Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Win-Win-Win? All Lost!
Happy times always pass by quickly.
It was ten-thirty at night.
Kirimi Miyuki looked at the pretty girl who seemed both mentally and physically tired, slouched in the massage chair, half-closing her eyes like a cat taking a nap. Her gaze wandered over the soft curves that shifted slowly with the massage, lost in thought.
Little Qing has a great figure, but she’s still underage. Is it really appropriate for her to look like this at such a young age?
The young girl unconsciously glanced at the curve of her chest, realizing her cleavage was quite large, but in Daxia, it was only around 36C.
On the other hand, the size of Chu Yuanqing’s chest, although not confirmed by touch, appeared to be at least one cup larger than her own—likely a D cup.
The fullness of her chest, however, only became attractive when combined with a thin waist, long legs, perfect bone structure, and high attractiveness, giving her an overall appearance that seemed like she walked straight out of a comic book.
After thinking for a while, Kirimi Miyuki naturally lowered her gaze and saw the fair piece of calf and ankle, feeling an inexplicable urge to pinch it.
Little Sakura unexpectedly drew close, crouching down slowly, as if in reverence yet feeling rebellious desires like a knight subdued by temptation. She gently wrapped her slender wrist with her hand, fingers sinking slightly into the milk-like smooth skin.
Chu Yuanqing had just finished training, the sticky thin sweat should have been unpleasant, affecting the sensation of her skin. But it seemed to be a psychological effect, as if she had a special magical girl constitution.
Kirimi Miyuki felt the spring snow in her hands—full of fresh vitality and a hint of late-winter chill. The scent of blooming magnolias flooded her nostrils, making her soul bow in reverence for a moment.
Suddenly, the girl’s self-centeredness shone brightly, causing her to snap out of a terrifying charm, breaking free forcefully. Her face blushed as she felt the skin she held in her hand was unusually warm, quickly letting go. Pretending nonchalance, she stood up and patted Chu Yuanqing’s arm, saying:
“Little Qing, let’s start filming once you’ve rested enough. The program group just delivered the costumes for the dance, so get changed after your shower and get ready to begin.”
Chu Yuanqing groggily opened her eyes, rubbing her sleepy eyes as she sat up slowly, unaware of taking advantage. Her lovely, delicate face looked melancholic, as if she had come from a beautiful dream to a harsh reality.
Little Sakura nervously hid her hand behind her back, feeling frightened.
Even though girls are very close and affectionate with each other, things like hugging, kissing, touching legs, and sleeping together can all be considered part of being friends.
But now, she didn’t want to show too much greed for friendship, afraid of scaring Chu Yuanqing and causing their relationship to become distant.
Luckily, nothing bad happened to Chu Yuanqing. With her almost non-existent sense of being a woman, even if she knew her legs were touched for a while, she wouldn’t think much of it.
Otherwise, Tang Liuli wouldn’t have been able to casually pinch her leg last time, doing it for a whole half hour.
In fact, even if she were to be forcefully taken advantage of right now, her first reaction would be that she’s a middle-aged man—feeling scared of committing a crime and wanting to escape, rather than feeling taken advantage of.
So, while Little Sakura did enjoy the attention before, she didn’t feel anything wrong about it at all. Well, although their stares were a bit odd and sticky, everyone’s stares were like that, and even if Miyuki’s gaze was slightly warmer, it was probably because she was focusing hard on observing her movements and being more dedicated!
Chu Yuanqing was consumed with worry, completely ignoring some small details as she got off the massage chair, stretched her body, and then walked into the A-level practice room’s bathroom.
“Little Qing, I helped put your clothes in the basket next to the sink.”
“Okay, I understand.”
Kirimi Miyuki felt relieved as she neatly put away the clothes brought by the program group, realizing that Little Qing hadn’t noticed.
