Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 88 I call this appreciation! A purely aesthetic activity!

Yun Yiyi sat in the corner, wearing a black halter dress with a large open back, exposing a large expanse of her smooth, white back to the air. Her spinal groove was deeply recessed, and the contours of her shoulder blades were clear and beautiful. Her butterfly bones swayed slightly as she turned the pages of the script.

The skirt was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs, and her two incredibly long legs, covered in thin black stockings, were crossed together, with her toes hooked on black stilettos and swaying back and forth.

She exudes a cold and aloof aura that says, "Keep away, but you can look down on her."

Today, Chu Yao wore a wine-red satin shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing glimpses of her deep, voluptuous cleavage.

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, and she wore two pearl earrings.

She was adorned with jewels and radiant with beauty; the moment she sat there, the air around her seemed to become three times more luxurious.

Shen Li mentally updated the outfit ratings for the four fairies for the day, but before she could savor them, the dialogue teacher walked in.

Hey!

This teacher is amazing.

It's not the kind of "absolutely stunning" that's beautiful, but the kind of "absolutely"... breathtaking.

She was probably in her forties, wearing a dark green silk cheongsam with a shockingly high slit that almost reached her upper thigh.

As she moved, her two plump thighs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, were faintly visible, the stockings gleaming under the light.

The neckline of the cheongsam was tied neatly, but it couldn't withstand her large figure. The fabric in front of her chest was stretched bulging, and the full curves were magnificent and turbulent.

This teacher, Ms. Hua, doesn't have a slender waist...not the kind that can be easily encircled, but rather the fuller waist typical of middle-aged women.

But paired with her astonishing bust and equally astonishing hips, it creates an extreme visual impact of "large breasts and wide hips".

Her buttocks were taut and rounded by the cheongsam, and with each step she swayed her hips, creating a graceful and charming sight.

Her hair was styled into retro finger waves, revealing her round face and delicate features.

Her face was heavily made up, with bright red lips, slightly upturned eyeliner, and a lazy yet condescending gaze.

She was wearing a pair of black stilettos, the heels were thin and long, like nails, and they tapped on the floor.

When he stood on the podium, he looked exactly like a brothel madam who had walked out of the red-light district of the Republic of China era... no, he was more like a "senior artist".

That confidence of "I was a beauty when I was young," that disdain of "you little brats are still too green," and that world-weariness of "I've seen more of the world than you've seen the world" blend together to create a unique aura.

"Hello students, I am your dialogue teacher, and my surname is Hua."

She spoke, her voice unexpectedly clear and strong, with the distinct articulation of a theatrical actor: "Hua Fengyi."

The classroom was silent for two seconds.

Shen Li's mind raced, labeling this Teacher Hua: Hua Fengyi, a dialogue teacher, in her forties, with a voluptuous figure, her cheongsam slits were outrageously high, she had a powerful aura, and her voice was top-notch. She was clearly a veteran actress, not someone to be fooled.

Hua Fengyi scanned the classroom, her gaze lingering on several girls for a moment... especially on Xiao Zhao's peach-shaped buttocks, Yun Yiyi's long legs in black stockings, and Chu Yao's jeweled jewelry.

That look wasn't one of jealousy or admiration; it was more like an old craftsman examining raw materials.

"The acting department's dialogue class doesn't teach you how to speak."

Hua Fengyi placed her hands on the podium and leaned slightly forward.

This movement caused the neckline of the cheongsam to open slightly, revealing the magnificent view even more clearly, with the bottomless cleavage gleaming delicately under the light.

"It teaches you how to use your voice to bring out the soul of a character."

She paused, her gaze sharpening: "I've heard that your class has quite a few 'talented' people. Good looks, great figures, they're a sight to behold just standing there."

A slight smirk played on her lips, a hint of mockery in her smile. "But acting isn't taking pictures. Lines aren't reciting textbooks. Today I'm going to see if you're truly talented or just have pretty faces."

The atmosphere in the classroom became awkward after those words were spoken. Several girls exchanged glances, while a few boys lowered their heads.

Shen Li inwardly groaned. This Teacher Hua looked like a madam from the Republican era, but was actually a ruthless nun! This class was going to be tough!

"Alright, let's begin." Hua Fengyi picked up the roster. "I'll randomly select two students to come up here and give you a scenario and a line of dialogue. It's an impromptu performance. It will test your voice acting skills, emotional expression abilities, and on-the-spot reaction skills."

Shen Li could clearly feel that Jing Yang's whole body tensed up.

"Holy crap..."

Jing Yang leaned close to Shen Li's ear, lowered his voice, and was almost out of breath.

"Li'er...this Teacher Hua...is amazing...that figure, that charm, she's...she's practically a ripe peach come to life!"

Shen Li rolled her eyes at him: "Young Master Jing, can't you have some self-respect? This is a teacher, not a nightclub girl."

"What do you know!" Jing Yang retorted righteously. "I call this appreciation! A pure aesthetic activity! It has absolutely nothing to do with those filthy thoughts!"

Yang Yi muttered under his breath, "Then why are you swallowing?"

"...Yang Yi, shut up!"

Hua Fengyi stopped, her lazy yet sharp eyes scanning the classroom, her gaze lingering for a second on Jing Yang's Hawaiian shirt. Her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to laugh but held it back.

"That student," Hua Fengyi spoke, her voice clear and bright, each word like a polished jade bead, "Yes, the one wearing the coconut tree. Stand up."

Jing Yang jumped to his feet, his back ramrod straight, and flashed what he thought was his most handsome smile: "Hello, Teacher Hua! I'm Jing Yang! Jing as in scenery, Yang as in soaring!"

Hua Fengyi looked him up and down, her smile deepening.

"Jingyang, your shirt... it's really unique. Coconut trees, pineapples, bright red. Are you here for a dialogue class or a beach party?"

The whole class burst into laughter.

Jing Yang remained completely calm and composed, his face expressionless:

"Teacher Hua, this is an 'emotion-boosting outfit' that I specially prepared. Stanislavski said that an actor's external appearance can affect their internal psychological state. I wear this shirt to keep myself in a passionate, exuberant, and vibrant state at all times!"

Hua Fengyi raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Stanislavski said that?"

"Uh... that's roughly what he said." Jing Yang pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses guiltily.

Hua Fengyi laughed, a laugh tinged with a hint of "I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice."

"Alright, since you're so enthusiastic, you'll be in the first group. Jingyang..." She glanced down at the roster, "You'll be in a group with Li Fei."