Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 101 The whole class burst into laughter

Teacher Yan placed the lesson plan on the podium and glanced at the whole class.

"Everyone come up and imitate the person you're observing. There's no time limit, but the audience should be able to immediately recognize who you're imitating, and they should be able to discern that person's personality, profession, and lifestyle. The more detailed, the better."

A commotion broke out in the classroom. Everyone began to prepare.

Jing Yang was the first to raise his hand. He walked onto the stage with his head held high and cleared his throat.

Then, he suddenly collapsed... his shoulders slumped, his neck stretched forward, his eyes were unfocused, and a faint, silly smile lingered on his lips.

He scratched his head, picked his nose, and then started looking around, his eyes darting around as if searching for something.

The whole class burst into laughter. Isn't that the old man who sells roasted sweet potatoes outside our school?

Jingyang then mimed taking a sweet potato out of a virtual stove, fiddling with his hands while hissing as if afraid of getting burned.

He handed the "sweet potato" to a virtual customer, bowing and scraping, a fawning smile plastered on his face.

Teacher Yan nodded:

"Jingyang, your observations are very meticulous. Especially that 'fear of being burned' gesture and 'ingratiating' smile, you captured the state of the working class very accurately. But the nose-picking gesture is too much, it's a bit distracting. Cut it in half, and the effect will be better."

Jing Yang stepped off the stage with a smug look on his face.

The next few students took turns performing. Some imitated the cafeteria ladies, some imitated the librarians, some imitated the deliverymen... each with their own unique style.

When it was Chu Yao's turn, she gracefully walked onto the stage.

Today I wore a pale yellow silk slip dress with two thin straps hanging on my round, fair shoulders. The neckline was just right, revealing my delicate collarbone and a patch of snow-white skin.

The dress was made of thin, clinging fabric that perfectly accentuated her hourglass figure.

She stood on the stage, not in a hurry to begin. First, she adjusted the non-existent "jewelry," then tossed her hair.

Then he slightly raised his chin, his eyes becoming lazy and condescending, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile that was not quite a smile.

She virtually picked up a "phone," looked at the screen, then frowned and said in a disdainful tone, "Is this all the new designs for this season? Has the designer run out of ideas?"

The class was silent for two seconds, then burst into enthusiastic applause and laughter.

Isn't this just her imitation?! No, it's her type... a jewel-adored, arrogant rich girl!

But Chu Yao's brilliance lies in the fact that she doesn't portray "flaunting wealth," but rather the weariness of "having seen everything and finding nothing special." This weariness is far more sophisticated than simply flaunting wealth.

Teacher Yan rarely showed an approving smile:

"Chu Yao, you have a very keen eye. You didn't just focus on the surface 'wealth,' but you grasped the 'spiritual emptiness that comes after material abundance.' Especially that 'weary' look in your eyes, it was spot on."

Chu Yao smiled sweetly and gracefully stepped off the stage.

When it was Yun Yiyi's turn, she walked onto the stage expressionlessly.

Today she wore a black turtleneck fitted knit top, black leather pants, and black Doc Martens boots.

Her entire body was black from head to toe, with only her cold and beautiful face and a pair of fair hands visible.

The tight-fitting knit top perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, while the taut leather pants highlighted the stunning curves of her round, perky buttocks.

She stood on the stage and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then she lowered her head slightly, clasped her hands in front of her, and slightly tucked her shoulders in. Her entire aura changed from a cold and aloof mature woman who was "unapproachable" to a timid working woman who was "cautious and afraid of making mistakes".

She virtually walked to a "workstation" and sat down. Then she started "typing" quickly, but every few seconds she would look up at the front, her eyes filled with tension and ingratiation.

After finishing typing a page, he virtually picked up the "document," stood up, walked to a virtual "leader," bowed, and handed it over with both hands, his voice low: "Mr. Zhang, here is the document you requested."

Then she stood there, her hands hanging at her sides, her head slightly bowed, not daring to breathe.

After waiting a few seconds, seemingly receiving approval from his "boss," a relieved smile appeared on his face as he returned to his "workstation" and continued "typing."

The entire class fell silent.

Who the hell is this imitating? It's the millions of working-class people just starting their careers!

They are those "invisible people" who, in the eyes of the aloof and mature Yun Yiyi, might not even get a second glance!

Yun Yiyi chose to observe a character who was completely opposite to herself, and she portrayed that "humble", "nervous", and "cautious" state very vividly.

Teacher Yan was silent for a few seconds, then slowly nodded:

"Yun Yiyi, you captured the core states of 'timidity' and 'ingratiation,' especially the action of 'bending down to hand over the documents' and the 'relieved' smile, which were very expressive. Keep it up."

Yun Yiyi nodded slightly and stepped off the stage expressionlessly.

It was Shen Li's turn.

He took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. The whole class looked at him with expectant eyes.

After all, everyone still vividly remembers Shen Li's imitation of a "fitness newbie" and a "distraught family member" last time.

Shen Li stood on the stage, closed his eyes, and began to replay Lan Xiu's every move in his mind. Then, he opened his eyes.

His entire aura changed instantly.

He slightly raised his chin, his gaze turning cold and possessing a condescending, scrutinizing quality. His lips were slightly pursed, exuding an air of authority without anger.

She virtually stepped out of a "luxury car," first adjusting a non-existent "shirt collar" with an elegant yet slightly deliberate gesture.

Then, she took out a "lipstick" from her virtual "bag" and touched up her makeup in front of the virtual "car window." After pursing her lips to make sure it was perfect, she put the "lipstick" away.

Throughout the entire process, he acted as if no one else was around, exuding a powerful aura.

Then, stepping on virtual "high heels," she walked forward with a "clack-clack-clack" sound. Her steps were neither hurried nor slow, her waist swayed gently, and her hips moved naturally.

The virtual "bodycon skirt" accentuated her "peach buttocks," which swayed gracefully with her steps, while two virtual "long, black-stockinged legs" stepped out alternately, creating a strong sense of rhythm.

As he approached the virtual "entrance to the teaching building," a virtual "boy" accidentally blocked his way.

He stopped, tilted his head slightly, and glanced at the "boy" with a cold, slightly disdainful look. With just one glance, the virtual "boy" obediently stepped aside.

The whole class burst into laughter. Jing Yang laughed so hard he slapped the table, Yang Yi laughed so hard he couldn't get up from the table, and even Yun Yiyi in the corner had a clear smile on her face.

Xiao Zhao laughed so hard her body trembled, her full breasts, encased in a pale yellow halter top, heaved violently, and tears welled up in her eyes from laughing.

Chu Yao smiled too, but her smile held a deeper meaning. She recognized her... Shen Li was imitating her cousin, Lan Xiu.

Shen Li continued his performance. He walked into the virtual "classroom" and sat down. He crossed his legs, his toes hooking around the virtual "high heels" and swaying back and forth.

Then he took out his virtual "phone" and started scrolling. As he scrolled, he frowned slightly and said in a lazy yet slightly disdainful tone, "The quality of this year's freshmen is getting worse and worse."

The whole class burst into laughter.