Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

After Shen Kaiyang finished speaking, the classroom was silent for five seconds. Then, the discussion resumed.

"Holy crap, he really misappropriated the class funds?"

"I knew it! How could there only be 320 yuan left out of so much class money? Did he spend it all on internet access?"

"The VIP rooms at Speedy Internet Cafe, I glanced at them when I passed by last time, they're fifteen yuan an hour, three thousand yuan would get you two hundred hours..."

"If Qin Lang hadn't come forward to expose us, we'd still be here being taken advantage of!"

Shen Kaiyang stood on the podium, his face grim, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He clenched his fists, stared at Qin Lang for a few seconds, then took a deep breath and looked up at the whole class.

Glancing at the angry, disappointed, and embarrassed looks in his eyes, his expression slowly returned to normal, and his tone became cold and arrogant. "Alright, part of the class funds did indeed... get borrowed by me, and these receipts... were also issued by someone I asked."

These words sparked another round of discussion in the classroom.

"Good heavens, he embezzled class funds and forged receipts, and he still thinks he's right?"

"Yeah, so what if he made a little money making short videos? He acts all high and mighty!"

"Aren't you so great? Didn't you say you could earn several thousand a month shooting videos and selling products? You're actually using our class funds?"

"..."

"I will pay this money back," Shen Kaiyang said, ignoring the whispers around him. "I spent about two thousand five hundred yuan, and I will make up for it before summer vacation."

In his view, no matter what, he cannot let his persona of being able to make money by making videos collapse.

Looking at the students sitting below, they all looked at him with skepticism. Clearly, none of them believed his claim that he could make up for the lost tuition fees before summer vacation.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Shen Kaiyang gradually regained his confidence, his tone carrying a hint of arrogance, "But what Shen Kaiyang says, he always keeps."

No one answered, and the classroom fell into a brief silence again. After about ten seconds, someone spoke up. It was Huang Ziqiang, who was sitting in the back row. He looked at Shen Kaiyang on the podium and asked, "So, what about the dinner party? Are we still going to have it?"

Shen Kaiyang glanced at Huang Ziqiang, who had asked the question, then at Qin Lang, his expression complex. He paused for a moment and said, "The dinner... will proceed as usual."

"As usual?" someone couldn't help but question. "No, class monitor, you haven't even made up for the class funds you misappropriated yet. How are you going to pay for this dinner? Are you going to make everyone pay a hundred?"

Shen Kaiyang waved his hand dismissively, as if he had already put the matter of using class funds behind him, and said in a domineering tone, "I'll pay for this dinner."

Upon hearing this, the classroom fell silent once again.

Shen Kaiyang straightened up, reverting to his usual "class monitor" demeanor, and confidently addressed everyone, "This dinner is on me, no need to pay. Next Friday at 6:30 PM, 'Liu Family Cuisine' private room, anyone who wants to come."

"That's it." With that, he turned and walked off the podium, not looking at anyone, and headed straight for the classroom door.

As he passed Qin Lang, he paused for a moment, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing and strode out of the classroom.

"What the heck? The class monitor just left like that?"

"Why is he still here? Is he waiting for us to criticize him?"

People chatted in twos and threes, and then gradually left the classroom.

With no classes in the afternoon, Qin Lang left the classroom and headed towards the school gate.

"Brother Lang, wait for me." Huang Ziqiang caught up. "Brother Lang, how did you find out that Shen Kaiyang's receipts were problematic? I looked at them for a long time and couldn't figure it out."

"I didn't realize it either. I made those up to blow him up," Qin Lang said as he walked.

"Huh? That works? Brother Lang... You're amazing." Huang Ziqiang glanced at Qin Lang with a look of admiration on his face. After a pause, he added, "But you exposed him in front of the whole class just now. He'll definitely hold a grudge against you. You'd better be careful, in case he makes things difficult for you."

"It doesn't matter," Qin Lang said indifferently.

……

At 2 p.m., at the entrance of an abandoned factory in the west of the city.

Qin Lang looked at the four people opposite him: three women and one man. A pink electric scooter was parked next to them; it was a prop that he had Huang Ziqiang rent.

Su Yue wore a black bodysuit and had smoky makeup. Xu Han wore a JK uniform and had her hair in a ponytail. Ruan Zhihuan wore a white short-sleeved top and a denim mini skirt, and her flaxen hair was tied in a bun.

Standing next to them was Huang Ziqiang, who was carrying a heavy-looking camera bag, which was the equipment Qin Lang had just bought yesterday.

"How's your learning going? Can you take portraits yet?" Qin Lang asked Huang Ziqiang, somewhat worried.

"Yes. I can move as people move, and I won't lose focus," Huang Ziqiang said confidently. Ever since Lang Ge told him to learn more about short video shooting and operation, he had indeed studied it seriously.

Moreover, before coming here, he and his ex-girlfriend Ruan Zhihuan had already made it clear that they would no longer talk about the past, would remain friends, and would hang out with Brother Lang together.

Qin Lang nodded in satisfaction with Huang Ziqiang's answer, took out a few sheets of paper from his bag, and said to the group, "This is today's script. Take a look at it. It's very simple. Once you're ready, we'll start filming."

Su Yue skimmed through the script and said with a smile, "You want me to play a naive and innocent girl who flits around on the street, but then transforms into a sexy biker girl who lifts her clothes and gets off her bike? Hehe, isn't this role tailor-made for me?"

Qin Lang smiled and nodded, "You can begin once you're ready."

The first video was filmed on a dead-end road in front of the factory. The road surface was smooth, the background was a red brick wall covered with graffiti, and the lighting was just right. The afternoon sun shone from the side, naturally giving it a warm-toned filter.

Huang Ziqiang set up the machine, adjusted the parameters, and gave the group an OK sign.

Su Yue stood in front of the camera, took a deep breath, and tried her best to get into character.

"Action!" Huang Ziqiang shouted.

In an instant, Su Yue seemed like a completely different person. Facing the camera, she clasped her hands together, tilted her head, and said in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Sisters, today I'll teach you a secret to losing ten pounds in three seconds..."

Halfway through her sentence, her expression suddenly froze, as if she had seen something off-camera. Then she whirled around, lifted the hem of her shirt with both hands, revealing a cartoon cat temporary tattoo on her waist. Then, Su Yue's sweet smile turned into a roguish grin, and her voice changed to a deep baritone: "Forget it, I can't keep up the act anymore. I'm better suited to be a biker girl."

After saying that, she turned around and walked to the pink electric scooter next to her, got on, inserted the key, and turned the throttle.

At this moment, Ruan Zhihuan appeared. He walked to Su Yue's car and handed her a black helmet with a skull and crossbones printed on it...