Chapter 106 Part 1

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Chapter 106 Part 1: Give Me the Choreographer You Use (1)

Under the stage.

Jiang Chi, Zhao Dapan, Luo Siling, Chen Baijiu.

These four mentors fell into the abyss together, engulfed by the dark and unreal waves, their unnecessary thoughts melting away.

In an instant, all was silent, the world faded.

Only the music’s melody thundered in their ears.

Only the dance on stage continued to flicker in their eyes.

It was aggressive, sweeping the audience into the stage atmosphere like an offshore current, a stage dominance worthy of a heavenly demon.

Xie Qingxuan felt great. She was immersed in the atmosphere of the dance and the performance itself, as if she had detached from her body to overlook the stage from another perspective, catching a glimpse of the continuous surging wave of nothingness.

This was the result of [Meditation] and [Heart Flow] synchronizing.

It was because of the former’s presence that the core ability of Plunder Shine softened and overflowed with a magical stage charm.

Xie Qingxuan had been pondering the definition of radiance recently.

In the end, she realized one thing: no matter how many interpretations of radiance could be extracted from an idol, its essence lay in evoking strong emotional resonance from the audience through their own feelings and charm.

So, the question arose—if one’s [Heart Flow] could touch, maybe even seize more abstract and illusory radiance, then why couldn’t it directly manipulate, control, and dominate the emotions of the audience?

This thought evolved into the idea of a dominating charm reigning over the stage like a Demon King.

Despite various flaws and side effects, this method of applying [Heart Flow] on stage had still brought her to the true T0 team of this episode of Dazzling Stage, enough to have an equal stage contest with the previously far-leading Little Sakura.

Chu Yuanqing remained undisturbed.

Her form of life was that of a magical girl, her soul cursed by the Sea of Truth.

The strong spiritual wave from the Great Devil kept spreading, but when it reached her, it split apart instantly, like a wave crashing against a rock, then rushed toward other directions like a frightened tiger.

At the same time, the lantern pendant hidden in the soft gap of the snowy mountain seemed to sense something, flashing with a subtle glow.

In the livestream room, numerous viewers were pouring in scattered magic. The lantern pendant seemed to receive continuous message prompts, vibrating on its own, swallowing up this tiny strangeness.

Chu Yuanqing was completely unaware. She was immersed in the stage, letting go of unnecessary thoughts, using the complete immersion of her “Heart Flow” to compensate for the lack of experience and foundation, allowing her body to continue dancing following the muscle memory developed over the week.

With the subtle shift in mindset and the slowly widening sacred defense line, the previously inaccessible “Heart Flow” in her dance had now lost its restrictions, prompting even the usually strict choreographer Chen Baijiu to express his admiration.

Xie Qingxuan looked at her partner, who was completely unaffected, and the worry in her heart slowly dissipated.

Ever since awakening her “Heart Flow,” she had been able to sense similar auras. She had challenged the pair of double A combination because she noticed they had not yet successfully awakened. As long as someone on their side could open the “Heart Flow” on stage, their odds of winning were great.

Xie Qingxuan hesitated to open up her “Heart Flow” in the first 30 seconds of the heated stage, worried it might affect Chu Yuanqing. It was only when she realized that her partner could not yet replicate that level of performance that she reluctantly decided to take action.

Now it seemed her worries had been unnecessary. Just as her “Heart Flow” couldn’t directly face her opponent’s dazzling light, the current usage of her developed “Heart Flow” would not impact them.

“Little Qing, you are indeed special.”

Xie Qingxuan whispered in her heart, her delicate features softening into a genuine smile, like ripples unfurling across a tranquil lake. For the first time, her dance steps carried personal emotion, seamlessly fusing with the amplified rhythm of “Heart Flow” and the music’s style, creating a mesmerizing chemistry.

Bullet comments in the livestream room surged rapidly as the dance neared its one-third mark.

