Chapter 52
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Chapter 52: The Method of Deduction, Breathing a Whole New World
The next day.
Morning, Grade C Practice Room.
Kirimi Miyuki’s tone was serious as she criticized,
“Little Qing, your movements are too stiff!”
Chu Yuanqing’s delicate and pretty face reflected a mix of determination and despair. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and sweat trickled down her temples, emphasizing her flawless skin.
She stood still, her eyes lowered in guilt, nervously twisting the hem of her skirt with slender hands. She tried to conceal her alluring, fair thighs, but the effort was futile; the graceful curve of her calves remained visible.
Her figure was simply too striking—long legs in a golden ratio, smooth curves, and porcelain-like skin. The short skirt she wore only made her appearance even more attention-grabbing.
Xie Qingxuan found himself stealing more glances than usual.
Noticing this, Liang Xiaoxiao quietly tugged her own skirt a little higher.
Tang Liuli muttered a curse under her breath, calling Chu Yuanqing a wicked succubus. Blushing furiously, she turned away and left.
Even Chu Wang Shu couldn’t resist touching Chu Yuanqing’s skirt as she walked by, marveling at the smooth texture. She lingered for a moment before reluctantly moving on.
The other contestants in the dance room occasionally found themselves staring absentmindedly at her legs during their breaks.
Meanwhile, the livestream audience was going wild, and the comments section spiraled out of control.
Chu Yuanqing wore the outfit provided by the program the previous day. It was meant for the secondary rating and matched the uniform dress code for the theme song performance. The outfit—a simple white short-sleeved shirt paired with a white skirt in a JK style—highlighted her slim waist and creamy skin. It subtly hinted at her belly button, exuding a fresh and summery vibe.
For the other contestants, this attire wasn’t a big deal. They wore similar outfits regularly and saw this as an opportunity to get used to it early.
But for a middle-aged father trapped in a magical girl’s body, this was pure torture.
The terrifying monster with tentacles that Chu Yuanqing had banished from her thoughts resurfaced vividly in her mind. It cackled wickedly, tormenting her innocent magical girl form with its grotesque appendages.
This was punishment straight from hell.
A cruel insult to a retired hero.
A relentless assault on a father’s dignity.
The despicable red-eyed rabbit. The vile Dazzling Stage officials. The mean-spirited audience.
In this moment, Chu Yuanqing hated every single person who appreciated short skirts.
Kirimi Miyuki, still serious and patient, continued her corrections:
“And in the final part, don’t forget to smile. Your expressions are crucial—they give the dance its soul.”
“Candy is a sweet song,” she added. “You need to convey that sweetness in your movements. If you’re too rough, you’ll lose the girly charm the routine demands.”
“Also, this performance involves singing and dancing simultaneously. While the moves aren’t big, they require significant energy. You’ll need to carefully control your breathing.”
“There are only six days left, so we have to focus on improving your stamina and refining your skills quickly.”
Chu Yuanqing didn’t want to hear any of this. All she wanted was to finish the lesson and rush back to her dorm to change.
However, Little Sakura was determined. Despite delaying her own training, she came to the Grade C Practice Room to offer personal guidance with words and actions.
Her dedication and confidence in her abilities bordered on saint-like behavior in the competitive world of Dazzling Stage.
Chu Yuanqing couldn’t bear to let her down. Despite her embarrassment, she suppressed the urge to fidget with her skirt and forced herself to maintain a serious expression, pretending to listen intently.
Kirimi Miyuki’s criticism was valid, but the moment Chu Yuanqing put on that short skirt, her mind blanked out. Dancing became the least of her worries.
Even the fans watching the livestream noticed something was off:
“Is Honey Qing feeling shy? Her ears are turning red!”
“I saw her unconsciously tugging at her skirt earlier. So cute!”
“Wait, did you notice that Honey Qing actually improved a lot yesterday, but the moment she put on a skirt, she immediately regressed?”
“Oh yeah, after wearing the skirt, her movements became noticeably stiff. Maybe Honey Qing isn’t used to wearing skirts?”
“It’s quite possible. Considering Honey Qing’s difficult situation, just managing to eat and dress warmly for school must’ve been a challenge. She probably never had the chance to buy skirts.”
“Indeed. Even in the photos of her working at the maid café, she wore a more classical maid dress. In other leaked photos, she’s either in a uniform or a school outfit—not a single casual look.”
“Oh no, stop talking—I’m about to cry. Honey Qing is so pitiful.”
“Damn it, stupid livestream! Why can’t we send money to the contestants?”
In the livestream chat, viewers successfully pieced together the reasons behind Chu Yuanqing’s underperformance. Saddened by their conclusions, some even indulged in self-pity before rallying louder support for her debut.
Kirimi Miyuki wasn’t oblivious either. She cast a thoughtful glance at Chu Yuanqing’s long, white legs and remarked,
“Little Qing, you seem uncomfortable in that dress. Did you forget to put on safety shorts?”
Annoyed, Chu Yuanqing grumbled while clutching her skirt,
“I’m wearing them! Of course, I wouldn’t forget!”
Her tone softened as she nervously adjusted her skirt and confessed,
“I’m just not used to this. I’ve never worn something like this before. It feels chilly… and insecure.”
Kirimi Miyuki nodded in sudden understanding and curiously asked,
“You’re very cute, but you seem not very good at acting cute.”
Chu Yuanqing froze, speechless for a moment, a mix of sadness and awkward joy washing over her.
Good news: Not being good at acting cute was perfectly normal.
Bad news: She was so praised she wished she could hide.
Looking serious, she argued earnestly,
“Because society is very complicated. Being too cute can make people look down on you.”
Recognizing the personal nature of the topic, Kirimi Miyuki tactfully avoided pursuing it and instead said firmly,
“Anyway, Little Qing, what matters most right now is completing your singing and dancing routine smoothly.”
“To adapt faster, I suggest you wear a skirt during all future practice sessions. Over time, you’ll get used to it.”
“As for improving your movements and expression control, aside from experience, I think the main issue lies in your mindset.”
“Why don’t you try method acting?”
Chu Yuanqing, still reeling from the terrifying idea of wearing skirts every day, looked confused.
“Method acting?” she asked.
Kirimi Miyuki explained,
“In acting, there’s a technique called experiential or method acting. Actors immerse themselves in their character’s emotions to deliver a fuller, more authentic performance.”
“I believe this applies to idols as well.”
“Nobody is perfect. It’s our imperfections that cause us to hesitate, make mistakes, disappoint our audiences, and struggle to reach our limits.”
She paused briefly before continuing,
“But think about the future you.”
“If it’s the national idol Chu Yuanqing—the Chu Yuanqing carrying the expectations of millions of fans, the Chu Yuanqing who’s braved countless world-class stages—wouldn’t she be able to do better? Maybe even achieve perfection?”
Kirimi Miyuki’s eyes sparkled with determination. Her confident smile radiated warmth and optimism.
“Some things are like that. Because you believe you can do it, because you think it’s possible, you make it happen.”
“It’s essentially a form of self-hypnosis—letting go of your old habits, dismissing superficial worries, and shedding the irrelevant parts of yourself while on stage.”
“What remains is the purest version of you, solely focused on being an idol.”
“Little Qing, if you can do this, you’ll breathe in a whole new world.”
