Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 52 But I'm in a really fucking good mood.

Shen Li smiled. He had been waiting for this question.

"That's a good question, Xiao Ge." He held up one finger. "First, we have a 'first-mover advantage.' In the niche market of Beijing Film Academy, we are the first to try it. As long as we move fast enough and cultivate user habits, it will be much more costly for latecomers to try to poach our talent."

He raised his second finger:

"Secondly, we have a 'campus barrier.' The Beijing Film Academy is a relatively closed circle, and there is a natural foundation of trust among students. Our delivery personnel are all current students who have undergone real-name authentication and student ID verification."

Off-campus platforms can't do that. A delivery person from another school trying to deliver a package to the Beijing Film Academy can't even find the dormitories. Our people, on the other hand, can find Building 7, Room 609 with their eyes closed.

He raised his third finger:

"Third, and most importantly... we have 'Beijing Film Academy's unique services.' These highly customized services, such as roll call, seat reservation, rehearsing lines, and physical instruction, are simply not offered by general platforms."

Because they don't understand the Beijing Film Academy, they don't understand the real needs of art school students. But we do understand. Because we are students of the Beijing Film Academy.

After Shen Li finished speaking, the dormitory was quiet for two seconds.

Then Jing Yang led the applause: "Holy crap! President Shen! Your strategic analysis is such a waste of your talent that you're not doing a roadshow in Zhongguancun!"

Yang Yi also clapped, his face full of admiration.

Dai Xiao nodded, a rare occurrence: "Logically consistent. It's feasible."

Shen Li waved her hand, feigning humility:

"Alright, alright, stop flattering me. Let's get to work. Xiao-ge, get the technical aspects in order. Jing-shao, get a detailed script for the promotional plan out by this week and send it to me for review. Yang-yi, start working on the customer service scripts and after-sales process, especially the complaint handling mechanism; this is very important."

The three responded in unison.

Shen Li then remembered something: "Oh right, we also need to decide on a slogan. We'll print it on the homepage of the mini-program."

Jingyang raised his hand: "Run with every grain, run towards a wonderful life!"

Yang Yi: "'LiLiRun, your campus assistant.'"

Dai Xiao: "'Grain by Grain Run V1.0'"

Shen Li: "...You guys are all so touching. Fine, I've made up my mind."

He cleared his throat and said, enunciating each word clearly: "Your needs, I will fulfill."

The dormitory was quiet for two seconds.

Jing Yang: "...Shen Li, are you fucking sure this isn't some kind of shady website's slogan?"

Yang Yi blushed.

Dai Xiao adjusted his glasses: "From a communication perspective, this statement is ambiguous and may lead to inappropriate associations. But from a memorability standpoint, it is indeed easier to remember than 'campus assistant'."

Shen Li chuckled: "That's exactly the effect we wanted. Ambiguity creates topics. Topics lead to dissemination. We internet people aren't afraid of being criticized, we're afraid of being ignored."

Jing Yang gave him a thumbs up: "You're got a real brain...you're a pro...but I like it."

Just then, Shen Li's phone vibrated. She took it out and saw it was a WeChat message from Xiao Zhao.

"Shen Li, what are you doing? [Cute]"

Shen Li stared at the message, her mind racing.

Xiao Zhao has a peach-shaped bottom and a sweet voice. She appears innocent and sweet, but in reality, she is good at "raising fish".

The script from the last acting class, about a "simp secretly in love with a goddess," was easily defused by him with the twist of "a brother pursuing her on his behalf."

It's only been a few days since things calmed down, and the fairies are attacking again?

After thinking for a moment, Shen Li replied, "I'm discussing startup projects with my roommates in the dorm. I'm so busy I'm practically running around like a headless chicken. [laughing and crying emoji]"

After sending it, he immediately added:

"By the way, Xiao Zhao, our 'LiLiRun' app is about to go into closed beta testing. We'd love for you to be one of the first users to try it out. We have a 'rehearsal service,' so you can just order a rehearsal with a partner directly through the app. It's super convenient."

Xiao Zhao replied after a while: "Okay, I'll definitely support you then. [Cute] Did you personally take on that 'rehearsal substitute' job?"

Shen Li stared at the sentence and discerned several layers of meaning.

Was she testing whether he would "personally serve" her? ...Or was she hinting at something?

With a smirk, she replied, "Not necessarily. Our platform has many excellent delivery drivers; you can take your time to choose. But for your order, Xiao Zhao, I'll definitely assign it to the student with the highest rating. [Grinning face]"

They neither agreed nor refused, passing the buck back to the "platform rules."

Furthermore, by referring to "the student with the highest score," he implied that "I value your application very much," while maintaining a distance.

Xiao Zhao replied with an "okay" emoji and said nothing more.

Shen Li put down his phone and let out a long sigh. This woman is truly persistent. It seems she's determined to get her hands on this "Tang Monk's flesh" (a metaphor for a tempting prey).

Jing Yang leaned closer to take a look, his face full of gossip: "Was it Xiao Zhao who was looking for you? Shen Li, what's your relationship? Why does she keep contacting you?"

"We're classmates, what else could we be?" Shen Li said expressionlessly.

"Tch~ Why doesn't she contact me when we're just classmates?" Jingyang's face was full of disdain.

"Oh... because you're wearing a face mask, you look like an African mole."

"Can you please stop mentioning face masks?!"

Yang Yi poked his head out from the bathroom: "Jingyang, did you wash that face mask? The drain is bubbling again."

Jing Yang's expression changed, and he rushed into the bathroom.

Shen Li laughed heartily, but the laughter was so intense that it strained her abs, causing her to writhe in pain on the bed. Life at the Beijing Film Academy meant her muscles were sore and her wallet was empty, but her mood was damn good.

At 5:20 a.m. on Monday, the alarm clock howled like a death knell.

Shen Li opened her eyes and felt like every muscle in her body was cursing.

Yesterday, I was so excited by Xiong Rui's "tear-and-rebirth" theory that I was completely fired up. But this morning, all that excitement has cooled down. All that's left is a mix of soreness, pain, numbness, and swelling... a strange and intense sensation, like being pounded by the Eighteen Bronze Men with wooden sticks.

"Lier, wake up." Xiong Rui's WeChat message popped up right on time, accompanied by a cute panda head emoji with a silly smile.

In Shen Li's eyes, that smile was no different from the death warrant issued by the King of Hell.

He struggled to sit up, his legs felt like they were filled with cement, his arms felt like they had been disassembled, and his abdominal muscles were so sore that he didn't even dare to sneeze... for fear that if he exerted any force, he would cramp up like a shrimp.

Jingyang rolled over on the top bunk, muttered "Lier, be gentle...", and started snoring again.

Yang Yi was sleeping like a log, wrapped up in the blankets. Dai Xiao's bed curtains were drawn, revealing a faint light from the computer screen...

Shen Li gritted her teeth, and with almost paralyzed movements, put on a sports T-shirt and shorts, slipped on her shoes, and went out the door.

The corridor was empty, and his footsteps were as slow and drawn-out as a zombie's.

On the playground, the group of brutes from the martial arts major had all arrived.

Xiong Rui was shirtless, his muscular physique gleaming bronze in the morning light. His chest, abs, and biceps were clearly defined, making him look like a lifelike ancient Greek sculpture.

He was leading a few junior brothers in leg stretches, their movements as graceful as a cheetah stretching.