Extracting skills from movies

Chapter 793 Envy and Jealousy!
Angela Lindwall appeared from behind, clutching a half-empty bottle of tequila:
"Heidi, stop talking, just knock her out and force-feed her the alcohol!"

Her breath reeked of alcohol as she spoke, making Du Sheng sigh.
"Ladies, have you forgotten the sight of you begging for mercy after I dominated you last time?"

Isabel snorted and said:
"You think you can defeat us this time?"

Just as things were getting heated, Miranda Kerr, wearing a fluorescent green bikini, suddenly clapped her hands, and the bells on her ankles jingled with the movement:

"Don't cause any trouble, just hold it in!"

"Anyone who dares to sneak a bite beforehand..."

Miranda shook the statue, then held up a bottle of green liquid in her other hand:
"Let's give her a bath with Tiger Balm!"

Tobey Maguire whistled from the sofa:

"That's a good idea. I haven't used up all the peppermint balm I contributed, have I?"

Du Sheng then remembered that Leonardo had taken souvenirs from his suitcase on the private jet last time.

Leonardo DiCaprio patted his chest and said, "Good things should be shared," and ended up giving them all to his supermodel sisterhood.

Now, these things have become instruments of torture to deal with him.

When Candice Swanepoel squeezed out of the crowd, Du Sheng had just been pinned down on the sofa by Heidi and Isabel.

Na Fei's blonde hair cascaded down like a waterfall of sunlight. As she bent down to hand Du Sheng a drink, glimpses of her cleavage were revealed.

"I heard there are helicopters on the island?"

As she spoke, her fingertips lightly traced the back of Du Sheng's hand:

Can you take me for a ride?

Leonardo clicked his tongue in disapproval.

"I'm so envious of her luck with women."

Toby forked a piece of mango from the fruit bowl:
"How about we make a bet?"

Let's see how many days Du can hold out before begging for mercy.

As he spoke, mango juice dripped down his chin, mingling with the red marks on his neck from the flight attendant's scratches, making him look like a peacock that had just finished a fight.

Before Du Sheng could answer, Carolina had already walked over with a bottle of wine in hand:
"What are you talking about, a helicopter! Come with me to the deck and look at the moon first!"

Leonardo shouted from behind:
"Hold your tongue for now, let's be fair and friendly!"

Du Sheng looked back and laughed as Toby dragged her along:

"You friendly person, you didn't say that on the plane!"

Suddenly, at the corner of the corridor, he bumped into Angela reapplying her lipstick. She pursed her bright red lips in front of the mirror, then abruptly turned around and pressed the lipstick mark onto Du Sheng's shirt.

"Leave it as a souvenir."

The scent of perfume mixed with alcohol wafted over her as she spoke. Du Sheng looked down at the red stain on her chest and suddenly remembered the miserable experience of being forced to have her nails painted by seven supermodels on the yacht last time.

When the elevator doors opened, Candice was waiting inside with her arms crossed.

Today, Miss Naifei wore a backless long dress, and the butterfly-shaped shoulder blades at her lower back trembled gently with her breathing.

She pressed the button for the top floor, turned to Du Sheng, and said:

"I have a bottle of 82 Lafite in my room."

The metal wall cast their shadows. Just as Du Sheng was about to speak, Candice suddenly stood on tiptoe and breathed into his ear:

"However... I prefer the smell of Tiger Balm."

Meanwhile, Toby is making a bet with Leonardo DiCaprio in the suite.

The woman stuffed the last piece of steak into her mouth and mumbled:

"I bet Du Sheng won't last three days."

Leonardo shook his head, swirling his wine glass:

"At least five days, that bastard's got a good physique."

They didn't notice that Heidi was behind them, clutching the helicopter key she had taken from Du Sheng's suitcase.

The atmosphere was getting heated when Toby suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Ladies, please show us your health certificates!"

He tossed his blond hair and pulled three medical reports from his crocodile skin bag, the covers still bearing the gold-embossed logo of the Beverly Hills clinic.

Miranda Kerr rolled her eyes at him and said:
“Young Master Toby, you’re acting just like customs officers checking passports.”

Supermodel Candice Ng, who had just received a birth control injection, laughed out loud. The injection site still had a cartoon band-aid on it.

Leonardo curled his lip as he took the report:
“Last week at the villa in Malibu, someone was kicked out of the doctor’s house three times.”

Toby immediately retorted:

"At least I didn't spray Tiger Balm like perfume!"

They are all veteran players, so this part was no problem for them, and they quickly moved on.

Both sides had a peaceful night's rest at the hotel. Apart from having a few drinks together, they all followed the rules they had agreed on and did nothing out of line.

After all, once we get to the island, we can do whatever we want and have fun without anyone bothering us.

