Chapter 37
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Chapter 37: Is Chu Yuanqing a Succubus?
The voice of Dream Weaver Rabbit faded away.
Inside the classroom, there was complete silence, but every word he spoke felt like a powerful force, crashing down like fiery meteors in a vast wilderness. It ignited a grand and intense firestorm, fueling everyone’s ambitions and desires.
The elimination and selection mechanism of Dazzling Stage ensured that the contestants present had exceptionally high levels of purity in their drive and determination.
In an instant, the gaze of each contestant seemed to burn with a dark fire. Their personalities were distinct, yet they all exuded a similar aura of vitality, creating a tense atmosphere that filled the venue.
The contestants from the upper circle had an especially strong presence.
Chen Yining’s radiant smile radiated absolute confidence, and her crimson eyes shimmered with defiance.
She certainly didn’t consider herself the strongest.
However, to fulfill a childhood promise, she needed to become a bit prouder, more confident, and work even harder. Only by building this false yet perfect self could she have a chance to catch up with the true genius.
The young girl’s vibrant hair cascaded over her shoulders, her expression perfectly composed. As she glanced toward a distant figure—an old childhood friend seemingly drifting in the mist—her hand clenched briefly under the table before relaxing, retracting her gaze.
She will win.
As long as I’m with Shuzhu, I won’t lose for sure.
Ji Shuzhu glanced at Dream Weaver Rabbit, recalling the styles of the eight theme songs and analyzing the specific dance genres from the fragmented pieces.
All the movements of those dancers replayed in her mind with the help of a condition called hypermnesia. They were then calmly and efficiently dissected into pieces, like a puzzle, before finally being woven into complete dances.
After finishing all this, Ji Shuzhu felt no emotion—just dullness and mundanity.
Indeed, very boring.
Those dancers are all low-quality, nowhere near as good as Little Ning.
Only those with the shining potential to become the best idols have the possibility of breaking through all the negative impurities in the endless memory palace, injecting new happiness.
Ji Shuzhu craved happiness.
The girl’s eyes were murky and unclear. She extended her pale, slender hand, silently covering the center of her chest, as if trying to heal the increasingly painful and empty void, sitting alone in silence.
Xie Qingxuan sat in the middle, looking calm. Her platinum blonde hair shone like a blessed angel, but her eyes reflected shattered emotions—jealousy, hatred, admiration, anger, and confusion—swirling together, burning into a deep darkness.
Yes, that’s right.
Dream Weaver Rabbit was right.
This was the reason she joined Dazzling Stage and stepped onto the stage.
To crush someone’s dreams, seize their wishes, and strip away their existence, she was willing to trample on many people’s beliefs, disrespect others’ passions, and insult their efforts without hesitation.
Kirimi Miyuki sat nearby as well, but compared to the others, she appeared like a normal, well-behaved child. She seemed a bit nervous, a bit excited, yet her deep passion for the stage was clear, as she followed the path of a mainstream idol.
Next, the Grade B seating row was revealed.
Tang Liuli felt exhausted, plagued by severe insomnia and anxiety tendencies.
Though she had been unexpectedly healed by Chu Yuanqing yesterday, a rare moment of joy, the strange nature of the healing made her begin to question the beliefs she had built over her life. As a result, she had stayed up almost all night.
Dream Weaver Rabbit could not lift her spirits.
The passionate words served as a spirit booster for others, but for Tang Liuli—who had no interest in idols and was only participating in the show because she was forced to—they were nothing but meaningless chatter.
She detested the entertainment industry, hated being in the public eye, disliked the endless scrutiny and opinions on the internet, loathed being the center of attention like a puppet, and despised her current situation—weak and pushed by her father to compete.
The girl’s emerald eyes were lowered, her expression sad and gloomy, as if carrying a rain cloud over her head. She seemed worlds apart from the energized and competitive Grade B contestants around her, existing in two different realms entirely.
It would be better if the world were destroyed—or simply vanished.
But just as dark thoughts threatened to overwhelm her, Chu Yuanqing’s smile suddenly appeared in the corner of her memory.
It was like a timeless, world-renowned painting, sending warmth and comfort across time, interrupting her spiraling thoughts.
Tang Liuli pursed her lips, feeling irritated.
How strange, could someone really be so captivated by a smile, or even truly healed spiritually?
Could it be that I am actually a lesbian?
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, she angrily scolded herself in a panic.
Are you kidding me, am I a fool?
After scolding Chu Yuanqing, Tang Liuli couldn’t resist sneaking a glance at her.
Hiding in a corner just below and diagonally across, she happened to catch sight of a profile so stunning it seemed to make the world itself more beautiful.
It’s not fair—she looks so good without makeup. Is she cheating?
Tang Liuli stared, lost in thought, for about ten seconds.
But soon,
The girl snapped out of it, shaking her head vigorously like a cat caught in the rain. She quickly buried her head in her knees, her pale skin flushed with a light pink. Even the teardrop-shaped mole at the corner of her eye seemed to add a touch of allure, tinged with a bittersweet feeling.
Uh-oh, is Chu Yuanqing a succubus? How did I get charmed again?
Tang Liuli got lost in her own thoughts, making excuses for herself in a way far more obvious than Chu Yuanqing’s attempt to act nonchalant.
Among the ambitious and determined competitors, there is a subtle presence of a husky among the wolves.
At this moment, on the stage,
Dream Weaver Rabbit glanced toward the upper circle, then turned its intense gaze on Chu Yuanqing. With arms open in an almost mesmerizing gesture, it said:
“Among you, there will be winners and losers.”
“But the first assessment is not the final one. The secondary rating is the real showdown.”
“You will have a week to learn the theme song dance, after which the mentors will observe and reevaluate your performance to determine the rankings.”
“In this assessment, the original winners may fall, and those who were once considered losers could rise to the top with a powerful comeback!”
“In short, this is your chance for a fresh start.”
Dream Weaver Rabbit clapped its hands, and on the screen, the votes for each theme song began to change rapidly, as if being drawn at random—like an exciting lottery in progress.
“It is now 7:50 in the evening, with only 10 minutes remaining until the voting for the theme song chart is completely frozen.”
“The choreography and styles of these eight theme songs are all unique. There will undoubtedly be one that suits some people perfectly and one that suits others the least. To some extent, this will determine the direction and outcome of future evaluations.”
“But as I mentioned earlier, being an idol means overcoming these inconsistencies, and luck is certainly an element that must be conquered.”
“So now, among you, who will be favored by the goddess of luck?”
Translator: Book 3 has been translated and published on Amazon (https://amzn.to/3ye3Lft); Most chapters in book 3 are 6-8k words long, exhausted after translating them.
