Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 141 The Tough Guy Who Came Out of the Recruitment Poster

"What do you know! This is fashion! Fluorescent green, it makes your skin look brighter!"

Jing Yang argued vehemently and even deliberately did a chest-expanding exercise, but his pectoral muscles didn't bulge out; instead, his ribs were clearly visible.

Yang Yi changed into a dark blue tracksuit, which was conventional, loose, and looked comfortable.

He chuckled sheepishly and said, "My mom bought this set at the supermarket for eighty yuan."

Dai Xiao came down from the upper bunk, still dressed like a tech geek... black T-shirt, black sweatpants, black sneakers... all black from head to toe.

But upon closer inspection, Shen Li's eyes nearly popped out: the soles of Dai Xiao's black sneakers were actually glowing!

It's not reflective, it's actively emitting light! With each step, the sole of the shoe flashes a blue light, like stepping on an LED light strip.

"Brother Xiao, what's going on with your shoes?" Shen Li pointed at the pair of glowing shoes.

"Smart running shoes".

Dai Xiao pushed up his glasses.

"With a built-in pressure sensor and Bluetooth module, it can monitor cadence, stride length, landing pattern, and calorie consumption in real time. The data is synced to a mobile app."

He added in a calm tone, "And there's a promotion, with a 50 yuan discount for every 300 yuan spent, plus platform subsidies, so the final price is 217.3 yuan."

Jing Yang: "...You call that even?"

Yang Yi looked on with envy: "Shoes like these? Won't they leak electricity?"

Dai Xiao: "The waterproof rating is IPX4, which is fine for daily sweating and rainy days. However, if the entire shoe is submerged in water for more than ten seconds, the circuit board will short-circuit."

Shen Li gave a thumbs up: "Brother Xiao, your gear is more professional than ours as professional actors. From now on, when we run laps in PE class, you'll be our 512's data center."

After changing their clothes, the four of them marched off to the playground in a grand procession. Their style, demeanor, and disparity in equipment made them a condensed version of the "Beijing Film Academy's Baffling Outfit Showcase for Physical Education Classes."

The September sun had already climbed high in the sky, scorching hot, and the plastic track was giving off a rubbery smell.

On the soccer field, a physical education student wearing a red jersey volleyed a shot, but missed the ball. His shoe flew seven or eight meters, almost hitting a girl passing by.

The girl, wearing a floral sundress, screamed in fright, her skirt billowing as she covered her face and ran away.

The guy playing soccer hopped on one foot to chase his shoe, jumping like a zombie, making the onlookers laugh uproariously.

Beside the track, a girl majoring in broadcasting was recording a video in front of her phone camera.

Wearing a pink sports bra and white shorts, the bra tightly hugged her and rose and fell gently with her breath, revealing glimpses of her abs, and showing off her long, white, straight, and long legs.

As she recorded, she spoke in that cloyingly sweet, whiny voice:

"Family members~ Today marks the 100th day of my morning run challenge~ It's almost 10 o'clock now, but that doesn't matter~ The important thing is to keep going~"

Shen Li glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and thought, "Wow, this woman's 'morning run' was just walking half a lap around the track and then sitting in the stands posing for the camera for twenty minutes."

Morning run? This is called a morning swing.

Further on, near the long jump sandpit, a guy from the directing department was lying in the sandpit, having his roommate take an "artistic photo" of him.

Bare-chested (actually not very muscular), covered in sand, he made a painful, struggling expression, shouting:

"Capture that feeling of despair...being trapped in the desert! Yes! That's the angle! Add a filter in post-production!" Shen

I almost couldn't hold it in.

Filming "desert despair" in a sandpit? This guy and that directing student in the dorm who filmed a bra under a streetlamp must not have been taught by the same professor.

A few people were already scattered around the edge of the playground.

This is the assembly point for students from various departments who come to have physical education classes. Shen Li glanced at the "battle uniforms" of each department, which were a complete mess, a chaotic dance of colors.

The students in the physical education department are the most professional; they all wear tight-fitting, quick-drying clothes, and their muscle lines are incredibly bulging and defined.

Several shirtless men were warming up, their chest, abs, and biceps clearly defined, gleaming bronze in the sunlight, looking quite menacing.

Shen Li thought to herself that these people probably trained even harder than Fang Ying. Although she had trained a little these past few days, she was still just a little chick compared to them.

Students majoring in performing arts clearly pay more attention to their "overall appearance".

Several girls were wearing the latest trendy fitness outfits, their colors so bright they looked like glow sticks.

Some wore dusty rose pink, others wore hazy blue, their tight pants accentuating their perfect waist-to-hip ratio.

Another person wore a white jumpsuit with a large open back, generously displaying a large expanse of smooth, white back, with her shoulder blades gleaming in the sunlight.

Shen Li was terrified... Was this a PE class or a bodybuilding competition?

The directing students dressed in the most "postmodern" style.

They were all wearing oversized hoodies and tapered sweatpants; some wore sunglasses, some wore bucket hats, and a few even had pipe-shaped e-cigarettes in their mouths.

He exudes an artistic aura of "if you're not good at it, make up for it with equipment."

The broadcasting department is undoubtedly the most attractive group on the sports field, especially the girls, each one of them is beautiful, well-proportioned, and has exquisite makeup...

She wore a full face of makeup for PE class, complete with false eyelashes, highlighter, contouring, lipstick, and eyeshadow.

Shen Li witnessed a broadcasting major girl wearing a pink pleated athletic skirt taking out setting powder from her Gucci fanny pack to touch up her makeup, her posture as elegant as if she were backstage at Paris Fashion Week. The wind blew the short skirt, revealing a section of her fair thigh.

When the computer science students arrived, Shen Li almost burst out laughing.

These nerdy guys looked like they'd just been pulled out of a computer lab; they were pale, thin, and dressed in faded, outdated tracksuits that were at least ten years behind the times.

Some T-shirts even have the logo of "XX Technology Company" printed on them, clearly indicating that they are free gifts given away with the purchase of a computer.

They stood together, looking blankly at the group of brightly dressed art students around them, like a flock of quails thrown into a pile of peacocks.

Shen Li chuckled inwardly: These guys' sportswear is probably seeing the light of day for the first time since the physical fitness test for the college entrance examination.

The philosophy department also came, only a few people, dressed similarly to the computer science department, but their expressions were not blank, but calm.

That kind of detached composure, where "the body is on the playground, but the soul is already in the void."

Just as Shen Li was sighing, the assembly whistle blew.

The physical education teacher walked over from the equipment room.

Shen Li looked up and exclaimed, "Wow!"

This teacher is amazing. Not in a way that's "amazingly" handsome, but in a way that's "amazingly"... muscular.

He was probably around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing a black tight-fitting sports T-shirt that was so stretched it looked like he was wrapped in a rice dumpling, and his two huge pectoral muscles stretched the fabric to create two deep cleavages.

His biceps were thicker than Shen Li's thighs, with bulging veins.

His skin was dark and shiny, his jawline was strong and angular, and he had a neat buzz cut, making him look like a tough guy who stepped out of a recruitment poster.

A powerful aura of "back in my military days" emanated from him.

He stood at the front of the line, hands behind his back, feet slightly apart. His posture and uprightness were like a pine tree firmly rooted in the ground.

Those hawk-like eyes swept across the entire room, and wherever his gaze fell, all the whispers and laughter automatically ceased.

Even Jingyang couldn't help but straighten his back.