Chapter 127 Part 2
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Chapter 127 Part 2: Little Sakura Stakes Her Love for Chu Yuanqing and Uncovers the Truth. (2)
Xie Qingxuan spoke softly:
“You also have feelings for Little Qing, don’t you? I can see it—the mixed colors in your sparkle reveal it.”
“So, I will remove this mixed color for you on that stage.”
Kirimi Miyuki was bewildered, but she swiftly regained her composure. Her expression remained flawless; her slightly downcast eyes conveyed a sense of innocent melancholy in silence.
Bet? Sparkle? Mixed color?
What are these things? Are they connected to Xie Qingxuan’s ‘Heart Flow’?
Little Sakura quickly collected herself.
Whether her words were a bluff or a random guess, there was no need to continue engaging with it.
The reason was simple – Xie Qingxuan might not care about the camera at all. Her intention could be to provoke others into saying something inappropriate. Such tactics were common in girl group auditions.
The optimal solution was to ignore it and depart immediately.
“Sorry, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
“Little Qing is waiting for me to help her carry things, and we have other matters to attend to, so we shouldn’t linger here any longer.”
Kirimi Miyuki’s eyes curved slightly at the corners, her smile pure and innocent, yet in the current atmosphere, it felt somewhat assertive and enigmatic. After speaking, she actually gathered her things and walked past Xie Qingxuan, heading toward the door.
Xie Qingxuan blinked, pursed her lips, and as someone who had never engaged in conflict before, she was successfully provoked for the first time. Unfortunately, being inexperienced with words, even after trying to formulate a response, she couldn’t think of anything to say.
At a critical moment, she suddenly recalled the day Little Sakura came to the practice room and gazed suspiciously at her lips. With a flash of inspiration, she delivered a powerful retort:
“My lips were kissed swollen by Little Qing.”
Kirimi Miyuki was startled, her steps faltering involuntarily. Struggling to maintain her smile, she glanced back at the other girl’s lips, suppressed her impatience, and politely chuckled:
“What a tedious joke.”
“If you truly care about her, you shouldn’t spread such rumors.”
Xie Qingxuan remained composed, pointing to her own lips and stating:
“I did not lie.”
“If you don’t believe me, ask her yourself.”
The golden retriever recalled the sensation of being forcefully kissed in the bathroom for six minutes. Even her typically fierce eyes now conveyed the innocence and purity of a young girl. She lifted her chin slightly and smiled happily, declaring confidently:
“So, Little Qing likes me. Because if she didn’t like me, she wouldn’t have kissed me for so long.”
“Now Little Qing will agree to join your group, merely because of the agreement between you two.”
Kirimi Miyuki’s thoughts were in disarray. She would have preferred Xie Qingxuan to maintain her fierce and rebellious demeanor rather than act foolishly and helplessly in love with an unsuitable woman.
Because this suggested that some of those gossip and rumors might actually be true.
But how could that be possible?
Little Qing was so pure and virtuous. She would shyly close her eyes during their kisses, her long eyelashes trembling adorably. Even their gentle pecks were innocent and tender, like a fledgling bird attempting its first flight, requiring dozens of consecutive kisses to meet the director’s requirements and portray the skilled affection between lovers.
So… surely a kind-hearted girl like Little Qing wouldn’t kiss that silly dog, would she?
Little Sakura felt perplexed. She pressed her lips together, restraining her bitterness and sorrow. If Little Qing needed it, she could accommodate her desires, even if it meant taking several steps forward at once, even if it meant something more intimate. She could fulfill her needs.
No, it’s incorrect, definitely incorrect.
Suddenly Kirimi Miyuki regained her senses. How could she believe such nonsense? Little Qing wasn’t that kind of person. It was merely the silly dog’s fantasy.
The young woman calmed herself, no longer hesitating. She glared at Xie Qingxuan in irritation, then quickened her pace, dragging her suitcase, and departed from this place of gossip.
However, during her journey back, her mind remained filled with the golden dog’s piercing words. Even as she took the elevator up to Area A1 and swiped her card to access the single dormitory, she still felt distracted.
Entering the dormitory,
The green-eyed cat sat on the recliner sofa, positioned in front of the PS5. She blinked her emerald eyes, engrossed in playing NieR: Automata with the controller. She skillfully maneuvered the short-skirted 2B through the bizarre amusement park.
Chu Wang Shu knelt beside the living room table, her posture erect, black hair flowing freely, earnestly studying calculus for her freshman year.
Clearly, this child was determined to study diligently and avoid academic failure. She had chosen to prepare independently in advance, displaying remarkable discipline.
The suitcases and backpack were placed in Chu Yuanqing’s room.
