Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 58 looks quite valuable.

After a month of "high-intensity training" facing all sorts of monsters, big and small, every day since the start of the semester, he has now developed a pair of "eagle eyes".

Within three meters, they can accurately determine a woman's bust, waist, hip measurements, clothing price range, and even personality traits. What's that called? That's called "professional competence"!

Upon arriving at the library, Shen Li easily made her way to the third floor and headed straight for the East Reading Room.

He's already thoroughly familiar with the layout of this area since he helped someone save a seat last time.

He knew exactly which row by the window had the best lighting, which had a power outlet, and which was the quietest.

Upon entering the reading room, Shen Li glanced around. It was lunch break time, and there weren't too many people.

Half of the window seats were occupied, but there were still a few empty seats.

He quickly locked onto his target: a two-person table by the window, with a power outlet nearby, and it was very quiet with hardly anyone around.

He put his backpack on the table, opened his books, and set out his water cup. His actions were so smooth and efficient that he could be called the "textbook example of reserving a seat".

Then Shen Li sat down, took out her phone, and sent a message to the "Don't Want to Go Out Today" restaurant that she had ordered from:

"I've already secured a spot in the third-floor east reading room, by the window, with a power outlet. I'm wearing a dark blue polo shirt, and there's a copy of 'Rickshaw Boy' on the table. Your friend can just come find me when they arrive."

After sending the message, he leaned back, regained his composure, and this time he really started reading.

Lao She's classic "Rickshaw Boy" is considered essential reading for performing arts, just like Cao Yu's "Thunderstorm".

Xiangzi, a rickshaw puller, dreamed of owning his own rickshaw, but after three ups and downs, he was ultimately defeated by life.

As Shen Li watched, she suddenly realized that she actually resembled Xiangzi quite a bit from certain angles.

They were all penniless, each with their own small goals (Xiangzi wanted a rickshaw, he wanted money), and both struggling to survive in this metropolis.

However, Shen Li is not as honest and submissive as Xiangzi.

"Xiangzi, if you lived in modern times, you'd probably be a top-notch 'Flash Delivery' rider, right?" Shen Li teased to herself.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Xiangzi was a negative example, a typical case of "stubbornly going down a dead end".

"Xiangzi, oh Xiangzi, if only you had been a little more careful back then, would you have ended up in such a miserable state?"

He saved up to buy a car, but the car was stolen. He saved up again, bought another car, got scammed, saved up again, bought another car, and finally broke down.

"Isn't this just an inflexible simpleton?" Shen Li thought to herself, shaking her head.

"If you had known how to do some side jobs back then, like delivering mail or running errands while pulling a rickshaw, or at the very least, living a good life with Tiger Girl and taking over her father-in-law's rickshaw factory to run, would you have ended up in such a sorry state?"

He also thought that Xiangzi's biggest problem was that he was too honest and too stubborn. He only had "buying a rickshaw" on his mind and didn't understand sophisticated strategies like "taking a roundabout approach," "using someone else's strength to fight back," or "having more friends means having more options."

"Alright, Comrade Xiangzi, your tragedy serves as a cautionary tale. Don't worry, I definitely won't repeat your mistakes. I'll save where I should, spend where I should, and do my part... uh, socialize where I should, make money where I should, diversify my investments, and prioritize stability!"

Just as he was feeling quite emotional, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure walking towards him out of the corner of his eye.

Shen Li looked up.

Good guy.

A girl was walking towards him. She was wearing a white shirt, but only the third button was fastened. The collar was wide open, revealing her delicate collarbone and a patch of fair, smooth skin.

That unfathomable, magnificent cleavage was laid bare in the air, rising and falling gently with each step, making one's eyes dazzle.

The shirt was tucked into a black pencil skirt. The skirt was so tight that it clearly outlined the curves of her round, pert buttocks, and as she walked, the skirt swayed and her hips undulated.

Two long legs were encased in thin black stockings, which gleamed faintly under the light. On her feet were a pair of black pointed stilettos, the heels thin and long like nails, clicking "tap tap tap" on the floor.

Her hair was big, chestnut-colored waves that cascaded over her shoulders. She wore exquisite makeup, with bright red lips, slightly upturned eyeliner, and a languid yet alluring gaze.

She carried a limited-edition bag and walked with a graceful and charming gait.

The moment she stood there, she looked exactly like a cover girl straight out of a fashion magazine—innocent yet alluring, charming yet cool.

Shen Li's pupils dilated slightly. Wasn't this Yun Yiyi from their class?

A cool, aloof woman with long, black stockings and an unapproachable aura. She was the one who stunned the entire class last time she sang the Russian version of "Katyusha" in vocal class.

Could she be the friend who "doesn't want to go out today"?

Yun Yiyi walked up to Shen Li's table and stopped. Her lazy yet scrutinizing eyes looked him up and down, then a slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Shen Li? You took this order?" The voice was cool, with a slightly husky magnetism, like chilled red wine.

Shen Li immediately switched to "harmless junior" mode, stood up, and put on a simple and slightly shy smile: "Yes, yes, you're the friend who helped 'not want to go out today' pick up something??"

"Um."

Yun Yiyi nodded and sat down opposite Shen Li.

The bodycon skirt stretched even tighter as she sat down, and the black stockings on her thighs were stretched so much that they were slightly see-through, the glimpses of flesh alluring.

She placed the limited-edition bag on the table and crossed her legs. Her two long legs, clad in black stockings, were intertwined, and the hem of her skirt slipped up slightly, revealing more of the tender flesh encased in black stockings.

Her toes hooked onto her high heels, swaying back and forth. The heels were thin and long, just like her temperament, possessing an aggressive beauty.

"She asked me to come and pick up something." Yun Yiyi took a pack of tissues out of her bag and handed it over. "Here, give this back to her."

Shen Li took the tissue in a daze, then looked down and... wow, it was a limited edition from a luxury brand, the packaging was so exquisite it looked like a work of art, with the logo printed on it, it looked very valuable.

Is this some kind of pickup or delivery? ...

After a couple of seconds of thought, Shen Li suddenly realized what it meant.

The person who placed the order asked Yun Yiyi to come and "pick up the item," but when Yun Yiyi arrived, she took out a pack of tissues from her bag and said she wanted to "return it to her."

This isn't "taking," it's "giving"! Oh wait, it's "returning"!

So the real story might be... this pack of tissues originally belonged to the girl who placed the order, but somehow ended up in Yun Yiyi's hands.

The woman was too embarrassed to ask directly, so she placed an order for Shen Li to reserve a seat as a "transfer station" and then asked Yun Yiyi to deliver the items to the transfer station.

That way, when she comes to "reclaim" it again, the item will be back, and she won't have to feel embarrassed in front of everyone.

Shen Li suddenly realized and mentally gave a thumbs up to this woman who "didn't want to go out today."