Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 113 Don't be a coward when you encounter her, just confront her directly.

It's not that I feel sorry for that round-faced girl... well, a tiny bit. That girl just generously tipped me 20 yuan, and her attitude was a million times better than this shrew's.

More importantly, Zhou Mei's arrogant attitude of "I'm superior just because I wear something worth 38,000 yuan" and Shen Li's obsequious and obsequious behavior towards clients, always addressing them as "Hello, senior sister," are all for the sake of making money.

That's business, nothing shameful. But that doesn't mean he really considers himself a pushover.

Why wouldn't you do a business that's guaranteed to make a profit?

"Excuse me, miss," Shen Li shoved the number plate into her pocket, plastered her face with her signature harmless smile, and strolled over to Zhou Mei. "Your dress is a Chanel early spring collection, isn't it?"

Zhou Mei glanced at him sideways and snorted through her nose, "What? You know too?"

"I know a little, I know a little."

Shen Li's smile remained unchanged, but a hint of mockery flashed in her eyes.

"Chanel's early spring collection does indeed include a fuchsia bodycon skirt. However, that style is from their haute couture line and is only available at their flagship store on Avenue Montaigne in Paris; it's completely unavailable in domestic boutiques. As for the price..."

He clicked his tongue.

"Thirty-eight thousand? That was last year's price. This year it's gone up to forty-two thousand."

Zhou Mei's expression changed slightly.

Shen Li continued, her tone as polite as a waiter reciting a menu: "And that haute couture piece uses an imported Italian cashmere blend, which is characterized by its strong drape and resistance to wrinkles. As for your dress..."

He looked the taut, almost bursting, rose-red fabric up and down, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It's quite elastic, though."

Someone nearby burst out laughing.

Zhou Mei's face flushed red instantly, as if scalded by boiling water. She opened her mouth, wanting to retort, but Shen Li didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Dry cleaning costs eight hundred..." Shen Li clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"Sister, Chanel's haute couture line clothes aren't allowed to be dry-cleaned. If they get dirty, they have to be sent back to the Paris headquarters for hand cleaning and maintenance by the brand's artisans, starting at three thousand yuan per cleaning, with a cycle of three to six months. Your eight hundred yuan... which dry cleaner did you go to? Can you recommend one? I'll go there to wash my socks from now on."

The area in front of the izakaya fell silent instantly. Then, everyone burst into laughter.

Several students in line were laughing so hard they were doubled over. The waiter who had just been scolded covered his mouth and his shoulders were shaking. Even the owner of "A-Qiang Milk Tea" next to them stuck his head out to watch the fun.

The round-faced girl was also stunned. Tears were still on her face, but her expression had changed from "grieved" to "shocked".

Zhou Mei's face changed from red to purple, then from purple to black, like a palette of colors. Her ample bosom rose and fell violently with her rapid breathing, her aura as powerful as a volcano about to erupt.

She opened her mouth, wanting to curse, but Shen Li's explanation was too professional... things like Avenue Montaigne, cashmere blends, and no dry cleaning allowed... she couldn't keep up at all.

"Who...who are you?!" She struggled for a long time before finally managing to utter a sentence, her voice shrill and trembling, like a chicken whose neck had been stepped on.

Shen Li's smile remained unchanged.

"Me? I was just one of the people queuing up. Sister, whether your dress costs 38,000, 42,000, or 380, it's no excuse for you to bully people. Someone brushed against you and apologized. You wouldn't let it go, constantly demanding compensation and even making personal attacks, calling them a 'poor student' and 'never having seen money before'."

His smile faded slightly, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:

"Look at yourself in the mirror. Your entire outfit, from head to toe, is exactly what you'd wear. Should I find you a link to the same style on Taobao? Free shipping, dear."

Zhou Mei completely lost it. She yelled and raised her hand to slap Shen Li.

Shen Li was prepared. He turned slightly to the side, and the slap, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, brushed past his ear and missed.

"You! You wait! I'll remember you!"

Zhou Mei was trembling with anger, her long legs in black stockings beneath her fuchsia pencil skirt shaking. She turned around, her stiletto heels clicking as she ran away, her back view resembling that of a plucked peacock.

The people in line all gave Shen Li a thumbs up. The round-faced girl wiped away her tears, walked up to Shen Li, and said, "Thank you... thank you so much. Just now... I really didn't know what to do..."

"It's nothing." Shen Li waved her hand, reverting to her harmless and innocent smile.

"The more you back down, the more she gets into it. That dress of hers, you can find it on Taobao under the category of 'elegant bodycon skirt,' it'll cost at most 380 yuan. 800 yuan for dry cleaning? That's enough to buy two new ones."

The round-faced girl stopped crying and started laughing. She took out her phone and tipped him another 30 yuan without saying a word. She also added Shen Li on WeChat, saying that she would contact him if she needed any errands to run in the future.

Shen Li happily accepted the money, calculating in her mind: This trip, 60 + 10 + 20 + 30, net profit of 120 yuan. She even managed to show off a bit, teach a show-off a lesson, did some good deeds, felt good, and satisfied with her words—awesome!

More importantly, and most importantly... this is a zero-cost, high-return act. If you win the argument, you're a "righteous hero" who stands up for what's right.

She lost the argument... How could she possibly lose? Just look at Zhou Mei's dress, which was so tight it looked like it was about to burst. You didn't even need to touch it; just by looking at its cheap, reflective surface, you knew it was definitely not the 38,000 yuan item she was talking about.

If he really misjudged the situation, he could simply admit defeat on the spot; he, Shen Li, had no shortage of shame.

He took out his phone and created a new entry for Zhou Mei in the "Beijing Film Academy Fairy Guide":

Zhou Mei, suspected to be a senior in the performing arts department, is arrogant and domineering. She has an SSR figure (a fuchsia bodycon skirt, black stockings, and high heels; her bust is estimated to be D or larger, and her waist-to-hip ratio is astonishing, though it might look like something you'd find on Taobao), negative emotional intelligence, and terrible fighting ability. Tags: Cannon fodder pretentious type. Don't back down if you encounter her; just confront her directly. After that, run away—it's all about the satisfaction.

Shen Li slipped away from the entrance of "Midnight Diner," hands in her pockets, humming a tune, and strolled towards the school with an air of nonchalance.

Around 9 PM, "Degenerate Street" was at its most bustling. The fumes from the barbecue stalls were so strong that people couldn't open their eyes. There were long queues in front of many shops. Several students, their faces flushed from drinking, were arm in arm, belting out an off-key rendition of "I Will Love You Till I Die," like chickens with their necks stepped on.

Shen Li strolled over and turned onto a shortcut back to school.

This road is alright during the day, but it gets a bit creepy at night... Most of the streetlights are broken, and the few remaining ones flicker on and off, like something out of a horror movie.

Shen Li doesn't usually take this route, but she was in a good mood today and too lazy to take the long way. She just wanted to get back to her dorm and lie down to count her money.

Just as I reached the middle of the road, I heard a strange noise coming from ahead.

"No...don't move...stay still...I'm almost there..."

"Hurry up, you fucking idiot! My arms are getting sore!"

"Don't rush me! This thing is sharp!"

Shen Li paused, squinting as she looked ahead.

Shen Li paused, squinting as she looked ahead. Under the only streetlamp still stubbornly resisting, two boys stood there.