bdsm-fiction Chapter 48 If you can't run, walk; if you can't walk, crawl.
Chapter 48 If you can't run, walk; if you can't walk, crawl.
"That means I can only work two and a half days a week at most," Shen Li said, counting on her fingers.
"Two and a half days, based on the average daily wage of 180 yuan for extras, that's 450 yuan a week, and a little over 2,000 yuan a month. Add in the income from 'Flash Delivery' and 'LiLiPao'... well, it's barely enough to survive."
"But if you want to live comfortably, you still have to climb up to the extras role. Extras start at 500 a day, 800 for those with lines, and 1000 or more for those with action scenes. If you get five or six jobs a month, you'll be living comfortably."
Shen Li mentally created an "optimal matching model" between the class schedule and the film studio's announcement time, and then nodded in satisfaction.
Take it slow; your journey into this circle has only just begun.
He rolled over, intending to treat himself to a few short videos before going to sleep, when a WeChat message suddenly popped up at the top of his phone screen.
Xiong Rui: "Li'er, don't forget tomorrow morning at 5:30."
Shen Li stared at the message, her smile instantly freezing.
I almost forgot... 5:30...
He slowly turned his head to look at the dark night sky outside the dormitory window, then slowly turned back to stare at the three words on his phone screen, feeling as if they were mocking him.
Damn it. Just now at the barbecue restaurant, I was provoked by Wu Yue and Yao Jia's aura, and with a bit of alcohol, I impulsively agreed to Xiong Rui's request.
Now that the effects of the alcohol have completely worn off and reason has returned, Shen Li realized a cruel truth... Getting up at 5:30 a.m. was no less than one of the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty for him.
"Brother Xiong, we need to talk about something," Shen Li typed with difficulty. "Is six o'clock okay?"
"No way. Martial arts majors have a strict morning exercise schedule, assembling at 5:50 without fail. You can get up at 5:30, wash your face, brush your teeth, and walk to the playground, which will be just in time."
"What about 6:10? Can I run there?"
"Lier," Xiong Rui sent a憨厚微笑 (honest and simple) panda emoji, "Are you trying to back out?"
Shen Li immediately sensed murderous intent in that smile.
"No, no! Absolutely not!" he replied instantly. "5:30 it is! I keep my word!"
"Alright. See you tomorrow morning!"
Xiong Rui simply replied, and Shen Li put down her phone, sighed deeply, and felt that life had lost its color.
Jingyang poked his head out from the upper bunk, his face covered with that bamboo charcoal mask that "supposedly dissolves when rinsed with water," making him look as black as a lump of coal: "What's wrong, Lili? You look like your father just died."
"Sigh...it's worse than losing your father."
Shen Li was listless. His father, who was flirting with girls in America, was probably still alive and kicking. "I have to get up at 5:30 tomorrow to train with Brother Xiong."
Jing Yang paused for a moment, then his face mask cracked open... He laughed so hard the mask almost fell off.
"Holy crap, hahaha! 5:30! Shen Li, you've finally met your match! Didn't you hate waking up early? Didn't you say 'waking up early ruins the day'? Didn't you swore that 'the blanket is my dearest mother'?"
"Shut up, you bastard." Shen Li threw a pillow at him.
Yang Yi poked his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in hand: "Particle, I've seen that morning exercise routine for martial arts majors when I'm running this morning, it's terrifying. Frog jumps, sprints, push-ups, they do it for over an hour straight! Can you handle it?"
Dai Xiao floated down from the upper bunk: "According to the training syllabus for martial arts majors, morning exercises include: a 5-kilometer warm-up run, core strength training, flexibility stretching, and basic skills practice. The total calorie expenditure is about 800 to 1000 kcal. Shen Li, with your current physical condition, you will most likely experience muscle soreness and difficulty moving tomorrow. I suggest you prepare Yunnan Baiyao spray in advance."
"...Brother Xiao...can you wish me well for once?"
"Seek truth from facts."
Shen Li pulled the blanket over her head, trying to escape reality. But Xiong Rui's words, "Are you trying to back out?" kept playing in her mind like a curse.
There's no going back! It's not just about saving face, but also because of Yao Jia's comment that "there's not enough muscle mass."
Although the cold and beautiful female assassin's words were harsh, they were all reasonable.
If you want to make it in a film studio, being too skinny is a no-go. Whether you're an extra or a featured actor, you need to have energy and presence when you're in front of the camera. What assistant director would want to hire someone who's as skinny as a chick?
Moreover, he grew up in an environment where he was "unloved by his parents." If he can't even endure this little hardship, how can he possibly make any money?
"I'll train!" Shen Li gritted his teeth, threw off the covers, and stared fiercely at the ceiling. "So what if I get up early? So what if I do frog jumps? I'm going all out!"
Jingyang clapped from the top bunk: "Good! You've got guts! Um, when you get up tomorrow morning, keep your voice down and don't disturb me, okay?"
Shen Li: "...You really are my roommate."
I set the alarm to 5:20, then set a backup alarm for 5:25. After thinking about it, I set a "final ultimatum" alarm for 5:28.
Then Shen Li closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep.
My mind was a mess, all sorts of things.
We need to continue monitoring the group chat related to the film and television city. The class schedule needs to be matched with the announcement times.
Dai Xiao said that the beta version of the "Lili Run" mini-program will be released next week. Ling Yingying has agreed to be the spokesperson, so we need to find time to discuss the details with her.
What did Chu Yao mean by saying, "My family has some connections at the film studio"? What exactly were the complex emotions in Xiao Zhao's peach blossom eyes?
Lost in thought, Shen Li drifted off to sleep.
But it felt like I had just closed my eyes when the alarm clock went off.
5:20.
Shen Li opened her eyes and looked at the gray sky outside the window, feeling that her whole life was gray.
Struggling to sit up, my eyelids felt like they weighed a ton. The dorm was quiet; Jing Yang was snoring softly, Yang Yi was sleeping like a log, and Dai Xiao's curtains were drawn, letting in a faint light from his computer screen... Holy crap, did this guy stay up all night?
I staggered out of bed, washed my face with cold water, put on a sports T-shirt and shorts, and slipped on my sneakers before heading out the door.
The corridor was empty, with only the sound of Shen Li's own footsteps.
Stepping out of the dormitory building, the campus at 5:30 was shrouded in a thin mist, the air was cool and carried a slightly fishy smell of grass and trees.
There were already more than a dozen people warming up on the playground.
They were all martial arts majors, each one full of energy, as if they'd been injected with adrenaline. Xiong Rui stood at the front of the group, leading a few of his junior brothers in leg stretches. His muscular physique gleamed healthily in the morning light, like an ancient Greek sculpture.
Seeing Shen Li, he grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth: "Li'er! You're here! Not bad, pretty punctual!"
Shen Li dragged her heavy steps over, feeling like she was the only one who hadn't woken up yet.
"Brother Xiong, how long do we usually practice our morning exercises?"
"About an hour and a half. First, a five-kilometer warm-up run, then core strength, then flexibility, and finally basic skills," Xiong Rui said casually.
Shen Li suddenly felt his legs go weak. Five kilometers? The farthest distance he had ever run in his life was chasing a bus.
"Brother Xiong, this is my first day here, could we... take it step by step?"
"Okay." Xiong Rui patted him on the shoulder, the force almost knocking him over. "You start by running, if you can't run, walk, if you can't walk, crawl. You have to finish the five kilometers."
Shen Li: "..."