Chapter 63 Part 2
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Chapter 63: The Opening Thunderstrike, Little Sakura’s Awakening! (2)
Chu Yuanqing actually wanted to refuse. She hated getting strange things on her lips and felt like accepting would lead her down a path of corruption.
But thinking that the other contestants all respected the stage a lot and the other person had directly brought out half a box of makeup products, if she refused, it would not only make her seem difficult but also show a lack of respect for the stage.
In short, it would turn into a major crisis of her image collapsing.
Even though her image had probably already collapsed in the eyes of others, just earlier she earnestly answered the question about the radio wave issue. Now showing this attitude, it seemed too hypocritical!
For the reasons mentioned above, the great savior decided to endure humiliation and bear the burden.
"What shade do you like?"
Xie Qingxuan’s question interrupted her thoughts.
Chu Yuanqing was truly stumped by the question.
What shade? Aren’t they all red!
She tried to act more knowledgeable about girl stuff, but soon gave up trying to figure it out. She observed the other person’s lips carefully, trying to come up with a random color to describe.
The girl’s lips were moist, with a base color of red mixed with hints of orange and brown as accents. Upon closer inspection, there were subtle shimmering specks, giving them a textured and appealing look against her fair skin.
Looking at it this way, lipstick was indeed quite magical, instantly enhancing her beauty.
Hmm… So what color is this?
Xie Qingxuan looked at those innocent eyes, seeing the pure clarity untainted by knowledge. After a moment of thought, she casually took out a pile of makeup from the box without much explanation.
The girl focused on her task, her eyes reflecting the other person’s lips. She pulled out a new lip balm, applied it as a base, then instructed Chu Yuanqing to purse her lips as she applied a layer of foundation around them.
Next, she roughly filled in about half of the lips with lipstick, dipped a makeup brush in water, and carefully blended it out to finish the application.
Clearly.
Although Xie Qingxuan doesn’t even bother to blow dry her hair, she has some skills when it comes to idol makeup. She can manage a few basic styles on her own at least.
Xie Qingxuan gazed satisfactorily at Chu Yuanqing’s face, feeling a bit dreamy.
The shade she chose suited the other’s skin tone well. It was light in color, like a peach oolong tea, giving off a summery vibe. The texture was soft and velvety matte, without any fluorescent shine, very girly, and matched the theme of the magazine "Candy."
These changes, when applied to Chu Yuanqing’s face, just added the finishing touch. In online terms, it was so cute that it made you want to hug and kiss her uncontrollably.
Coupled with her tranquil lake-like eyes, emitting a subtle allure and an irresistible charm, it was easy to get lost in her gaze and keep staring for a long time.
Like right now.
Xie Qingxuan stared for a long time, until Chu Yuanqing’s expression gradually turned subtle, her eyes becoming guarded, then she composed herself, casually stood up, placed the lipstick on the table, and said:
"These are for you, remember to use them more often."
The words fell silent.
Xie Qingxuan happened to look up and met Kirimi Miyuki’s gaze standing outside the door.
In that instant, a strong oppressive force felt like a looming shadow, causing a palpitation.
But then, it quickly faded away, disappearing like a fleeting dream.
The young girl’s innocent face lit up with a sweet smile, as if just passing by, politely nodding and walking away, leaving behind the fading sound of footsteps.
Chu Yuanqing couldn’t see behind her, she was pursing her lips, feeling the sensation of applying lipstick, casually asking:
"Has someone come?"
Xie Qingxuan was puzzled, she tilted her head and honestly replied:
"Hmm, the door wasn’t fully closed, someone walked by."
At the same time,
Kirimi Miyuki returned to her empty dormitory room with composure.
She took out her pajamas from the wardrobe, covered the dormitory’s camera, reasonably as if she was going to take a shower, and then walked into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, her smile disappearing, with empty eyes.
Why so close?
Why no refusal?
It’s like this again, it’s like this again, it’s like this again.
Uncontrollable jealousy, irrational possessiveness, indescribable bitterness, unprecedented anger, and even… almost uncontrollable destructive desires.
—Meeting Chu Yuanqing is useful.
At least, the taste of the spotlight on the stage was instantly covered and eliminated by stronger emotions.
No way.
This won’t work.
Even if Little Shu’s method could help to reduce this possessiveness.
But without coming up with a reasonable and principled way before that, trying to distance Little Qing from the rest as much as possible, her own stage will sooner or later be tainted with dark impurities.
No, it’s still not right.
Calm, calm, calm.
After finishing reciting, Kirimi Miyuki looked at herself in the mirror, tilted her head slightly, made a gun-holding gesture with her hand, slowly raised it, and aimed at her heart in the mirror.
The Perfect Interpretation Method, which usually only appears on stage, is currently like a roaring tsunami, autonomously flowing and activating, and even entering another subtle state of "Heart Flow" with the injection of a large amount of emotions.
The depths of her pupils were surrounded by darkness, and her rosy lips trembled.
Suddenly, with a loud bang!
The imaginary roar echoed in her ears.
The empty hand, as if holding a gun, simulated the impact of the firing pin hitting the bullet, causing an explosion, creating a huge propelling force, and sending out the golden bullets.
Clatter, clatter.
In a vision only Kirimi Miyuki could see, a disturbing void appeared in her chest, where the bullet had callously pierced through, with blood blossoming like a vibrant rose, filling the air with the tang of gunpowder and blood, slowly burning and melting in her nostrils.
At that moment, intense pain successfully extinguished any surplus emotions.
The bewildered feeling in her heart was shattered by the virtual bullet, forcefully relying on self-suggestion to calm down the boiling emotions.
"It’s been a while since I used it, feels a bit unfamiliar," Kirimi Miyuki murmured.
Kirimi Miyuki whispered softly.
She had always been like this. Before stepping onto the stage, being bullied by her teammates, exploited by unethical companies, making mistakes on stage, feeling so upset to the point of wanting to die, wanting to give up more than once but not allowing herself to do so…
The Perfect Interpretation Method would become her greatest support.
It would be more accurate to say that back then, it wasn’t called the Perfect Interpretation Method yet, but rather a prototype of it.
Without this distorted self-hypnosis, painstakingly laying the technical foundation bit by bit, the Perfect Interpretation Method that forcibly led to the "Heart Flow" on stage wouldn’t even exist.
However, the further she went, the stronger her true self became. Even during the period when she was forced to graduate, she could control herself to using it only once a month on average.
And now, someone has brought out this unhealthy self-correction method again.
Kirimi Miyuki smoothed out the wrinkles on her chest fabric, expressionless, she approached the mirror and adjusted the muscles at the corner of her lips, practicing to smile as usual, demonstrating the perfect curve honed through countless trials.
In an instant,
The charm of this smile, like mist dispersing, bringing the beauty of early spring, and showing a warmth capable of melting ice and snow.
Wants to become a perfect idol.
Wants to gain sincere friendships.
The path to gaining the former is very rough.
This has always been obvious in her heart.
Could the process of gaining friendships, like the hurdles to becoming an idol, also be so painful?
Yes.
Since it’s as precious as treasure, you have to pay the price to gain it.
The throne of an idol is like this, as well as sincere friendships.
She was too naive, and she was mistaken from the beginning, causing her to fear jealousy and possessiveness in her heart, foolishly trapping herself in a mental loop, worrying about boring impurities.
What impurities can desire itself be considered?
By comparing friendship and debut quotas, one can realize that this is a selfish competition.
So…
Isn’t it normal to do whatever it takes within reason?
