Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 119 is no different from watching a monkey show.

Shen Li silently considered, "But these five people have already paid. What about the rest of the classes? Should we subcontract them to someone else? Or should we let them teach them themselves?"

He took out his phone, entered the "VIP Customer Group," and typed furiously:

"Brothers, those eyes of Grandpa Mu during the film history class just now, they were fucking blessed! They almost sent me to my grave on the spot!"

The group chat instantly became lively.

Xu Yihang replied instantly: "I saw it! Holy crap, Li-ge, your 'empathy' and 'collective honor' talk just now almost made me burst out laughing in the dorm! How can you talk such nonsense without batting an eye?"

Shen Li stared at Xu Yihang's message on her phone screen, and paused for a moment.

How did he "see" that this guy didn't come to class?

Just as I was pondering this, my phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from Jing Yang in the "customer referral group," his tone tinged with smug satisfaction:

"@Xu Yihang, how did you see I was missing class? Did you sneak in?"

Xu Yihang replied instantly, accompanied by a "smirking" emoji:

"I didn't go! But my roommate was in the back row of the classroom and watched the whole thing—Li Ge and Teacher Mu's battle of wits—and gave me a live text update in the dorm group chat! The description was like a storyteller's narration..."

"Shen Li, without batting an eye, rattled off eight hundred idioms in a flash—empathy, collective honor, and 'not one less'—and completely stumped Teacher Mu!" We were all laughing our heads off!

Another client... named Lin Xiao'ou... also chimed in:

"Yes, yes, yes! My best friend was in that classroom too, and she recorded a voice message for me! Li-ge, that part about 'the real masters of roll call are all chameleons' was absolutely hilarious! My best friend said several girls next to her were laughing so hard their shoulders were shaking, but they didn't dare make a sound, and their faces turned red from holding it in!"

Shen Li watched the group chattering away and imagined the scene:

A few students in the back row had their heads down, their phones hidden under the table, and their fingers frantically typing on the screen, broadcasting the "Shen Li's verbal battle with Mu Yuan" live to their absent roommates... The scene was like an underground party sending a telegram.

"So, while I was out there outwitting Teacher Mu, you guys were doing a live stream of the whole thing?"

Shen Li replied in the group with a "facepalm" emoji, "If Teacher Mu finds out about this, not only will the proxy roll call back fail, but your entire live stream will be shut down."

Jing Yang replied the fastest: "What's there to be afraid of! Teacher Mu's eyes were only on you adjusting your hat brim, she didn't have time to care about the back row!"

Yang Yi chimed in, his tone revealing the lingering fear of an honest man: "You guys stop talking... I was sitting in the front row, and I didn't dare turn around to look at Shen Li the whole time, afraid that Teacher Mu would find out that I was in cahoots with him..."

Dai Xiao suddenly appeared and posted a technical analysis:

From the perspective of information dissemination, the dissemination chain of this incident is as follows: Shen Li and Mu Yuan's classroom interaction... real-time recording by observers in the back row... secondary dissemination through WeChat group chat → students who were not present received the information and provided feedback.

The entire process took no more than three minutes. This is a typical example of a "social media spread model for unexpected classroom events." Shen Li, your attendance-taking service, because of this "mishap, but not a complete disaster," actually saw an increase in user trust. Data shows that group activity increased by approximately 67%.

Shen Li looked at Dai Xiao's analysis and her lips twitched: "Brother Xiao, could you please stop using my near-disaster as a case study?"

"Seek truth from facts."

Shen Li quickly ignored Dai Xiao's comment and continued sending messages in a serious tone:

"Following this life-or-death real-world test, we are making urgent adjustments to our 'Film History Class Attendance' service. The details are as follows."

He paused briefly, building up anticipation, before sending the next message:

"First, given that Professor Mu Yuan's counter-surveillance capabilities have reached an 'abnormal level,' the risk factor for proxy attendance in the Film History class has been raised from 'low' to 'extremely high.' After careful evaluation, the original price can no longer cover the risk costs, so the service fee will be increased from 20 yuan per instance to 35 yuan per instance, effective immediately."

The group chat exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! The disaster scene turned into a price increase notice?!"

"Brother Li, this isn't just raising prices, it's profiteering!"

"When others have a business failure, they accept it; when you have one, you raise prices. What kind of business genius is this?"

Shen Li smiled and continued typing:

"Don't rush, let me finish. Second, I'll only take two cases per film history class, never more. We'll use staggered seating arrangements and different voice-changing schemes. Even if the old man has sharp eyes, he can only catch one at most."

"third,"

He typed out the most crucial line of text.

"A new 'Customized Grade Submission for High-Risk Courses' template has been added. Use this SOP (Standard Operating Procedure) whenever you encounter a tough teacher with sharp eyes, keen ears, and a memory comparable to a supercomputer."

From purchasing costume props and training voice switching to seating arrangements, everything has been upgraded in every aspect. I can say without exaggeration that this approach is currently unique in the entire school.

Guys, you get what you pay for. Safety and price are always directly proportional. Thirty-five yuan for a safe and worry-free film history class attendance—do you think it's worth it?

There was a few seconds of silence in the group.

Then Xu Yihang was the first to reply: "Worth it! It's fucking worth it! Particle, I'll be the first to reserve it for next class! I'll give you an extra chicken leg, just for this 'one-of-a-kind' one!"

Another client, "Zhou Meng," also posted:

"Brother Li, you really managed to turn a disaster into a price increase... I'm impressed. I'll book the next class too, thirty-five it is, it's better than going by myself. If I go by myself and Old Mu asks me a question, that would be a real disaster."

Looking at the replies in the group, Shen Li's "survived" expression was long gone, replaced by the familiar, slightly calculating sly smile of someone who had succeeded in their scheme.

After taking attendance, Mu Yuan cleared his throat on the podium. His voice wasn't loud, but it was extremely penetrating, instantly silencing the noisy classroom by a third.

He tossed the roster onto the podium, took off his reading glasses, and his hawk-like eyes swept across the entire room.

"Now let's begin the lesson. Today we'll talk about the beginning of film history... the Lumière brothers and their film 'Arrival of a Train at La Ciotat.'"

"Those of you here are all studying acting, directing, and broadcasting—future artists. Let me start by asking you a question… When film was first invented, what was it used for?"

A male student majoring in directing in the front row raised his hand and shouted, "Record reality!"

Mu Yuan glanced at it, expressionless: "Wrong."

The boy's face turned bright red. Several girls nearby covered their mouths and giggled.

Mu Yuan turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote two big characters on the blackboard: Circus.

The chalk stubs tapped against the blackboard with a "thump-thump" sound.

"The Lumière brothers first showed movies not in cinemas, but in circuses, performing with elephants, clowns, and trapeze artists."

People back then didn't consider movies art; they just saw them as a form of entertainment. It was no different from watching a monkey show.