Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 117 immediately enters "Proxy Mode".

Shen Li's eyes swept over like searchlights...

Xiao Zhao was sitting by the window in the front row, flipping through a book. She was wearing a cream-colored knitted cardigan over a black camisole with a neckline that was just right, revealing her delicate collarbone and a patch of fair, smooth skin.

She wore a dark blue denim pencil skirt that was very tight, making her round and perky peach-shaped buttocks even more noticeable as she sat down.

Two long legs were wrapped in thin flesh-colored stockings, crossed at an angle, with slender and delicate ankles, and a pair of beige stiletto sandals on her feet.

When Shen Li came in, Xiao Zhao's eyes lit up, and she waved her small, white hand with a smile.

Shen Li pretended not to see it and quickly moved to the back of the line.

In the middle, Chu Yao was chatting with a few girls. She was wearing a burgundy silk shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a deep, magnificent cleavage that gleamed delicately under the light.

She tucked the hem of her shirt into a pair of black wide-leg pants, but her figure was so tall that the wide-leg pants looked like they were hugging her hips.

Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful swan neck. Two pearl earrings adorned her ears, swaying gently with each turn of her head. She was radiant and dazzling, and the air around her seemed to grow more luxurious just by sitting there.

A few rows further back, Yun Yiyi sat alone in a corner. A black turtleneck sweater accentuated her curvaceous figure. She wore taut black leather pants.

Two long legs wrapped in thin black stockings were crossed together. She was looking down at her phone, expressionless, exuding a cold and aloof aura that said, "Keep away, but you can kneel down and look at me."

After scanning around, I finally found Jiang Li in the corner by the window on the far left of the classroom.

Jiang Li wore a dark gray sports vest, not the loose-fitting kind, but a tight-fitting, tank top style, which tightly wrapped her upper body curves sculpted by years of dance training.

Her shoulders were straight, her collarbones were defined, and her chest was full and upright—not in an exaggerated, undulating way, but rather perfectly rounded and firm, full of elasticity, rising and falling gently with her breath.

She wore black high-waisted yoga pants that accentuated her waist and hip curves, highlighting her smooth thigh muscles, long and straight calves, and slender ankles.

He sat there with his back ramrod straight, neither playing on his phone nor whispering to others. He had a notebook open in front of him, a pen in his hand, and his expression was as focused as if he were about to take the college entrance exam.

Shen Li withdrew her gaze and walked towards the last row, near the corner.

This is a great spot! It's against the wall, facing the entire classroom, with a wide field of vision. It's a good position to be both offensive and defensive, and the teacher won't be able to see your face clearly when taking attendance. It's practically the "chosen spot for slacking off."

Jingyang and Yangyi were already seated in the front row... Jingyang was quite diligent today, taking the initiative to come to class.

Wearing his signature flashy printed shirt, his hair was styled as if it had just been blown up by firecrackers, and he was excitedly boasting to Li Fei next to him about something.

Yang Yi sat obediently in the third row, his notebook open and pen in hand, looking every bit the model student.

Dai Xiao didn't come. This guy never attends elective courses. In his words, "I've already read through the syllabus and past exam questions for the film history course. The opportunity cost of sitting in the classroom for an hour and a half is too high. I'd rather write a few more lines of code in my dorm."

Shen Li sat down and took out her gear from her bag: a black baseball cap, a pair of non-prescription glasses, and a plaid shirt that was completely different from her usual style.

He put on a hat and glasses, changed into a plaid shirt, and looked at himself in front of his phone's front camera... Well, even his own father, who's been flirting in America, might not recognize him at first glance.

Today I had five customers who acted as proxies. They were all regulars from my class and the directing department. Each person paid twenty yuan, so I made a net profit of one hundred yuan per class, enough to buy several meat-filled meals.

Shen Li wrote down the names, last digits of the student ID numbers, and voice characteristics of these five people in her memo, and reviewed her "voice-changing scheme" design once again.

Client A: Low, slightly hoarse voice. Client B: Nasal accentuation, honest and simple. Client C: Rapid speech, like a machine gun. Client D: High-pitched voice, with a hint of a hoarse voice. Client E: Strong voice, as if trained in bel canto.

Shen Li practiced voice changing twice in front of the phone's front camera, which attracted the attention of a directing student next to her, whose eyes were full of "What is this person doing?"

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a voice actor before?" Shen Li replied without changing her expression, put away her phone, and entered "battle mode".

The school bell rang.

The film history teacher walked in. Shen Li looked up and exclaimed, "Wow!"

This teacher is amazing.

It's not the kind of "absolutely stunning" good-looking, but the kind of "absolutely stunning"... stylish.

He was probably in his fifties, wearing a faded Zhongshan suit, the buttons fastened meticulously, and the collar slightly frayed.

He was slender, with a straight back, walked with a brisk pace, and had a steady stride.

His hair was gray, neatly parted in a 3/7 style, and his face was etched with deep wrinkles. But his eyes were bright and piercing, sharp as a scalpel, and when they swept across the classroom, they seemed to be able to rip out the souls of everyone.

He wasn't holding a lesson plan, just a piece of chalk.

He stood on the podium, glanced around the classroom, and spoke in a clear, resonant voice, not loud but full of energy, with the distinctive, articulate tone of an old-school scholar:

"Hello students, I am your film history teacher. My surname is Mu, Mu Yuan."

The classroom was silent for two seconds.

Mu Yuan placed the chalk on the podium, braced his hands on the desk, and leaned slightly forward. His sharp eyes swept across the entire class.

"Film history class isn't about teaching you to memorize dates, remember names, or count box office numbers. It's about teaching you... how to watch movies."

His voice deepened slightly:

"Some people watch a movie for the spectacle, while others appreciate its nuances. The spectacle comes from the special effects, stars, and plot. The nuances come from the mise-en-scène, composition, lighting, and pacing. My course only covers the nuances. If you want the spectacle, turn left and leave. Goodbye."

The atmosphere in the classroom became awkward after those words were spoken. Several students who were looking down at their phones quietly put them back in their pockets, and the few who were whispering fell silent.

Shen Li secretly groaned in her heart.

This Teacher Mu looks like an old scholar, but he's actually the grandmaster of Abbess Miejue! This class is going to be tough!

But then I thought... Film history class, talking about movies, is related to the acting major. If I listen carefully, I can learn something real; if I don't listen well, I can still get some credits.

Besides, this teacher may look strict, but the stricter the teacher, the more focused they are on the content of the lecture, and they don't care much about who is in the audience or who isn't.

Taking attendance for someone might actually be safer under the supervision of a "focused" teacher.

"Alright, let's start taking attendance now." Mu Yuan picked up the roster, put on his reading glasses, and began reading the names.

Shen Li took a deep breath and immediately entered "proxy mode".

The first three names passed smoothly. Every time he raised his hand, he would change his voice and posture, striving to "present a thousand faces in one person".