enjoyebooks Chapter 125 If you're going to pick a fight, at least pick the right person!
Chapter 125 If you're going to pick a fight, at least pick the right person!
Shen Li had just walked down the third-floor staircase and turned the corner, carrying her toolbox.
Then she heard hurried footsteps behind her, accompanied by Xie Shiyun's slightly lazy and magnetic voice: "Shen Li! Slow down!"
Shen Li stopped and looked back.
Xie Shiyun, wearing that black tight-fitting dance practice outfit, chased after him down the stairs, with a large expanse of her back exposed to the air, her spinal groove deeply recessed, and her butterfly bones swaying slightly with each step.
The sweat hadn't completely dried, and it gleamed delicately in the dim light of the corridor.
She walked with a breezy air, her long, straight legs, tightly wrapped in her dance costume, exuding power.
"Senior Xie, you wanted to see me?" Shen Li put on his signature harmless smile. He noticed that Xie Shiyun was carrying a bag that looked like clothes.
Xie Shiyun walked up to him, took a breath, and casually tucked her sweat-dampened hair behind her ear.
"Thank you for getting me out of that situation earlier... Gu Pan has a sharp tongue and she's relentless when she starts arguing. By doing this, you've taken all the blame and put an end to both of them."
Shen Li waved her hand: "Hey, I just said it offhand. That face mask is indeed a cheaper alternative to Senior Tang Tian's, I just mentioned it casually."
He was modest on the surface, but in his heart he was thinking: this dance choreographer had probably come out of his way to thank him for more than just a thank you.
Sure enough, Xie Shiyun handed over the bag she was holding:
"Um... Song Qian mentioned last time that you were helping her with the promotion of 'LiLiRun,' and I was thinking, if our opening dance for the welcome party also needs some logistical support, could we ask you for help too?"
She paused slightly.
"Here's a sample of an opening dance costume. Could you take a look and see if you could add a 'costume rental and pickup' service to your platform? It's too much trouble to go out and rent dance costumes and performance outfits all the time."
Shen Li took the bag, opened it and saw... inside was a bright red dance dress, neatly folded, with a list on top.
He picked it up and glanced at it; it listed the rental address, pick-up and delivery times, and precautions. After reading it, he folded the list neatly and put it in his pocket, then looked up and nodded at Xie Shiyun.
"Thank you, senior. No problem. I can add this service directly to 'LiLiRun'... let's call it 'Performance Costume Replacement'. After all, your dance department has a tight rehearsal schedule, how can you have time to run errands to rent clothes yourself?"
Xie Shiyun's eyes lit up, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Okay, then you help me get this sorted out first. And by the way..."
She hesitated for a moment.
"Could you also register this other matter for me? We're short a backstage assistant for our welcome party, someone to move props and oversee the lighting. It's not a particularly difficult job, but we haven't been able to find a reliable person yet. If you'd like, I can register someone with the student council for you?"
Xie Shiyun leaned against the stair railing, tilting her head slightly to look at Shen Li. Her once spirited eyes now held a hint of expectation, yet also a touch of languor, and a thin layer of sweat clung to her slender neck.
Shen Li started mentally calculating.
The welcome party is a school-wide event. Backstage coordination involves more than just the dance department. The directing, acting, broadcasting, and music departments all need to be coordinated backstage.
What does this mean? It means that Shen Li's "campus intelligence network" can evolve from a single-line network to a full-network coverage overnight.
But his expression remained unchanged, still that of a humble and proper junior: "Thank you for your kind words, senior. I've never done backstage work before, and I'm afraid I won't do it well and cause you trouble."
Xie Shiyun raised an eyebrow: "You really haven't done this before? I heard from Song Qian that you've been helping her with publicity and even acting as Ling Yingying's 'celebrity errand runner'... You've gone to such lengths, is moving props or supervising lighting really that difficult for you? Or do you think it's too beneath you?"
Shen Li almost choked on her words. This senior was way too blunt.
He grinned and said, "It's not that I think it's beneath me, it's that I'm worried you won't trust me. After all, you're the choreographer for the opening dance of the welcome party. If I mess things up backstage, it'll damage your reputation."
Xie Shiyun stared at Shen Li for two seconds, then snorted and tossed her ponytail: "Fine, then you agree. I'll have Song Qian send me your WeChat again later, and I'll send you the process... Oh, by the way..."
She pointed to the bag in Shen Li's hand.
"Please take this dance outfit back and store it for me. Bring it directly to the rehearsal hall tomorrow morning. I won't be staying in the dorm tonight; I'll be practicing all night in the dance studio."
After she finished speaking, she turned to leave. In the instant her bare back turned, Shen Li could see it clearly... The muscle lines on both sides of her spinal groove were smooth and powerful, perfectly matching the explosive and controlled physical state of her body when she danced.
This physique is truly sculpted through hard work and time.
"Senior Sister Xie!" Shen Li called out to her. Xie Shiyun turned around.
Shen Li held up the bag of clothes in her hand: "I see on your list it says 'bright red dance dress.' It'll be delivered to the rehearsal hall tomorrow. Where should I put it? Should I give it to you directly or leave it at the door?"
Xie Shiyun tilted her head and thought for a moment: "I'll leave it in the rehearsal hall's dressing room. Just let me know when you get there, and I'll come out and get it."
He glanced at Shen Li from head to toe, "Don't forget what I just said... This job may not be respectable, but it's reliable. If you can handle it, you'll be the first person we recommend when the student council needs support staff in the future."
After speaking, she strode up the stairs with her long legs encased in her tight-fitting dance costume, her waist swaying slightly, her round and pert buttocks swaying gracefully with each step under the thin dance costume.
A few seconds later, Xie Shiyun's figure disappeared around the corner of the stairs, leaving only a faint scent of jasmine.
Shen Li watched them leave, silently making a note in her memo:
Welcome party backstage support, dance costume delivery to the rehearsal hall tomorrow morning, costume rental and return service, first batch of clients Xie Shiyun.
A new label: Xie Shiyun... Networking is being upgraded. Not only can she reach the dance department, but she can also connect with backstage coordinators for large-scale student union events.
He was carrying his toolbox and was about to continue downstairs when he suddenly remembered something.
Looking down, I saw that the wrench I had borrowed from Xiong Rui's dormitory was gone from the inner pocket of the toolbox, leaving only an empty nylon sleeve.
"broken."
Shen Li instantly replayed the scene in her mind: when she was changing the gasket in 406, she placed the wrench on the tiled counter next to the sink.
Later, Gu Pan started acting sarcastic and sarcastic. He was busy responding and countering her moves. When he left, he casually closed the toolbox, leaving the wrench behind.
Shen Li sighed and turned to walk back.
He climbed back to the fourth floor, but as soon as he reached the door of room 406, which was ajar, the door exploded again before he could even raise his hand to knock.
"Who are you calling a gym employee who opens bottle caps?! Lu Manman, you fucking explain yourself!"
This was Gu Pan's voice; she was clearly still angry about Shen Li's teasing remark earlier.
Next came Lu Manman's languid voice, yet every word of it could precisely pierce one's lungs:
"It wasn't me who said that, it was the repairman. If you're going to pick a fight, pick on the right person. Why are you yelling at me?"