Huayu: I really am a genuine top star.

Chapter 23 looks like a mature and elegant woman, but she's actually a ruthless nun!

Chu Yao sat in the middle, chatting happily with the girl next to her. Today she was wearing a pale yellow silk shirt, with the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of her cleavage.

The shirt was tucked into a white pencil skirt, which was so tight that it clearly outlined the curves of her full, pert buttocks.

Wearing flesh-colored stockings and beige stilettos, she crossed her legs, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, revealing more of her stockinged thighs. The sheen, the curves, the barely visible edges of the stockings... Shen Li felt her blood pressure rising.

When she saw Shen Li come in, she smiled and waved, "Shen Li, there's a seat here."

That soft, sweet voice made several boys next to her turn to look at Shen Li, their eyes filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Shen Li's alarm bells went off. From the moment Chu Yao borrowed a power bank from the library, she had shown him unusual "friendliness."

Something unusual is bound to happen; a person acting strangely is bound to be dangerous. We must not be careless.

With a harmless smile plastered on her face, she said, "Thank you, Chu Yao. I'll just sit with my roommate." As she spoke, she pulled Jing Yang and Yang Yi to sit on the other side.

Chu Yao didn't mind, smiled sweetly, and continued chatting with the girl next to her.

Jing Yang leaned closer and whispered, "Holy crap, Li-ge, that's awesome! Chu Yao called you on her own initiative? When did you two get together?"

"What do you mean by 'flirting'? It's just normal conversation between classmates." Shen Li said righteously, "Can you please stop dragging everything into a romantic relationship?"

"Alright, alright, you're so noble." Jing Yang scoffed. "But seriously, Chu Yao's figure is amazing. That shirt, that pencil skirt, those stockings... tsk tsk tsk..."

"Young Master Jing, could you please keep your voice down?" Shen Li sighed, rubbing her forehead.

Just then, the classroom door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

Everyone turned to look, and then the entire classroom fell silent for two seconds.

The woman who entered appeared to be around thirty years old. She was wearing a fitted white shirt and black wide-leg pants. The clothes were simple in style, but her stunning figure made them stand out.

The shirt was buttoned up neatly, but the fabric at the chest was stretched taut, with gaps between the buttons revealing the edges of the black lace underneath.

The curve and the scale were magnificent, like a raging storm. Her waist was extremely slender, so thin it could be grasped in one hand, contrasting sharply with her full breasts—a classic hourglass figure.

Even wide-leg pants couldn't hide the curves of her round and perky buttocks; as she walked, the pant legs swayed, and the full outline of her hips was faintly visible.

She wore a pair of black stiletto heels, the heels clicking crisply and rhythmically on the floor.

She wore light makeup, her features were delicate and three-dimensional, and her skin was extremely well-maintained, fair and rosy, and flawless.

Her long, black hair was piled up at the back of her head, revealing her smooth forehead and graceful neck. A few wisps of hair fell beside her ears, adding a touch of mature feminine charm.

His eyebrows and eyes exuded a heroic air, his gaze was clear and sharp, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, a smile that was not quite a smile.

When she stands on the stage, she exudes a powerful aura, yet retains a feminine charm; she is the perfect combination of "uniform allure" and "mature, sophisticated woman."

Shen Li mentally gave a huge thumbs up. This teacher is amazing! Even better than Teacher Lu from the student affairs office!

"Hello students, I'm your vocal teacher, my surname is Meng." She began, her voice clear and slightly magnetic, very pleasant to listen to, "Meng Sihan."

"Vocal lessons are not just about teaching you to sing."

Ms. Meng placed her hands on the podium, leaning slightly forward. This movement caused her shirt collar to open slightly, making her deep cleavage and the edges of her black lace even more clearly visible.

"Furthermore, it teaches you how to use your voice to create characters and convey emotions."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the entire class, sharp and scrutinizing, as if she could see right through people.

"I've heard that your class has quite a few 'talented' people." Her tone carried a hint of meaning.

"I hope that in the upcoming lessons I can see your true abilities, instead of... just acting with your faces and bodies."

The atmosphere in the classroom became awkward after those words were spoken. Several girls exchanged glances, while a few boys lowered their heads.

Shen Li inwardly groaned. This Teacher Meng, seemingly a mature and sophisticated woman, was actually a ruthless and domineering nun! This class was going to be tough!

"Alright, let's start taking attendance now." Teacher Meng picked up the roster. "Students whose names are called, stand up, let me see you, and sing a couple of lines, any song is fine."

A commotion immediately erupted in the classroom. This wasn't a roll call; it was a live assessment!

"Jingyang".

Jing Yang jumped up, straightened his clothes, cleared his throat, and began to sing: "Oh! My Sun..."

The voice was high-pitched and resonant, full of energy, which made Yang Yi, who was standing next to him, tremble.

Teacher Meng raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded: "Hmm, good pitch and steady breath. Just a bit too much, relax. Sit down."

Jingyang sat down with a smug look on his face, while Chong Shenli winked and made faces at him.

"Chu Yao."

Chu Yao stood up gracefully, her silk blouse and pencil skirt accentuating her S-shaped curves. She cleared her throat slowly and calmly, then sang an English song, "City of Stars."

Her voice was languid and slightly husky, like a warm breeze blowing through the night, carrying a nonchalant sexiness.

When she sang the high notes, she tilted her head back slightly, her neck forming a beautiful curve, making the full curve of her chest even more prominent, and the buttons on her shirt looked as if they might pop off at any moment.

The whole class fell silent.

Teacher Meng looked at her for a few seconds and nodded: "Your voice is very good, and your control is also good. It's just that you don't put in enough emotion; it's too 'performative,' lacking sincerity. Sit down."

Chu Yao smiled gently and sat down gracefully, seemingly unconcerned about the comment that she was "too theatrical."

"Yun Yiyi".

Yun Yiyi stood up from the corner. Her curvaceous figure, encased in a black dress, was perfectly displayed as she stood. Expressionless, she began to sing a Russian song, "Katyusha."

Her voice was unexpectedly deep and powerful, carrying the distinctive strength of military songs, creating a wonderful contrast with her cool and beautiful appearance.

When she reached the climax of the song, a rare fervor even flashed in her eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed in Teacher Meng's eyes: "You studied bel canto?"

"I studied it for a few years," Yun Yiyi said calmly.

"No wonder. Your breathing is steady, and your resonance is good. Not bad. Sit down."

Yun Yiyi sat down expressionlessly, reverting to her "keep away" demeanor.

"Jiang Li".

Jiang Li stood up. Her powerful physique, encased in a tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt and yoga pants, revealed the clear definition of every muscle as she rose. She sang a folk song, "Little River Flowing."

The voice is clear and pure, without much technique, but its strength lies in its sincerity and naturalness, like a clear spring flowing from a mountain stream.

When she sang "The moon comes out and shines brightly," a hint of tenderness flashed in her eyes.