The young girl gazed at her slender hands, still feeling the touch and warmth lingering on them. She suddenly felt shy, with her cheeks blushing a lovely coral pink. Her eyes filled with joy as she couldn’t help but purse her lips and softly whisper:
“So this is what it feels like to have a good friend, isn’t it?”
At the same time, Chu Yuanqing had just taken off her skirt and thrown her undergarments into the basket, feeling the coolness on her chest. She suddenly felt relieved from the constraints and heat, relaxing as she dispelled the magical disguise.
The black rims of the girl’s eyes shattered, as golden arcs of light filled them. She tossed her hairband into the laundry basket, and the ink-like blue hair lost its color in the air, turning into a pure and flawless white. The girl in the mirror seemed to shed all the glamour, only existing in simplicity but having an extremely radiant presence.
“What a troublesome appearance, it would be better if I could be more ordinary.”
Chu Yuanqing felt like every strand of her hair was sparkling with a special glow. Uncomfortably, she pinned up her long hair, put on a shower cap, glanced at her flawless reflection in the mirror, then quietly looked away and turned on the shower.
Splash, splash.
The mist blurred the smooth curves in the mirror.
The girl bathed under the falling water droplets, feeling as if gentle spring rain was nourishing her whole body. The light from the shattered lantern hanging in the center of her fair skin suddenly twinkled with diamond-like brilliance. The faint tinkling sounds, like message notifications, were all hidden by the lantern and didn’t seem unusual.
Clearly, as the popularity increased and positive emotions from true fans emerged, tiny and long-lasting Magic Crystals flowed into the lantern pendant like a continuous stream of live stream rewards.
However, because the influx was not as massive as on stage and too scattered, the flowing magic not only didn’t burden the lantern but also went unnoticed by Chu Yuanqing at first, quietly expanding the magic threshold limit.
Twenty minutes later, Chu Yuanqing suppressed her shame and put on the clothes prepared by the program group.
Standing in the dance studio with cameras all around, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her shorter-than-performance ruffled skirt and the black thigh-high stockings outlining her legs made a section of her shining white thigh particularly eye-catching and slightly awkward.
When she looked up again, she saw her slender waistline boldly exposed, with a beautiful vertical belly button. Her skin and curves were very graceful, and she was wearing a white mesh crop top that accentuated her curves.
The fabric was so thin that you could almost see the black strapless bra underneath. The off-shoulder design revealed her collarbone and delicate straps, which was very alluring and gave off a sense of pure desire.
Chu Yuanqing looked at herself in this outfit with a feeling of embarrassment, wishing she could hide like a red-eyed rabbit. The embarrassment was turning into a hint of anger.
As a savior who had experienced the ancient times, her anger was fierce, just like her unique personal charm, which could be terrifyingly mentally oppressive to ordinary people.
In her 17 years of working like a slave, she had shut down this emotional mechanism in order to lead a normal life.
So, she sighed and muttered in her heart, feeling both sad and angry. As Little Sakura began to clap and direct, she shyly danced, her skirt swaying, her long legs unwillingly bounding like a clumsy deer.
Meanwhile, Kirimi Miyuki, for some reason, did not pay too much attention to Chu Yuanqing’s expression management. Instead, she let her freely express herself and grow wild. After an hour of shooting, they patiently captured twenty-something versions until a satisfactory one emerged.
Afterward, she watched this final version of the video ten times, admiring it and feeling delighted.
Although Chu Yuanqing’s dance skills were still young and inexperienced, that wasn’t the main focus. It was her forced awkwardness and innocent confusion, contrasting with the charm of dance itself, that really shone!
Oh no, what should we do if we don’t want the audience to see Little Qing like this?
Little Sakura gently patted her cheek, resisting the urge to eat alone. With Chu Yuanqing’s permission, she helped her submit a short video and finally finished today’s task.
Looking at the lonely and pitiful Chu Yuanqing sitting on the sofa like a lost soul, Little Sakura was speechless, unsure how to comfort her.
For Little Qing, who dislikes wearing skirts, it’s quite a challenge to wear this sexier outfit and perform a dance that emphasizes body curves.