Kirimi Miyuki entered the kitchen adjacent to the living room.
Inside, Chu Yuanqing wore a pink apron adorned with cat paws, her long hair secured in a bun, skillfully handling fresh beef on a cutting board, knife in her delicate hands.
From behind, the bow on her apron distinctly accentuated her curves. The contours of her waist and hips were graceful and subtly full, inspiring desires to hold her waist, nestle against her delicate neck, and inhale the fragrance of her hair.
Kirimi Miyuki dared not overstep boundaries. She felt like someone who had just heard rumors of their partner’s infidelity, observing their partner cooking tenderly at home, experiencing a mixture of bitterness and warmth, suspicion and trust, creating a complex blend of twisted and conflicting emotions.
Even worse than this poor comparison was the fact that she was merely a humble admirer with a secret affection. Not only did she lack standing to question the other person’s position, but she also had no right to feel jealous. Even if Chu Yuanqing genuinely developed a relationship with Xie Qingxuan, she had no authority to interfere.
Why?
It should have been joyful to participate in activities like taking lesbian wedding photos with Little Qing or winning a competition to remain by her side. These experiences combined should have brought tremendous happiness.
However, that silly dog’s words had only upset her, even diminishing her initial joy, as if it were like a half-hour old carbonated beverage whose fizz had dissipated, leaving behind a cloying sweetness that no longer brought pleasure.
No, Miyuki, you mustn’t overthink.
Those are all fabrications, not reality. How could Little Qing possibly kiss that silly dog!
Kirimi Miyuki attempted to distract herself, disregarding the strange sensation in her heart, briefly indulging in the fantasy of forming a family with Chu Yuanqing and living a simple life. She smiled sweetly, leaned closer to her and said:
“Does Little Qing want to cook alone? Let me assist you.”
Chu Yuanqing didn’t give it much thought, pointing to the unpeeled potatoes nearby and saying gently:
“Yes, just help me with the vegetables, Miyuki.”
After speaking, Chu Yuanqing retrieved a porcelain bowl and began preparing the marinade for the beef. Her cooking process was captivating, like playing a melody on the guitar, with a clear rhythm, smooth and efficient, exhibiting a beauty that reflected years of kitchen experience.
After peeling the potatoes, Kirimi Miyuki quickly realized she couldn’t contribute much more.
Because she discovered that Chu Yuanqing’s culinary skills were remarkably impressive.
Everything she cut was both swift and precise. A potato placed on the cutting board for less than ten seconds transformed into uniformly sized strips. Even her technique of stirring and flipping in the pan was masterful and elegant. Observing her calm gaze and composed expression, it seemed as though she was accustomed to it, creating an atmosphere of ease and effortlessness.
Kirimi Miyuki immediately distanced herself from her imagined role as a partner, experiencing a sense of defeat similar to being ushered out of the kitchen by her mother. After mentioning some dietary restrictions, she dejectedly left the kitchen, slumping on the couch to absently watch television, beginning to wonder if she had completely lost her feminine appeal.
However, shortly thereafter, Little Sakura decided to set aside all her concerns. Why make herself unhappy with trivial matters? Besides, she would soon enjoy a meal prepared by Little Qing herself, which was reason enough to be cheerful.
Furthermore, today was their team’s final moment of respite.
The choreography for the four-person team had been completed earlier when they gathered in the practice room.
—— “Pandora”.
This dance was the debut song of a virtual girl group from the East Country.
The advantage of an AI girl group is that both the songs and performances can be presented without compromise, eliminating the need for simplified movements or deliberate adjustments. The dance routine features excellent coordination, complex positioning, and high difficulty.
In their team, although Kirimi Miyuki is the most skilled dancer, due to family and professional commitments, she doesn’t match the Grade A abilities of Xie Qingxuan and Ji Shuzhu, and she ranks slightly below Chen Yining.
As for the others, Chu Wang Shu’s background is in ethnic dance, Tang Liuli is the lead vocalist with adequate dance skills, and regarding Chu Yuanqing, little needs to be said.
In essence, this dance presents a significant challenge for them, and being able to rest for half a day is entirely thanks to Chu Yuanqing. It wouldn’t be appropriate not to celebrate properly.
An hour later, the table was filled with an array of colorful and appetizing dishes.
Chu Wang Shu’s eyes brightened as she consumed a piece of braised pork with osmanthus, savoring its smooth texture and aromatic flavor, not at all greasy. She was about to compliment the cooking when she noticed Chu Yuanqing, still wearing her apron like a mother, approaching with a small bowl.
It contained a delicious serving of ice powder with crushed peanuts, raisins, and hawthorn, perfect for summer consumption.
Strange? Why does this resemble so closely the kind of dish my father often prepares?