“My left hand shields your waist, never touching your back.”

Chu Yuanqing crouched slightly to the side, her long black hair swaying in the movement, the tips gleaming ethereally under the lights. She wore a cropped brown jacket, partially covering her fair thigh. The natural curve of her waist accentuated by the skirt, outlining the contours of her hips and back.

Xie Qingxuan, standing just behind her, moved in sync, gracefully singing the lyrics while resting her hand on Chu Yuanqing’s waist.

At the point of contact, Chu Yuanqing, like a calculated strategist, restrained the other’s impulse. She cast an indifferent sidelong glance before rising and pivoting, mirroring the same move on the opposite side.

Then, as if growing indifferent yet playfully toying with each other, they distanced themselves for a moment. But with the next beat, they both spun on the spot, instinctively clasping hands.

A slight push and pull, a measured resistance—Chu Yuanqing nearly stumbled into the other’s arms, their proximity suddenly intimate.

Perhaps Xie Qingxuan’s pull was firmer than intended, or maybe her steps were a fraction faster. Either way, Chu Yuanqing’s chin inadvertently brushed against the Golden Retriever’s neck.

What was meant to be aloof—a poised moment where their lips should never truly meet—was unexpectedly transformed into a fleeting, stolen kiss. The mic captured the soft, ambiguous sound of lips skimming skin before parting.

The camera caught everything, and the audience erupted:

“Hahaha, why does this feel like last time when applying lipstick? Is Little Sakura doomed to romantic mishaps? Xie Bao, you’ve won big again!”

Xie Qingxuan savored the lingering warmth on her lips, her senses filling with the other’s faint scent.

The ever-oblivious Golden Retriever, unaware that she had lost her first kiss on stage, failed to realize the advantage she had unknowingly taken. She remained still, struggling to process the unexpected rush of tangled emotions.

For a moment, only one thought echoed in her mind:

——Little Qing’s lips are so soft.

Chu Yuanqing, lost in the performance, remained oblivious to the mishap. She continued her slow, dragging steps, resembling a temptress who flirts only to slip away, showing no trace of guilt. This kiss became the key to unlocking the other’s guarded heart, reversing their initial roles.

Xie Qingxuan’s once-dominant aura suddenly softened, as though forced to reveal a more vulnerable side. She hesitated, adjusting her approach, subtly shifting the tone of the dance and music.

Both executed this unexpected mishap flawlessly, transforming the ambiguous kiss into an intentional detail that heightened the performance’s storytelling, captivating the audience even further.

As another minute passed, “Dangerous Party” approached its climax.

Under the stage’s spellbinding allure, the audience in the livestream room found themselves pushed to the peak of their excitement, teetering on the edge of euphoria.

Xie Qingxuan sat elegantly on the ground, her bare back partially exposed, a silver chain swaying lightly against her skin. One hand pressed against the stage, one long leg stretched out in effortless ease. Her cool, alluring face bore a teasing smile at the corner of her lips, her gaze dripping with tantalizing provocation.

Not one to back down, Chu Yuanqing lowered herself onto one knee in response, crawling forward with feline grace. Her movements were slow at first, then, like a predator pouncing, she surged forward. Her slender figure swayed like a rolling wave, the curves of her body flowing with an intoxicating rhythm.

At last, she threw herself into Xie Qingxuan’s arms, like a cunning huntress. Her cheek brushed against the collar of Xie Qingxuan’s shirt, the contrast between their postures stark and striking. She lifted her head slightly, skimming past the cheek before moving upward, creating the illusion of a misplaced kiss.

But something unexpected occurred.

Xie Qingxuan instinctively tilted her head, seizing the moment. Chu Yuanqing’s lips, carrying a floral fragrance, landed not near her cheek but directly against her own—soft, warm, undeniable.

It’s so soft.

This time, it wasn’t a near-miss. Their lips met squarely, delivering an unplanned yet unmistakable first kiss.