Du Sheng had already made arrangements with the island's butler to have several rooms modified for use in parties.

The next morning, everyone changed clothes, boarded the plane, and flew directly to Long Island.

After arriving on the island, the chefs, cleaners, and security personnel were all assigned to the east side of the island.

The entire island was now left with only this group of people preparing for a party, completely undisturbed by outsiders.

Toby magically produced a black card:

"I'll cover the island rental fee this time, but..."

He paused deliberately:
"If you're not satisfied with the service, some angels will run away!"

Just as Du Sheng was about to speak, Miranda suddenly hugged Du Sheng from behind:

The coconut scent from her hair wafted into his nose as she spoke.

"If you let us run around like this, I'll tie you, the chief planner, to a coconut tree and livestream you applying lipstick!"

Isabel's voice came from the other side:
"Do you need help tying the rope?"

Leonardo DiCaprio, standing a short distance away, held up a love bag and shouted:
"Has anyone seen my charging case?"

Toby arrived at the treehouse and responded:
"Under Angela's sunscreen!"

Before she could finish speaking, Angela poured a basin of ice water over her shoulder.

"Tobey Maguire! How dare you peek at me while I'm changing!"

As Du Sheng watched the supermodels chasing and playing on the beach, he suddenly felt that the next two days might not be good.

Candice quietly sidled up to him:

"I heard you can ride a jet ski?"

As she spoke, her fingertips lightly traced the back of his hand:
"Can you teach me stunt moves?"

Toby stumbled out of the treehouse, startled:
"Ah Sheng, Leo! Come quick, help me—"

Behind him came the laughter of the supermodels; Angela was blowing up a condom like a balloon.

Just as Du Sheng was about to get up, Candice suddenly grabbed the hem of his clothes:
"If you dare to help him, I'll punish you by making you do exercises while hugging me on the beach!"

The waves were accompanied by countless cheerful and playful shouts, filling the entire island with a pleasant atmosphere.

.........

As night fell, the restaurant lights were already as bright as a Christmas tree for the holiday.

A dozen or so angels walked in, their high heels clicking as they went.

Their Christmas costumes, adorned with sequins and rhinestones, were so dazzling under the lights that it was hard to open one's eyes.

Du Sheng was wearing a red and green reindeer sweater, looking like a little Christmas elf wandering the streets.

Leonardo wore a baggy Santa Claus bathrobe, looking like an antique just unearthed from a warehouse;

Toby, looking dejected, wore a shed reindeer cloak and resembled a leaf wilted by the wind.

The three of them had been thoroughly ravaged all night, looking exactly like a "trapped group forgotten by Santa Claus on the island." Miranda Kerr swaggered over carrying a bottle of champagne.

She wore a backless snowflake dress today, and her shoulder blades trembled gently as she spoke, making her look like a winter fairy.

"You were supposed to walk the runway, but after just one day, you guys are not in good shape."

As she spoke, she shook the champagne bottle:

"Eat more steak, we still have two tough days ahead!"

Du Sheng picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into each crystal glass one by one, his tone relaxed:
"Even seven of you working together last night couldn't defeat me. You should really think about whether it's your own problem."

Miranda rolled her eyes at him, speechless.

Leonardo tugged at the collar of his sweater, which was swollen with sweat, and forced a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"I'm going to catch up on some sleep first, and I'll continue our battle with you guys tomorrow."

Toby, who had been clamoring to have a blast when he first arrived on the island, now slumped in his chair like a wilted eggplant.

"What? We have to wait two more days?"
I feel like I could sleep right now until next Christmas!

Du Sheng chuckled but ignored him.

He raised his glass and shouted slogans:

"Everyone, this toast is to our archangel!"
Wishing her a Christmas as sweet as honey and a wedding as beautiful as a painting!

Miranda, her cheeks flushed, looked even more radiant than when she walked the Victoria's Secret runway, having just emerged from the "ambulance" model.

"Du Sheng, I'll accept your blessing. I'll send you a big red envelope another day!"

Leonardo whistled, and Angela and Carolina joined in, making the restaurant as noisy and chaotic as a marketplace.

"Would you like to make Miranda happier?"

Du Sheng suddenly smiled and swirled his wine glass.

A group of people immediately swarmed around like cats smelling fish, shouting all at once:
"Of course!"

Miranda rested her chin on her hand and smiled as she watched Du Sheng, waiting to see what new tricks he would come up with.

"How about we play a guessing game? The loser will reveal their secret."

"That's it?"

Leonardo slammed his fork on the table:
"Do I have any secrets to reveal in front of you bunch of bastards?"

Others joined in the commotion:

"Du Sheng, are you even capable? Why are you being so perfunctory?"

Du Sheng shook his head and smiled, pointing to the Christmas turkey over there:

"Then eat and drink your fill first, otherwise, with your pathetic state, you won't be enough for the angels to mess with."