But to reach a higher stage, sometimes you have to do things you don’t want to, right?
Compared to some girl group dances with suggestive lyrics and intense focus on body curves, the dance they were practicing was as innocent and adorable as a nursery rhyme sung by kindergarten children.
Even if they may not get this dance in the next rounds, it’s always good to prepare for challenges in advance.
Otherwise, it’s hard to imagine how Little Qing would feel if she got this dance later on.
Well, she’s probably feeling very embarrassed and angry!
Because she’s already absorbed enough Honey Qing energy today.
Kirimi Miyuki was feeling very happy. She greeted the others kindly, giving them space to think independently, and left the practice room on her own initiative.
Chu Yuanqing, through self-encouragement and with a strong will like steel, fiercely defeated the evil demon of temptation in her heart. She regained her usual calmness, like an enlightened nun, becoming more open-minded and shedding some worldly desires as she walked.
It’s okay, as long as she is successfully eliminated, pays her insurance fee, and creates her own body remnants, she can depart peacefully.
Even if videos of her dancing in a short skirt spread all over the world, it won’t matter!
Yes, that’s right. Out of sight, out of mind.
Chu Yuanqing returned to her dorm room and was surprised to find Xie Qingxuan, Tang Liuli, and Liang Xiaoxiao all gathered there. The atmosphere was oddly tense.
Tang Liuli, as usual, remained gloomy and antisocial. She hid under the covers, staring at sheet music on her iPad, resembling a prickly hedgehog with a thick social barrier.
Xie Qingxuan had removed her makeup, revealing her natural, radiant skin. Her appearance was simpler and more grounded than usual. Dressed in a vintage cloud-patterned robe, she sat upright at the table, calmly reading a book with a serene demeanor.
Liang Xiaoxiao sat on the bed, absorbed in her iPad, jotting notes on a notepad. She seemed deep in thought, not engaging with anyone. The room felt overwhelmingly quiet, almost unnervingly so.
However…
The moment someone entered the dorm room, the social barriers between the three of them collapsed. Their attention shifted from their tasks to Chu Yuanqing, who had changed into a new outfit, her bare collarbone and shoulders now exposed.
“Honey Qing, you look hot!”
Tang Liuli’s eyes were drawn to Chu Yuanqing’s slim waist, her curiosity piqued. She almost asked if she could touch her belly button, but suppressed the urge. Quickly, she hid her iPad under the pillow, pretending to lie in bed, unable to sleep.
Tang Liuli’s acting skills were on full display. She tilted her head slightly, looking tired and vulnerable. Her green eyes shimmered with an almost pitiful quality as she softly asked:
“Little Qing, I can’t sleep. Can you read Victor Hugo’s Quiet Contemplation for me?”
Seeing this, Liang Xiaoxiao smirked inwardly. She quietly closed her notepad and placed it on the bedside table.
The girl wrapped herself in a blanket, pretending to feel emotional, as if she had just been forced out of her home. Her tone shifted to one of gentle sadness and maternal tenderness.
“Little Qing, I want to listen too, but not Still Life Collection—it’s Andersen’s Thumbelina.”
Xie Qingxuan was puzzled.
Why was everyone so obsessed with bedtime stories?
Did listening to Chu Yuanqing’s bedtime stories increase the chances of winning on stage?
No, she thought. I missed one opportunity today, I can’t miss another.
After a moment’s contemplation, Xie Qingxuan grabbed a fairy tale from the bookshelf, laying back on the bed with the book before Chu Yuanqing. She covered herself with the blanket, placed the book with its beautiful cover on a nearby fruit, and requested earnestly:
“Chu Yuanqing, I want to hear Avesol, please.”
The posture was strikingly innocent, almost like a cute, unaware golden retriever. The final plea, adorable to the extreme.
Chu Yuanqing couldn’t help but smile. She reached out to touch her hair, picked up the heavy fairy tale book, and surveyed the room, a bit uncertain:
“I can read, but who should I read to first?”
