Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 89: Each one more lethal than the last.

Li Fei stood up. She was a tall girl with a cool and aloof demeanor. Today, she was wearing a black fitted knit top with a perfectly placed V-neck, revealing her delicate collarbone and a hint of cleavage.

She wore gray suit trousers, but her figure was too voluptuous, and the trouser legs were stretched taut by her hips. She walked to the center of the classroom expressionlessly, glanced at Jing Yang, and looked at him as if he were invisible.

Jing Yang took a deep breath, straightened the collar of his "emotion-stimulating suit," and walked up with his head held high.

Hua Fengyi pulled a slip of paper from her lesson plan and read aloud:

"Scene: Entrance to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Character relationships... Jing Yang, you are the husband here to get a divorce. Li Fei, you are the wife here to get a divorce. Core conflict..."

A sly glint flashed in her eyes. "You just finished the divorce proceedings, Jingyang, and you suddenly changed your mind and want to remarry. Li Fei, you've had enough, and you're determined to divorce. Begin."

The classroom erupted in chaos.

Holy crap! The Civil Affairs Bureau! Divorce! Remarriage after backing out! This plot is so damn melodramatic!

Jing Yang was stunned for a moment, then immediately got into character.

He stood in the virtual "entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau", hands in his pockets, head down, toes drawing circles on the ground.

The Hawaiian shirt was dazzlingly bright under the light, its coconut tree and pineapple pattern undulating slightly with his breathing.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at Li Fei... His eyes held three parts regret, three parts resentment, three parts shamelessness, and one part inexplicable grievance.

"Feifei..." he began, his voice hoarse and slightly ingratiating.

"Can we...can we talk about this again? Look, we haven't even had a chance to use the certificate yet. Let's go in again and just exchange the divorce certificate for a marriage certificate. It's a one-stop service, so much easier..."

The whole class burst into laughter.

Li Fei looked at him expressionlessly, her eyes as cold as the winter wind.

She crossed her arms over her chest... This gesture accentuated the full curves of her figure, which were encased in a black knit sweater, and the cleavage beneath the V-neck was faintly visible.

A slight smile played on her lips, her voice cool and tinged with sarcasm: "Jing Yang, that's not what you said when you wanted a divorce."

Jing Yang panicked and stepped forward: "I acted on impulse! Impulsiveness is the devil! Fei Fei, look at my face, do I look like someone who could be the devil?"

Li Fei sneered, "Dressed like this for a divorce, you certainly don't look like a devil. You look like a clown."

The whole class laughed even harder. Yang Yi laughed so hard he was lying on the table, Dai Xiao's lips twitched slightly, and even Yun Yiyi in the corner smiled slightly.

A crack appeared in Jing Yang's "shameless" expression, but it quickly disappeared.

He took a deep breath, and suddenly, with a "thump," he knelt down on one knee... The movement was so large that the hem of his Hawaiian shirt flew up.

"Feifei!"

He tilted his head back, his eyes reddening (he actually managed to squeeze out two tears), his voice choked with emotion.

"I was wrong! The biggest mistake I ever made in my life was signing the divorce papers! Give me one chance! Just one! I promise I'll hand over my entire salary from now on! I'll do all the housework! If you tell me to go east, I'll never go west! If you tell me to eat cilantro, I'll never eat scallions!"

Li Fei looked down, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes... not moved, but more like the helplessness and disgust one feels when looking at a shameless dog.

She was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, her voice still cold:

"Jingyang, you said last week you'd hand over your entire salary, but you secretly saved 500 yuan to buy skins. You said you'd do all the housework, but your socks have been piling up for a month without being washed. You said you wouldn't eat scallions, but yesterday you added a whole spoonful to your hot pot."

Jing Yang: "..."

The "repentant" expression on his face completely crumbled. He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but couldn't utter a single word.

Finally, it drooped its head, like a pug that had been drenched in the rain, and even the coconut tree on its Hawaiian shirt looked dejected.

"Then...then about remarrying...we can discuss it again?" he muttered softly, his confidence completely gone.

Li Fei looked at Jing Yang, her lips twitching slightly, as if she wanted to laugh but held it back.

She turned and walked away without looking back, her long, straight legs swaying gracefully with each step. Her rounded hips, encased in gray suit trousers, swayed with every gait.

Jing Yang knelt on the ground, watching Li Fei leave, his lips trembling, wanting to shout but unable to.

Finally, he slowly stood up, dusted off his knees, straightened the collar of his "emotion-stimulating outfit," and muttered to himself, "Well, at least... this shirt looks pretty good."

The whole class burst into laughter. Shen Li slapped her thigh while laughing, Yang Yi laughed so hard he was slumped over the table, and even Dai Xiao pushed up his glasses, a clear smile playing on his lips.

"Card."

Hua Fengyi called for a stop.

She looked at Jing Yang with amusement in her eyes: "Jing Yang, you played the 'shameless ex-husband' quite well. From fawning to kneeling, from being sentimental to revealing your true colors, you had a good grasp of the rhythm. Especially that last soliloquy, 'The shirt looks nice,' was a stroke of genius."

Jingyang was delighted and straightened his back.

"but……"

Hua Fengyi changed the subject, "Your pronunciation of the lines was terrible. You pronounced 'Impulsiveness is the devil' as 'The cave is the devil.'"

"I mispronounced 'wages all handed over' as 'wages all paid up'... These two words don't sound the same. Go back and practice tongue twisters, starting with 'four is forty is ten.'"

Jing Yang's face fell.

Hua Fengyi then looked at Li Fei: "Li Fei, your cold wife has kept up the good work. But she's too good. She's been on the same wavelength from beginning to end, lacking any variation. True coldness isn't about being expressionless; it's about suppressing your emotions when you're clearly in the mood."

You lacked emotion just now. Give it more, even just a flicker of the eye, a tightening of a finger. Let the audience see what lies beneath your "cold" exterior.

Li Fei nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Shen Li was inwardly amazed. This Teacher Hua's comments were sharp to the core.

The criticisms of Jing Yang's lines and Li Fei's one-dimensional emotions are spot on.

Moreover, she has different requirements for each person... Jing Yang needs to be "controlled", while Li Fei needs to be "let go", teaching according to individual needs.

Hua Fengyi glanced down at the roster: "Next group... Chu Yao. Yun Yiyi."

A commotion broke out in the classroom.

Chu Yao and Yun Yiyi?

These two, one a glamorous, well-connected woman, the other a cool, elegant, and powerful one, usually keep to themselves, but Shen Li had long noticed the subtle "competition" between them. Was Teacher Hua doing this on purpose?

Chu Yao stood up gracefully, her curvaceous figure, accentuated by her satin shirt, fully revealed as she rose. She walked unhurriedly to the center of the classroom, a signature languid smile playing on her lips.

Yun Yiyi also stood up. She wore a black dress and black stockings, a low-cut backless dress, and her shoulder blades gleamed delicately under the light. Expressionless, she walked to the opposite side of Chu Yao, her eyes as cold as the winter wind.

The two stood there, one radiating dazzling glamour with jewels, the other aloof and unapproachable. Their styles were completely different, but each was more captivating than the other.

The air in the entire classroom seemed to freeze.