After Lin Yu and the other two found seats and sat down, Elder Chi’s jealousy was just beginning to flare up!
What had happened before was merely the appetizer before the main course, mostly the boys making a ruckus, with hardly any girls involved.
But as soon as Lin Yu took his seat, the girls from the Film Academy—who preferred to work solo—started making their moves one by one.
The girl at the front table handed over half a bag of potato chips, praising Lin Yu’s performance nonstop.
They chatted and laughed while giving their reviews, even urging Lin Yu to try the new flavor of Lay’s.
Lin Yu responded politely but restrained, not daring to take a single chip!
What kind of status did he have?
Eating a bag of chips with a girl in front of Elder Chi?
If he actually ate them, would they still be Lay’s?
Wouldn’t that just be a funeral?
Only now did Lin Yu realize that Lv Rou wasn’t the only high-level player in the class.
The “half-bag of chips” little trick was truly brilliant!
Just as one wave died down, another big one came crashing in.
The girl sitting one seat away pressed her shapely body flat against the table, trying hard to lean toward Lin Yu’s side, determined to drag him into the “Film Academy Karaoke Group.”
She even belted out a couple of lines of “Washing Seaweed,” mimicking Lin Yu’s singing style on stage.
After a bunch of classmates finished singing, they weren’t satisfied yet—they put on serious faces, imitated Lin Yu’s cosplay character, and delivered the line, “It’s not me who’s wrong, it’s this world!”
Lin Yu forced a smile the whole time: “…”
Someone was imitating my face, and now they’re copying my expressions too?
Setting aside how awkward that was—
Didn’t anyone notice that Chi Qingshui, sitting across from them, was about to lose control of his expression management?
But it wasn’t over yet!
The girl with the airy bangs at the back patted Lin Yu’s shoulder and started chatting about whether he wanted to join their group.
She kept saying things like “plenty of beauties,” “a different partner every day,” and “you’re the only guy here with a backbone…”
Decadence and moral decay!
Couldn’t they just talk about this over WeChat?
Why put it out in the open like this?
How was he supposed to respond?
Lin Yu managed to tactfully handle all these advances and glanced sideways at Elder Chi.
Since the first person had approached Lin Yu, she seemed to be fiddling with her phone the whole time.
Lin Yu even thought she might be sending him a message.
But after waiting a while, no phone rang.
When Lin Yu glanced over again, he was shocked to discover…
Elder Chi was actually jotting down names in her notes app?!
Lin Yu: “…”
A Death Note? Writing down names to make them disappear?
Elder Chi, you don’t even need to remember names!
While waiting for the teacher to arrive,
it wasn’t just the scheming classmates coming over to talk—an old familiar friend appeared too!
“The teacher will be here soon. Everyone, please label your USB drives for handing in assignments.”
“I’m collecting them now, so all groups get ready.”
“And for the mini-term microfilm shoot groups, if you’ve already formed your teams, you can report them to me as well.”
Class monitor Shi Yanhai said weakly from the front of the room.
Then he started collecting USB drives group by group, tallying up the current group formations.
Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian were sitting quite far from Lin Yu and the others.
Hearing Shi Yanhai’s announcement gave them a reason to move closer, so they switched seats with two classmates behind Xiao Chi.
Lv Rou said, “Qingshui, Qingchi, Lin Yu, thanks for letting the two of us join you.”
Wu Chuntian: "Yeah, yeah, otherwise we really wouldn’t know who to team up with."
The two of them leaned in, first expressing their thanks to the three of them.
Lv Rou spoke quite well.
Elder Chi put the bigger and smaller roles upfront, emphasizing the "power hierarchy" within the group.
They were practically putting them on a pedestal, and Chi Qingshui felt a thousand regrets swirling in her heart, though she had to keep them well hidden for now.
She turned around and faced Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian, saying:
"Rou Rou, Chuntian, welcome to our group."
"If you hadn’t reached out to us, we’d probably still be worrying about who to team up with."
"Who knows, if we ended up last, we might even get split up."
Lin Yu stayed silent the whole time, quietly listening to the girls chatting.
The polite back-and-forth of mutual compliments was handled just as smoothly by Elder Chi.
This feeling of being the laid-back manager in the group, only stepping up at crucial moments, actually wasn’t bad.
"Qingshui, is your group’s USB drive for the assignment ready?"
Shi Yanhai walked over, noticing they were still chatting, and had no choice but to ask.
In his mind, he thought it would be best if they just grabbed the USB and left without talking.
Chi Qingshui heard the voice and looked back at Lin Yu.
The USB wasn’t in her hands—it had always been with Lin Yu.
She had been feeling annoyed earlier because there were so many girls around, but seeing Shi Yanhai approach made her think of what happened yesterday.
Her gaze toward Lin Yu was no longer as resolute as before.
Lin Yu took out the USB and handed it to Shi Yanhai, saying:
"Class monitor, our group is set. There are five of us."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu gestured around.
He included both Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian.
Seeing the two of them join Lin Yu’s small group, Shi Yanhai was momentarily stunned.
Usually,
he got along quite well with Lv Rou.
Otherwise, how could he have helped her get those internal movie tickets?
Whenever there were multiple people forming groups, Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian’s entire dorm would usually come knocking first at Shi Yanhai’s dorm.
Since one group couldn’t fit that many people, they often split into two groups.
It was lively and they could help each other out.
But now…
Lv Rou and Wu Chuntian actually came to Lin Yu?
The crushing feeling of defeat rose again in Shi Yanhai’s heart.
There was nothing he could say now; he could only nod and register the five names.
"Class monitor, about borrowing the equipment, we’ll need to trouble you later."
"Our group should be able to finalize the shooting schedule soon, and then…"
"Wu Chuntian will get in touch with you about which days we need to borrow what equipment."
Lin Yu wasn’t trying to deliberately pick on Shi Yanhai or push him to the limit.
He simply had no other choice.
To use the school’s equipment, it had to go through the class monitor’s tally and be reported to the equipment supervisor.
Not only did they need to list the items, but also the times they would be used.
The groups who submitted their forms earlier would get to use the equipment sooner.
Wu Chuntian’s eyes lit up the moment she was suddenly called on.
With Chi Qingshui in the group, it was surprising that she was the one tasked with coordinating the equipment?
Even if Chi Qingshui wasn’t handling it, shouldn’t it have been Lv Rou’s turn?
She was at most an invisible presence within the team.
Such an "important" task was actually handed over to her?
Lin Yu really...
trusted her that much!
If this isn’t interesting, then what is?
...
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