msmithbooks Chapter 139 When it comes to course selection, you have to compare prices from at least three differ
Chapter 139 When it comes to course selection, you have to compare prices from at least three differ
The pink-haired hottie burst out laughing.
With that laugh, her body trembled, and the waves of her breasts, encased in her tight T-shirt, heaved violently, causing Shen Li to quickly fix her gaze on her face.
The glossy, full black lip gloss has a cool yet sweet contrast that's both endearing.
"You're quite honest, aren't you?" she snorted, then changed the subject.
"However, your statement that 'it's inappropriate for a man like me to interrupt' actually reveals your true attitude."
Shen Li froze.
"It's not that you're afraid to comment, it's that you're too lazy to comment. You actually think this argument is meaningless and a waste of time. But you don't say anything, afraid of offending people. So you use 'not wanting to cause trouble' as an excuse to absolve yourself." She raised an eyebrow. "Am I right?"
Shen Li: "..."
This time, there's really no arguing. This woman looks like a punk babe, but she's actually incredibly sharp-tongued.
He was silent for a moment, then laughed. It wasn't the harmless, fake laugh he'd given before; instead, it carried a hint of helplessness at having his true feelings exposed.
"Senior, what do you study? Psychology?"
"Modern dance," the pink-haired stunner said, raising her chin. "Minoring in sociology."
Shen Li nodded and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome. You're right. I was just too lazy to comment earlier. Because I really felt that you two were arguing about things on completely different levels."
He paused, his tone becoming less teasing and more serious:
"She's arguing about the right and wrong of women's consciousness, while you're arguing about the freedom of individual practice. You're on different levels, how can you possibly reach a conclusion?"
It's like you're desperately trying to prove to her that you're not dancing for men, but she doesn't deny that it's your freedom; she just doubts whether you know what you're doing.
In your back-and-forth, you both ended up going outside the other person's preconceived notions, so there was no real focus of discussion.
The pink-haired stunner remained silent for a moment, lost in thought.
The streetlights on the side of the road flickered for a moment, then returned to normal, illuminating her firm calves and the thin chain hanging from her work pants.
"My name is Xia Ran. Ran as in burning." She suddenly spoke. "You were quite good at dodging today. But you didn't really take sides randomly either."
Shen Li was about to reply when she had already walked away. Her pink pigtails swayed in the night, and her slender waist swayed under her tight T-shirt.
Shen Li put her hands in her pockets and watched that cool and dashing figure disappear at the crossroads. The evening breeze blew by, carrying a faint fragrance.
He took out his phone, opened the notes app, and created two new entries in the "Beijing Film Academy Fairy Encyclopedia".
A bespectacled, mature woman (name unknown), possibly a senior student in broadcasting or journalism, wearing a chiffon blouse, bodycon skirt, stockings, and stilettos, with an SSR figure (bust size estimated at D), exuding a combination of academic and career-oriented charm.
She advocates "anti-objectification," and her debating style is rational but aggressive. Tag: Don't mention "thick waist" in front of her; it's like a nuclear button.
Xia Ran, majoring in modern dance and minoring in sociology, has an SSR+ figure (tight T-shirt revealing ample bosom, clear abs, and a waist so thin it could be grasped in one hand), cherry blossom pink twin ponytails, black lips, cargo pants and Martin boots, a punk hot girl type.
She advocates for "freedom of dress," has an extremely keen eye for people, and is always right on the spot. Tags: High IQ and high fighting skills; don't try to outsmart her, you'll be exposed on the spot.
Finally, Shen Li added a note:
Today's argument ended with both of them attacking me. This proves that conflicts between feminists are temporary, but when it comes to attacking men, they can instantly reach a consensus. Remember that.
Then he looked up at the night sky, tinged with a dark purple by the neon lights, and muttered to himself:
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend... and my best friend's enemy is also my friend... Forget it, I can't afford to mess with either of them..."