For a moment, the tension in the room was palpable.
Tang Liuli was utterly confused.
Wait, letting Honey Qing read bedtime stories wasn’t my idea?
Frustrated, she fumed. How dare these devious intruders make such a move? No sense of fair play! The audacity!
NTR! This is NTR!
That annoying blondie, stay away from Honey Qing!
The anger and resentment in her heart intensified.
If only there were no consequences, she would have punched the Great Devil’s chest, silenced Liang Xiaoxiao with a towel, and then snuggled up to Honey Qing, her head gently stroked, listening to bedtime stories, and drifting off into a warm, peaceful dreamland.
But in reality, Tang Liuli could only reach out from beneath her covers, her feelings of anger and frustration simmering. She hesitated for a moment before softly suggesting:
“How about… rock-paper-scissors?”
Liang Xiaoxiao thought for a moment, then rolled over, readjusting her blanket. She freed her arms and casually agreed, reaching her hand out:
“Whoever wins gets to hear the story they want first.”
Xie Qingxuan didn’t object but added with a sly precision:
“Best of three, or one game winner-takes-all.”
“Let’s decide the outcome in three rounds.”
“Okay,” agreed Tang Liuli, confident as ever.
She felt as though nothing could stop her, like a pufferfish puffing up with confidence. With her “Heart Flow” state of mind, no challenge could stand in her way—not even rock-paper-scissors.
So you’re the Great Devil, huh? And you’re Liang Xiaoxiao?
Today, I will impress you all with my amazing wisdom!
The game began without a hint of smoke but full of childish competitiveness.
Two minutes later, Liang Xiaoxiao withdrew from the battle, conceding defeat peacefully.
Three minutes after that, Tang Liuli lost and faced the ultimate defeat.
Xie Qingxuan quietly turned off her cheat codes, eagerly arranging the blanket and patting the bed, signaling Chu Yuanqing to sit.
Meditation, as a magical skill, might not have the same visual impact as “Heart Flow” on stage, but it surpassed it in terms of reflexes and quickening thoughts.
Rock-paper-scissors? Such a silly game.
Tang Liuli was on the brink of tears.
She watched as Chu Yuanqing slowly sat down on the Great Devil’s bed, her emotions torn between sadness and anger. She felt like a hero discovering a princess in a dungeon, unable to help herself.
Liang Xiaoxiao, however, didn’t care. She was on the top bunk and couldn’t enjoy the head massage.
As for the bedtime stories? “Thumbelina” was just a random choice. It didn’t matter what story was told, as long as she could hear Chu Yuanqing’s voice.
Win-win-win!
So, the only one who truly lost in the dorm was the shy girl who couldn’t resist hiding beneath her blanket, dropping small pearls of emotion.
But these emotions slowly faded away as Chu Yuanqing lowered her voice, like singing ancient poems, drifting the dormitory into a warm, tranquil sea.
After a while… after a while…
In a dormitory lit only by a small nightlight, Tang Liuli peacefully fell asleep, no longer haunted by nightmares of her mother hanging before her.
Liang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, briefly escaping the cruel reality, her lips curving into a smile.
Xie Qingxuan drifted into a dream, her subconscious continuing its descent into meditation, belonging to Chu Yuanqing’s Personality Fragments, constructing a falling rain, piecing together a complex and enticing puzzle.
But even more captivating than all of this was the soft, gauze-like mist, as precious as gold, seemingly blessed by the gods—a love that gently caressed her eyes and eyebrows, warmth spreading from her soul.
Chu Yuanqing, Chu Yuanqing…
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At the same time, while the dormitory was filled with restless children, millions of “Dazzling Stage” fans worldwide logged onto TikTok precisely at midnight, beginning their battle for the Carry Center.
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So precious… she is the single most important existence in the world…QAQ
I don’t know whether I can last the week waiting for an update;;