In the gaps between the newspapers,
That line of bold text looked like an ugly scar, lying across the bright and beautiful page.
The news report was very short, only a few hundred words.
The gist is that a third-year female college student named Chen wanted to pursue the so-called "internet celebrity face".
Under the inducement of illegal cosmetic surgery institutions, they signed huge "cosmetic loans".
With interest compounding, it ballooned to an astronomical figure.
My contacts were bombarded with debt collector calls.
Overwhelmed with shame, anger, and despair, she jumped from the roof of her dormitory building.
"One million..."
Liu Hui gasped, her fingers unconsciously touching her cheek, her voice trembling slightly.
"Just for your whole face? Is it worth it? It's your life!"
"How could it not be that bad?"
The student behind him sighed and smoothed out the newspaper.
"You guys don't watch short videos much."
These days, those online claims about "the pinnacle of pure beauty" and "once-in-a-lifetime beauties" are just a few examples.
Which one hasn't taken the sale of anxiety to its extreme?
After using it so much, I even feel like I look like a potato. I'd be embarrassed to go out without doing something similar.
Li Bowen pushed up his thick-rimmed glasses, his brows furrowing into a tight knot.
His fingers unconsciously traced patterns on the table:
One million...
A few injections of hyaluronic acid, a few pieces of silicone—the cost of industrial raw materials is at most a few thousand yuan.
His voice trailed off, as if he couldn't solve the problem.
He looked up at the crowd, bewildered.
"To take out a million-dollar high-interest loan for this? How... how is this calculated?"
"Settle the accounts?"
Lin Que leaned against the bookshelf, his gaze falling on the blurry news photo.
That was a photo from the scene with the image blurred out.
Only one high heel that had fallen to the ground stood out conspicuously.
"Old Li, this problem has no solution."
"In the past, people prayed to gods and Buddhas to change their appearance; now they go under the knife and take out loans to change their face."
The methods have changed, but the desire to defy fate remains the same.
This question is beyond the scope of the curriculum.
He was thinking to himself as he spoke.
"In this world where there is neither 'Painted Skin' nor the dark original version of 'Cinderella'"
People's desire for physical appearance is so blatant it's chilling.
"Defying fate..."
Liu Hui murmured these four words repeatedly, suddenly feeling that these two words carried a bloody scent.
"I'll pay any price to become beautiful."
As Lin Que looked at the headline, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him.
In this technologically advanced world, yet culturally and entertainment-poor...
People's pursuit of "beauty" seems to be more morbid and direct.
Without a profound cultural foundation to support it, aesthetics become simplistic and extreme.
This is more than just a news story.
This is……
Lin Que's pupils contracted slightly, as if deep in thought.
"Da, da, da."
At that moment, a series of alternating footsteps echoed.
The previously noisy classroom instantly fell silent.
The few people who were just gathered around the reading corner quickly scattered like birds and beasts.
They buried their heads in piles of books, pretending they had been studying for a long time.
Shen Qingqiu walked in carrying her lesson plans.
She walked up to the podium and scanned the classroom like a radar.
"I have something to tell you before class."
Shen Qingqiu put down her lesson plan.
"Regarding the 'Fu Zhi Yao' essay contest, I have already submitted the registration form."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over Zhang Ya, Liu Hui, and Li Bowen before finally settling on Lin Que.
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