Chapter 35

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Chapter 35: Getting Sakura Girl in Three Days Because I Am..

Ah Chiu!

Inside the bathroom, steam hung in the air like a delicate veil, the sound of water splashing mingling with a cute sneeze.

Chu Yuanqing blinked, her curled eyelashes fluttering as sparkling droplets fell, her brilliant golden eyes filled

with confusion.

She cradled a soft warmth in her slender arms, her graceful form faintly visible in the misty water, her beautifully sculpted back glistening pink under the warm flow of water.

Warm water flowed down, cascading over her waist and tailbone, gliding over softly curved contours, and gently lapping at her ankles, making the ground sparkle.

“Do magical girls get colds too?”

The girl pondered in confusion, unaware that her magical girl qualities had caused a misunderstanding with a strange being. She tucked her hair behind her ears with delicate fingers, revealing her cute earlobes.

The few stray strands of hair, like faded ink, unknowingly returned to the pure white hue of Tian Shan snow.

Although her facial features and body shape remained the same, the restoration of her hair and eye colors, along with her skyrocketing attractiveness, trendy aura, and the unique sparkle of a magical girl, elevated her overall appearance—unlocking an unparalleled presence.

While magical disguises can hide hair and eye colors, constantly maintaining them can be quite troublesome.

So, in places without cameras, like bathrooms filled with mist and steam, it was rare for her to have a moment to herself.

This led the middle-aged office worker, who usually felt ashamed of cleaning this body, to nearly forget her usual “taboos” after dancing for three hours under her daughter’s watchful eye. Instead, she indulged in the relief of fatigue as hot water rinsed over her.

However, the sudden sneeze made her acutely aware of the situation.

Chu Yuanqing shook her head, like a cat caught in a downpour, and after a brief moment of embarrassment, she disguised her eye and hair colors, then walked out of the shower room with a melancholic expression.

She dried her body with a towel, closed her eyes, and slipped into soft undergarments before changing into her contestant uniform.

Since the end of the initial stage performance, trainees were only allowed to wear contestant uniforms in front of the camera.

In Chu Yuanqing’s suitcase, there were few clothes, and she didn’t care for girly outfits. She had no interest in them at all.

Glancing at the time, she realized it was already five o’clock in the evening.

The program group announced the gathering time via a broadcast, and at that time, they would officially reveal the final results of the theme song vote through real-time data.

For the other contestants, who were clearly skilled in their craft, this moment seemed crucial. But for Chu Yuanqing, who had only picked up a bit of street dance and jazz dance over the past few weeks and was primarily focused on eliminating others, it felt like just going through the motions.

The early bird gets the worm, and quitting early means enjoying an early reward.

Chu Yuanqing had a plan in mind: receive her salary, pay for insurance, and, before dying, use magic to create a fake body so her daughter could successfully claim a large insurance payout.

Everything was ready, just waiting for the salary.

Did the theme song matter? Ridiculous. She couldn’t care less.

Without much thought, Chu Yuanqing quietly used magic to dry her hair, then walked out of the large bathroom. She glanced around at the simple yet expensive decor of the underground base, slightly amazed by its vastness.

It was as intricate as a beehive and as massive as a fortress.

The practice room where the three of them had been was nearly three hundred square meters in size.

Inside, there was a variety of equipment for physical training, a separate virtual reality system, instruments to monitor body data at all times, a massage pod available for use, various offline entertainment facilities, and high-tech food not typically seen outside.

For example, sports drinks and nutritional fluids.

These items helped quickly replenish lost fluids and energy, relieve fatigue, and boost physical fitness.

Of course, this practice room was exclusively allocated to Grade A players, and only they could truly enjoy all the benefits of cutting-edge technology.

As for the other players, Grade B also has dedicated practice rooms, but they are not as luxurious in terms of specifications and functions. Grade C players no longer have their own allocated practice rooms, but can access multiple regular practice rooms with a swipe card.

Grade D and Grade F players are in a worse situation. Not only do they miss out on high-tech idol training methods, but each is limited to a large practice room corresponding to their rating.

It can only be said that as the ratings decrease, the quality of the training environment declines rapidly.

Even though the lowest grade wasn’t terrifying in itself, the comparison was always unsettling. Everyone was in the same talent show competition, yet simply because of the difference in grades, a sharp class divide was immediately created.

Who could calmly accept that?

“Dazzling Stage” had become a small society, where status was divided through grades like A, B, C, D, and F, vividly highlighting the gap between the upper and lower levels.

As Chu Yuanqing, the special guest, stepped out of the restricted access door with her daughter, entering the high-end practice room reserved for Grade A players, she could already sense the complex emotions in the eyes of the passing contestants.

Admiration, jealousy, disdain, disgust, and even ambitions to replace others.

Kirimi Miyuki was a pure idol, but after reaching Grade A, she had become the center of attention.

Whether they were contestants on the verge of elimination or those stuck in middle positions with no debut prospects, as long as they could enter Kirimi Miyuki’s circle, there was hope to break free.

—Using acting to create malicious pairings and stir up controversy for more attention.

—Trying to communicate more with others to secure additional screen time.

They sneaked into the lavish practice room, even gaining advanced access to a virtual reality system.

These challenges varied in difficulty, but each tricky task contributed to their improvement.

Even compared to the island-born, less famous Kirimi Miyuki, the other Grade A trainees—who were more popular and had broader appeal—were seen as better targets. However, due to the limited opportunities, there were always some who couldn’t resist trying to outshine her.

For example, right now.

Some trainees, their expressions subtly shifting, all seemed to be growing restless at the same time.

Because there were no cameras around and no electronic devices allowed, these idol trainees didn’t appear as flawless in person as they did on screen.

They all chased after both profit and fame.

Everyone wanted to be on stage, each with their own choices and paths to follow.

One trainee took the initiative to strike up a conversation in fluent Japanese. With her beautiful face, humble yet clever words, and a warm smile on her lips, she effortlessly created a sense of closeness between them.

Afterward, with precise timing, as if counting seconds, they left their names and a first impression before politely smiling and saying goodbye.

This didn’t cause Kirimi Miyuki much trouble, nor did it leave her much room to refuse.

It could be considered a very tactful approach.

The other competitors who said hello did the same—nothing too deliberate, but leaving subtle clues for initiating conversations in front of the camera next time.

Chu Wang Shu pretended to ignore it, secretly delighted, only wishing to make a fortune quietly.

If Kirimi Miyuki had other friends, why did she keep bothering Qing Qing?

A world for two, just around the corner!

Chu Yuanqing blinked and glanced at Kirimi Miyuki, who was still smiling perfectly despite clearly running out of social energy. Suddenly, she remembered a bullet comment that had flashed by during the last video.

— Took down Sakura Girl in three days because I am a lesbian from Daxia!