My phone vibrated.
He took it out again and saw it was a WeChat message from Guo Xiaoxiao, her tone urgent and demanding:
"Junior Shen Li! Don't be late for hot pot this Saturday! I've been craving the new tripe from 'Burning Life' for days!" followed by a drooling emoji.
Shen Li immediately replied: "Received. Saturday night at 7 pm, the table is reserved, as usual, just give me your phone number when you arrive."
Guo Xiaoxiao replied instantly: "Reliable! I'll give you an extra chicken leg!"
Then I transferred 200 yuan. I told them it was a prepayment for next week's hot pot.
Shen Li happily accepted it and hummed a little tune as she strolled back to her dormitory.
Early the next morning.
"Ring ring ring ring..."
The alarm clock howled like a death knell, and Shen Li jumped out of bed with a start.
He instinctively grabbed the sports T-shirt and was about to put it on when he suddenly froze halfway through.
Wait... I don't have to go to the playground to be tortured by that she-devil Fang Ying today.
Last night, Shen Li sent Fang Ying a WeChat message, the wording of which was incredibly humble, incredibly sincere, and incredibly implied that "any more practice would be fatal":
"Sister Fang Ying, there is a PE class tomorrow morning. I'm worried that I won't be able to keep up with two rounds of exercise. I'll ask to skip morning exercises for a day and make up for it the day after tomorrow."
Fang Ying replied with two words: "Approved," followed by a cold period.
Shen Li stared at that period for a long time, managing to read the murderous intent in a punctuation mark that said, "I can tell you're slacking off."
But whatever. My leave request was approved!
After taking off the half-worn T-shirt, Shen Li threw it onto the bed, leaned back, and comfortably sprawled back into the covers.
The morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, warm and cozy. The warmth of my body still lingered in the blankets, making it incredibly comfortable and pleasant. It made me feel like "life was worth living."
"Li'er, aren't you going to practice today?"
Jingyang poked his messy head out from the top bunk, his face covered with that bamboo charcoal mask that "supposedly dissolves when rinsed with water," making him look as dark as an African mole come to life.
Shen Li closed her eyes, her tone as euphoric as a cat that had just inhaled catnip.
"I have PE class this morning. I can't let Fang Ying torture me and then get whipped by the PE teacher, can I? I'm not made of iron."
"Physical education class?... "
Jing Yang froze for a moment, then sat up with a yell, his face mask almost cracking open. "Holy crap, we have PE today?! I completely forgot! What did you choose for PE this semester?"
"Physical training," Shen Li said lazily.
"Physical training?!"
Jing Yang's voice cracked, "Isn't that a course only those freaks in the physical education department would choose? You, a performing arts student, chose physical training? Did Fang Ying kick you in the head?"
"You don't know anything."
Shen Li opened one eye, a signature calculating smile curling at the corner of her lips.
"When it comes to course selection, you have to compare prices and calculate carefully. Before the start of the semester, I thoroughly reviewed all the elective courses in the academic affairs system."
Tai Chi is too slow; it doesn't suit my decisive personality. Basketball and soccer are too intense; those PE students are like animals—trying to take the ball from them is just asking for trouble. Yoga…”
He paused, his eyes darted around, and a signature calculating smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
"Yoga is pretty good. I almost chose it. Just think, in a yoga class, you lie down, take deep breaths, and hear 'Relax your toes,' how comfortable is that?"
Moreover, there are many girls in yoga classes. When they sit there, the whole room is filled with tight yoga pants. Their waist-to-hip ratio and abs are a feast for the eyes and a vibrant sight.
But then I thought about it again, and realized it wouldn't work. Yoga, while it looks easy, actually requires a very high level of flexibility.
With my old, frail arms and legs, I almost died from leg stretches in my last posture class. Wouldn't I be used as a negative example in yoga class? What if the teacher makes me do a split right there? Where would I put my face then?