Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 94 This girl is annotating "Thunderstorm" like a palace intrigue drama?

The fortune teller replied slowly:

"The day after tomorrow will be sunny turning cloudy, suitable for outdoor shooting, but avoid filming kissing scenes. It's best to avoid the kissing scenes with that domineering CEO group in Zone C; the director's lips are more swollen than the actors'."

Shen Li laughed so hard she almost slipped off the bench.

This fortune teller is really sharp-tongued! The director's mouth is more swollen than the actor's? Did he just add insult to injury after reading the gossip from the street urchin?

Just as he was about to continue scrolling down, a new message suddenly stopped him.

"Old Hengdian drifter" sent a voice message. Shen Li clicked on it, and it was still that hoarse middle-aged male voice, but today there was a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Today I played a shopkeeper, and I had lines. Sister Dong found me this job. The director said I had a 'weathered' look, so he let me do a few extra takes. I ate two boxed lunches. The braised pork was stewed until it was very tender."

The crowd below instantly erupted in excitement.

"Dude! That's awesome! You've got a catchy phrase!"

"Sister Dong is awesome! Keep it up, bro!"

"A sense of vicissitude, haha! Dude, your face definitely looks quite weathered!"

The "veteran drifter" sent another voice message, his voice even hoarser, but his laughter was more pronounced: "Weary? I'm just fucking poor. But it's okay, as long as there's work. Thanks, Sister Dong."

Sister Dong replied with just four words: "There will be more tomorrow."

At 1:30 a.m., the "wounded soldiers' camp" turned into a "victory celebration banquet" during the day. Squatting in the corner eating a boxed lunch, I looked up and saw myself, an old extra from six years ago, finally playing a shopkeeper with lines.

Sister Dong replied with just four words... "There will be more tomorrow"... more heartwarming than any inspirational quote.

Another label has been added to Sister Dong's profile: a woman of her word. She said "Come tomorrow" in the early morning, and the next day she actually found work for someone. And it wasn't charity; it was "There's more tomorrow." She gave people hope, not just a day, but a path.

Shen Li took a deep breath and put her phone back in her pocket.

The people in the film studio—Sister Hua, Sister Dong, Brother Monkey, street urchin, fortune teller, veteran drifter… each have their own way of life and their own way of doing things.

I'm currently just watching the show from the sidelines, but sooner or later I'll have to wade into this mess myself.

"But not now."

He stood up and stretched his sore neck. "We'll continue to observe and learn at the film studio. Once we've built up our physique, taken our modeling photos, and recorded our self-introduction videos, then we'll move on."

Shen Li sprang up from the bench, dusted off her bottom, and before the fire in her head about the "grand plan to bring the film and television city into the industry" had died down, her phone vibrated again.

Upon opening the app, I saw a new order on the "Flash Delivery Campus" app, bright red, like a freshly baked sugar-coated sesame seed cake—hot to the touch and tempting to look at.

Well, the God of Wealth is knocking on the door again.

"Please retrieve my forgotten script from the 'Thai Massage' shop near the North Gate and deliver it to a window seat in the East Reading Room on the third floor of the library. The reward is 25 yuan. Note: Urgent!!! We need it for this afternoon's rehearsal!!! The script has a blue cover with the words 'Thunderstorm' written on it. Don't take the wrong one!!! Three times!!!"

Goodness, three "urgent"s and three exclamation marks—you can practically smell the burning smell of someone's backside on fire even through the screen.

Shen Li's eyes darted around.

25 yuan for just a script; the North Gate is right ahead, not far. This job is like getting a free chicken leg!

He grabbed it in a flash and dashed off towards the north gate.

Thai massage? Shen Li knew this shop; it was located at the very end of that "degenerate street" near the north gate of the school. The sign was a yellowish-brown color with a twisted Thai character printed on it.

There's always incense burning at the entrance that makes your head ache, and the glass door is covered with a frosted film, casting shadows and giving off an illicit, ambiguous vibe.

It's said that the place is full of Thai students working part-time to support themselves, and their methods are so authentic that they can take your old bones apart and then put them back together.

Of course, the prices are also authentic, and genuinely expensive.

People who are penniless like Shen Li would rather take a detour than pass by her, for fear of being burned by her "noble air".

Today, they actually went straight in for 25 yuan.

Pushing open the glass door, a strong scent of lemongrass mixed with peppermint essential oil hit Shen Lixun head-on, almost knocking her over.

A young woman wearing a Thai sarong sat at the front desk. She had a healthy tan, deep-set features, and large, bright eyes like black grapes.

The tube skirt clung tightly to her waist and hips, clearly outlining the curves of her round and pert buttocks. She wore a tight-fitting top, and her full and firm breasts were quite impressive, swaying so much as she stood up that it made one dizzy.

"Sawasdee ka~" The girl clasped her hands together, her smile so sweet it could smack, her voice as soft and sweet as mochi, "Sir, would you like a massage?"

Shen Li quickly waved her hand, her face plastered with that harmless, innocent smile:

"No, no, I'm here to get something. A guest left a script here, blue cover, 'Thunderstorm'."

The girl blinked, turned around, and pulled a blue-covered script from under the counter, handing it to me: "Is this it?"

Shen Li took it and saw two large characters printed on the cover: "Thunderstorm".

Opening the title page, wow, it was covered with annotations, the handwriting neat and beautiful—clearly the work of a diligent student. In the lower right corner of the title page was a signature… “Shu Wu”.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Thanks!" Shen Li thanked her and turned to leave.

Stepping out of the massage parlor and taking a breath of fresh air that wasn't so smoky, I felt alive again.

As he walked toward the library, he habitually flipped open the script, wanting to see what annotations this "Shu Wu" classmate had made.

Wow! You wouldn't believe it until you see it, it's absolutely amazing!

This girl is annotating "Thunderstorm" like a palace intrigue drama?

Next to Zhou Puyuan's classic line, "Your deceased mother, back then..." she wrote a comment: "Classic tactic of an old scumbag: first occupy the moral high ground, then use psychological manipulation. Pshaw."

Next to Fanyi's line, "I hate this family, I hate everything here!", she commented: "Sister, it's good to hate. But just hating isn't enough; you need to make money, then run away and fly high. Isn't that better?"

Next to Zhou Ping's line, "I...I'm sorry...", she wrote two words: "Scumbag."

The part with Sifeng was even more hilariously bad. Sifeng said, "Young Master, I...I'm scared..." Shuwu commented from the side, "What are you scared of! Does being scared make him less of a scumbag? Wake up, sister! Focus on your career! Make money!"

Shen Li was stunned and almost burst out laughing on the roadside.

This isn't "Thunderstorm" at all, it's clearly "Thunderstorm: A Guide to Female Awakening and Avoiding Scumbags"!

This Shu Wu, is he perhaps reading Cao Yu's tragedy as a "guide to scumbags"?

But then again, this angle is fucking tricky, fucking punchy.

Shen Li was engrossed in watching when suddenly the sound of high heels clicking away came from behind her, the rhythm fast and urgent, like a death knell.

He instinctively dodged to the side, and a figure, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, swept past him.

Shen Li looked up.

Hey!