" he was at the beginning of the semester.
He didn't have his own black combat boots, but that wasn't hard to get...
Jing Yang has bought all sorts of weird props to make short videos, and he might actually have combat boots.
Shen Li silently noted it down in her mind: "Shadow Action", special police extra, 200 yuan per day, 50 yuan extra if you have martial arts skills.
Let's leave this line for now and try again when a similar opportunity arises.
Having just finished scrolling through the group messages, Shen Li was about to take a sip of water and rest her eyes.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a guy in the middle row doing something outrageous... openly eating duck neck during a college student etiquette class.
It's not the kind of sneaky little bite; it's holding the whole duck neck in your hand and, like playing a harmonica, gnawing from left to right, then from right to left, with skillful movements and a steady rhythm.
After gnawing on them, they neatly arranged the bones on a tissue, like archaeologists cleaning fossils.
Shen Li was stunned... Was this a class or a picnic?
The smell of duck neck wafted all the way to the back row; it was spicy and quite fragrant.
The key point is that Teacher Qin didn't even notice... or maybe she did notice but was too lazy to care, since even the teacher herself was almost falling asleep during the class.
I glanced at him again and noticed that there was a girl sitting next to him, secretly eating spicy snacks while hiding her face with her textbook.
Neither of them looked at the other, each munching on their own food, but their tacit understanding was as if they had rehearsed it... When the man was munching on duck neck, the woman didn't move, and when the woman was eating spicy strips, the man wiped his hands.
Shen Li mentally labeled the two as the "Classroom Picnic Duo" of the Beijing Film Academy, one specializing in meat dishes and the other in snacks, working together seamlessly.
If a documentary about "a taste of the classroom" were ever made, these two would definitely be the main characters.
Teacher Qin continued reading the lesson plan slowly, her voice not loud, but extremely penetrating... not the kind of penetrating power that invigorates the mind, but the kind of penetrating power that "automatically bypasses the cerebral cortex and directly enters a hypnotic mode."
Several students around Shen Li were already asleep in a row. A chubby boy was lying on the table, drooling, and snoring as softly as a cat.
But Shen Li noticed that Teacher Qin wasn't actually just reading from the textbook.
When she read the part about how "values are formed by many factors, including family, school, and society," she paused, took off her reading glasses, and slowly said:
"Let me give you an example of family factors. A couple of years ago, there was a student whose family was very well-off and who had never experienced hardship in his life."
When I got to university, it was the first time I washed my own clothes. Not knowing how, I poured half a bottle of laundry detergent directly into the washing machine. Then the washing machine started bubbling, and the whole laundry room was filled with foam, like it was snowing.
A few bursts of laughter echoed sporadically in the classroom.
Teacher Qin smiled too, a gentle smile, not a mocking one, but a kind smile that seemed to say, "You children."
"So you see, values aren't something you learn from books, they're something you develop through life. If you've never washed clothes at home, you'll have to learn to do it yourself when you get to college."
You're waited on hand and foot at home, but when you enter society, you have to learn everything from scratch. That's what they call "practice makes perfect."
Upon hearing this, Shen Li, unusually, looked up and glanced at Teacher Qin.
This old lady looked like a smiling Maitreya Buddha, but every word she spoke was spot on.
He wasn't the kind of pedant who thought "Why don't they eat meat porridge?" but rather someone who truly understood how difficult it was for poor students to make a living.
However, Shen Li thought about it again and felt it was a bit ironic... The course was called "College Students' Self-Cultivation," and the content was about life philosophy and values, which did make sense.
But half the students in the classroom were sleeping, a quarter were playing on their phones, and the remaining quarter were daydreaming.
Isn't this the biggest mockery of values?
The reasoning is sound, but nobody listens. It's like the school cafeteria's nutritious meal plan...
No matter how scientifically balanced the ingredients are, if it tastes like chewing wax, who the hell would want to eat it?
Nothing beats the aroma of spicy duck neck and strips!
Teacher Qin continued chanting scriptures on the podium.
Shen Li lowered her head and pretended to take notes. The course on college student self-cultivation, though so tedious it could kill a person, was a good thing about this large, combined class…
When you put together a bunch of different departments like acting, directing, and broadcasting, it's a chaotic mix of talents and a vibrant, diverse scene!