Who is Li Qingshu?

Shen Li was wearing a performance costume, a light purple dress that accentuated her graceful figure.

She had stage makeup on; this was the first time Chu Yang had seen her with makeup on.

"You look better without makeup," Chu Yang said with a slight smile.

Instead of answering her question directly, he asked in return, "The performance has already started, why did you come out?"

“Our show is scheduled quite far back, and I’m so bored backstage.” Shen Li pointed to a small door behind her: “This leads directly backstage.”

"You still can't sneak out. Your seniors will worry if they can't find you." Chu Yang reached out and flicked her nose.

Then he casually said, "You just asked about Li Qingshu, right? She's a girl our newspaper's editor-in-chief asked me to photograph. He said she's the most beautiful girl in the Chinese department, and he wants me to take a few close-up shots of her."

"Oh, I see." Shen Li believed it.

However, when she heard Chu Yang say that other girls were pretty, she was a little unconvinced: "Are they prettier than me?"

Honestly, that's a bit of a soul-searching question.

Honestly, Chu Yang couldn't decide which was better; they were both beautiful in their own way, and he liked their personalities very much.

She is neither arrogant nor unreasonable, neither willful nor capricious, kind-hearted, and knows how to take care of his feelings.

He actually had two girls like that; honestly, it's really a sin.

He only wished to do his best not to let them down.

However, I still have to lie and say, "Of course you're prettier than me. You're definitely the most beautiful on stage tonight."

"Hehe..." Little Pear laughed happily.

Chu Yang handed her a drink and smiled, "Keep it up."

"Okay! I'm off then!" After saying that, Shen Li turned and walked into the small door with light steps.

Seeing her graceful figure, Chu Yang's heart stirred. He looked around and quickly followed her inside.

As the door closed, he hugged her from behind.

Shen Li let out a soft sigh.

"You, how did you get here?"

I suddenly want to hug you.

"Just... a hug?"

"A kiss would be fine too."

"Just... a moment?... Hmm!"

In the dimly lit stairwell, their lips met, and they kissed deeply.

Chu Yang tried to lift her skirt, but it was too long, and he couldn't reach her legs no matter how hard he tried.

He wanted to switch to attacking the upper body, but then he noticed that her chest was tightly wrapped up.

What kind of performance costume is this? It looks like it's for self-defense against wolves.

A few minutes later, he emerged from the small door, still somewhat unsatisfied, and continued filming the stage performance with his long-range cameras.

"Boss, how did the filming go?"

Ji Mo and the other two strolled over.

The two guys performing crosstalk on stage were so badly off-stage that they were practically begging for a break. They couldn't even speak properly, and all their jokes were just slapped in the face, making the audience want to pee.

"You guys have a look." Chu Yang made way for them.

Both being photography majors and roommates, Chu Yang was generous in sharing his good equipment.

Jiang Chao leaned closer to his face: "Hey, boss, why are your lips so red? Holy crap, there's even a lipstick mark on your face!"

Ji Mo and Cao Bin also looked over.

"Which beautiful woman ambushed him?"

"I think what the boss did was called stealing a kiss!"

"Who are you with, boss?"

The three of them looked on with envy and admiration.

Meanwhile, Shen Li returned backstage.

"Chen Li, why is your lipstick smudged?"

"Went to sneak some food?"

"In my experience, this is caused by excessive kissing!"

"With whom?"

…

"With your sister-in-law." Chu Yang wiped the lipstick off his face and lips with a tissue.

Then he stuck out his tongue and licked it: "I don't like the taste of lipstick."

Ji Mo and his group immediately went berserk.

"Damn it, we didn't even get a chance to taste it!"

"Boss, are you deliberately trying to annoy us?"

"So, which sister-in-law did you kiss?"

Chu Yang chuckled: "I can't say, I mustn't say."

The three walked away grumbling.

Chu Yang continued taking photos.

After a few more performances, it was finally the turn of the Chinese Literature Department.

The performance of "The Imperial Concubine's Dance," led by Li Qingshu, was met with the loudest applause since the start of the show.

Putting aside the cringe-worthy crosstalk performance, this campus-wide welcome party was still of high quality, considering that each department selected one or two programs.

The Chinese Literature Department has never been known for its literary and artistic strengths, but it is highly anticipated this year due to the addition of Li Qingshu.

Chu Yang quickly adjusted the camera and started snapping photos of the stage.

The young lady looked absolutely stunning tonight.

Dressed in the attire of a noble concubine, she exuded a noble and elegant aura, a natural classical beauty, as if a real noble concubine were gracefully dancing.

Chu Yang couldn't help but zoom in, to experience her every smile and gesture on stage.

This time, I was truly looking at it from an art appreciation perspective.

When the performance ended, the entire audience erupted in cheers and applause.

Several boys rushed up to present flowers.

Li Qingshu didn't go to pick it up, but quickly stepped behind her senior classmates and let them pick it up for her.

Then she waved and smiled.

Chu Yang knew that this was a wave goodbye to him.

He immediately turned on the camera flash and flashed it three times.

This was their pre-arranged code.

The young lady clearly saw it and happily returned backstage.

The party continued, and Chu Yang grew increasingly sleepy. There was no way around it; the programs were all too old-fashioned for him, with a strong sense of nostalgia.

But a young man dressed in a Bruce Lee bodysuit and carrying nunchucks went up to sing "Nunchucks," which caught his eye. He even suspected that the young man was imitating Charlotte.

Finally, it was the penultimate program, and Shen Li and the others took the stage.

Chu Yang zoomed in for a closer look, and sure enough, the lipstick had been reapplied.

She is truly beautiful; compared to Li Qingshu, she possesses a different kind of beauty.

Elegant and noble, when she dances, she is like a white swan swimming on the lake.

Although they don't necessarily occupy the center position like Li Qingshu, their dance emphasizes a sense of perfect synchronization, the kind that can cure obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But Chu Yang could still easily spot her among the group of beauties.

Of course, this is still from the perspective of appreciating art.

After admiring and taking the photos, he packed up his camera equipment, but instead of leaving immediately, he opened the small door leading to the backstage area.

After a while, Shen Li came over carrying a bouquet of roses.

"And the movie tickets, he said he wanted to meet me at 8 pm tomorrow, you should return them to him."

Chu Yang accepted them all.

"I'll be going now. Get some sleep as soon as you're done. Oh, by the way, the party's over. Are you free for a date tomorrow night?"

Shen Li nodded happily: "Yes, where are you going to take me? How about we go to see a movie? I want to see Spider-Man."

She's been getting invited to the movies every day lately, and she's heard that the currently showing Spider-Man movie is really good, which has piqued her interest.

"Okay, let's go see it tomorrow night." Chu Yang said, leaning in to kiss him.

The little pear mischievously dodged away.

"No way, if my lipstick smudges, they'll laugh at me again."

"Then kiss somewhere else."

"Ah, not there..."