He picked up half a plate of steak and lamb chops, and when he looked up, he saw Toby staring blankly at the plate:

"Toby, just say you can't take it anymore, no one will laugh at you."

Who can't hold on?

Toby slammed the knife down with a loud clang:
"I call this preserving my strength!"

Leonardo, holding a glass of red wine, leaned over and nudged Du Sheng with his elbow:
"How about we switch roles tomorrow? Being a teacher is too much talking!"

Toby stroked the stubble on his chin and nodded repeatedly:
"It was even more uncomfortable to lie in bed pretending to be a patient. Those nurses poked my ribs with their stethoscopes."

Du Sheng stuffed a piece of charred ham into his mouth and mumbled indistinctly:
"Why don't you become the patient, Leo? It's so comfortable lying down."

Leonardo rubbed his lower back and sighed:
"Fine, it's better than being a teacher."

Toby suddenly leaned closer to Du Sheng and whispered:

"I haven't received much education, so it's too incongruous for me to be a teacher to a little girl. How about I be the attending physician in the ambulance tomorrow?"

"Okay, then we'll switch shifts tomorrow."

Du Sheng had just agreed when Toby immediately deflated:
"The helicopter project the day after tomorrow..."

He was tormented by the nurses all night and had no choice but to give in:
"I won't participate; I'll just be a spectator."

"alright."

Leonardo tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of whiskey, the glass slamming onto the oak table with a thud, the sound like a drumbeat.
"If you die from exhaustion, Du Sheng and I will lose another brother."

Toby, with a cigar dangling from his lips, wore a sneer.
"Leo, you idiot, didn't you realize that Du Sheng is the most mischievous member of our 'Handsome Duo'?"

He gestured with his lip towards Du Sheng, who was mixing cocktails:
"This guy seems impartial, but he's full of bad ideas and secretly favors the angels."

Leonardo stroked his chin, thought carefully for a moment, and nodded:
"It seems... that's really the case."

Du Sheng placed the freshly mixed tequila Sunrise on the table, shrugged, and said:
"I was clearly cleaning up your messes, have you forgotten who pulled you out of the crowd this morning?"

Leonardo and Toby shuddered at the thought of the role-playing suggestion the other had made the night before.

After finishing her meal, Heidi Klum turned the stereo up to full volume, and Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You" blasted right on time.

Married and soon-to-be-married Miranda Kerr were like two wild horses, dancing an impromptu tango on the hardwood floor in high heels.

"Let's change the script!"

Du Sheng suddenly raised a bottle of champagne and announced.

The crowd, who were hanging stars under the Christmas tree, all turned around upon hearing this.

Before long, Leonardo began to put on a priest's robe and loiter at the entrance of the "church".

Du Sheng had also changed roles early on, fiddling with human models in the "classroom" like a newly hired intern teacher.

The supermodels who were wearing business suits yesterday are all dressed in school uniforms today.

They wore ponytails, carried small schoolbags, and their textbooks were covered with doodles.

"Isabelle!"

Du Sheng waved to the blonde model, and the chalk stubs tapped on the blackboard with a "thump, thump" sound.

"Come over here to be a human model, and the teacher will give you a full-body checkup."

Isabel bit her lip and walked over awkwardly, while Du Sheng had already picked up the ruler with a serious expression.

"Now let's test Miranda."

Du Sheng suddenly called roll, and the supermodel bride was secretly eating a gummy bear on the podium:
From an emotional perspective, what is the most sincere expression a man can make to a woman?

Miranda licked the sugar crumbs from her fingertips and blinked:

"You look beautiful today?"

"wrong!"

Du Sheng slammed the ruler on the table, the metal tip bouncing high off the wood grain.

Miranda asked curiously:
"What is the correct answer?"

Du Sheng picked up the pointer and patted it in his palm, his eyes behind his glasses narrowing into slits:

"You're not paying attention in class. It seems you need special education!"

As a dedicated teacher, one should certainly use discipline, even harsh methods, to educate lazy students so that they can remember the knowledge.

.........

After a period of fun and games, two days passed by in the blink of an eye.

The sky over Long Island was a clear, deep blue, the helicopter propellers churning the clouds as it slowly climbed toward New York.

The soundproof door between the cockpit and the passenger cabin was tightly closed. As soon as Du Sheng unbuckled his seatbelt, Candice jumped up from her seat with a scream.

"Even a roller coaster isn't this thrilling!"

She gripped the window frame and screamed; the New York Harbor below the wing looked like an overturned palette, vibrant and colorful.

By the time the plane landed on the hotel's rooftop, Du Sheng was covered in sweat and panting slightly.

These women are working harder at 30,000 feet than teachers on an island!
.........

(End of this chapter)