Chapter 80
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Chapter 80: Win-Win-Win? All Lost!
Happy times always pass by quickly.
Ten-thirty at night.
Kirimi Miyuki looked at the pretty girl who seemed tired both mentally and physically, slouched in the massage chair, half-closing her eyes like a cat taking a nap, with her gaze wandering over the soft curves that moved slowly with the massage, getting lost in thought.
Little Qing has a great figure, but she is 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, which was a D cup.
The fullness of the chest, however, was only attractive when combined with a thin waist, long legs, perfect bone structure, and high attractiveness, giving an overall appearance that seemed like walking 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.
The end…
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, with the scent of blooming magnolias flooding 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 as 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 doesn’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 threw 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 are still young and inexperienced, that’s not the main focus. It’s her forced awkwardness and innocent confusion, contrasting with the charm of dance itself, that really shines!
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, these three kids, all hanging out in the dorm, creating a rather strange atmosphere.
Tang Liuli remained gloomy and antisocial as usual. She hid under the covers, looking at sheet music on her iPad, resembling a prickly hedgehog that had built a thick social barrier.
Xie Qingxuan had removed her makeup and her skin looked great, with a more simple and natural look than usual. She was wearing a vintage cloud-patterned robe, sitting up straight at the table, holding a book and reading it with a gentle and serene demeanor.
Liang Xiaoxiao sat on the bed, using an iPad and taking notes on a notepad. She looked very focused and didn’t talk to anyone. The room was very quiet, almost silent.
However…
When someone entered the dorm room, the social barriers between the three of them broke down. Their attention shifted from their studies to Chu Yuanqing, who they noticed had changed clothes, showing off her bare collarbone and shoulders.
——Honey Qing, you look hot!
Tang Liuli looked at Honey Qing’s slim waist with great interest. She really wanted to ask politely if she could touch her belly button.
But to avoid being kicked out of the dorm, she suppressed the urge and quickly hid her iPad under the pillow, pretending to lie in bed without being able to sleep.
Tang Liuli displayed her acting skills to the fullest, looking timid and gloomy, showing a hint of tiredness when tilting her head. Her green eyes were like rippling lakes, making her appear very pitiful. She asked softly:
"Little Qing, I can’t sleep. Can you read Victor Hugo’s ‘Quiet Contemplation’ for me?"
Seeing this, Liang Xiaoxiao smirked inwardly, silently closing her notepad and putting both things on the bedside table.
The girl obediently lay down, wrapped herself up in a blanket, and suddenly felt emotional, as if she had been forced out of her home that day, feeling low and sad, with a hint of maternal tolerance.
"Little Qing, I want to listen too, but not ‘Still Life Collection,’ it’s Andersen’s ‘Thumbelina.’"
Xie Qingxuan felt confused.
Why does everyone like to listen to bedtime stories?
Can listening to Chu Yuanqing’s bedtime stories increase the chances of winning on stage?
No, I missed one opportunity today, I can’t miss a second chance.
After thinking for a moment, Xie Qingxuan took a fairy tale from the bookshelf, laid back on the bed with it in front of Chu Yuanqing, covered herself with the blanket seriously, placed the old book with its beautiful cover on the nearby large fruit, and made a solemn request:
"Chu Yuanqing, I want to listen to ‘Avesol,’ please."
This posture looked like a charmingly oblivious, serious golden retriever, especially with the final plea, which was adorable to the extreme.
Hmm, the Great Devil successfully defeated two conspirators using natural methods.
Chu Yuanqing couldn’t help but reach out to touch her hair. She picked up the heavy fairy tale book, looked around the entire dormitory, feeling a bit unsure:
"I can read, but who should I read first?"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the dormitory became tense.
Tang Liuli was confused.
What’s going on? Letting Honey Qing read bedtime stories, wasn’t that my idea?
Annoyed, how could you despicable thieves be so sneaky? Attacking and deceiving! No sense of fair play! It’s downright shameful!
NTR! This is NTR!
That darn blondie, stay away from Honey Qing!
The little girl grew angrier and angrier, almost grinding her teeth in hatred.
If she wasn’t so afraid of consequences, she would have punched the Great Devil’s chest, silenced Liang Xiaoxiao with a towel, and then could have snuggled up in Honey Qing’s arms alone, getting her head gently stroked and listening to bedtime stories, drifting off into a warm dreamland.
But in reality,
Tang Liuli could only silently reach her hand out from under the covers, enduring her grievances and anger, hesitantly suggesting in a soft voice:
"How about… rock-paper-scissors?"
Liang Xiaoxiao thought carefully, glanced at her own spring roll-like form, rolled in the opposite direction first, then freed her arms, fixed the blanket properly pretending to be unharmed, and agreed by reaching out her hand:
"Whoever wins gets to hear the story they want first."
Xie Qingxuan didn’t object, but added with precision:
"Best of three, or one game winner-takes-all."
"Let’s decide the outcome in three rounds."
"Okay."
Tang Liuli smirked to herself, feeling confident like a pufferfish puffing up. She could access the "Heart Flow" state of mind. What challenge could mere rock-paper-scissors pose to her when she could enhance her thinking and easily win?
So you’re the Great Devil, huh? And you’re Liang Xiaoxiao?
Today, I will use my amazing wisdom to completely impress you all!
Thus, in a war without smoke but full of childishness, it officially began with someone brimming with confidence.
Two minutes later, Liang Xiaoxiao withdrew from the battle, accepting defeat peacefully.
Three minutes later, Tang Liuli lost and tragically passed away.
Xie Qingxuan quietly turned off the cheat codes, then eagerly arranged the blanket and patted the bed, signaling for Chu Yuanqing to come sit.
Meditation, as a magical skill that can influence the brain, may not have the same visual impact as Heart Flow on stage, but it surpasses Heart Flow by a lot in terms of reflexes and speeding up thoughts.
Rock-paper-scissors? What a silly game.
Tang Liuli was on the verge of tears.
She watched as Chu Yuanqing slowly sat on the Great Devil bed, feeling as complex as a hero who discovered a princess in the dungeon with words written all over her body and a love tail sprouting out of her. She felt a mix of sadness and anger, only able to resent her own incompetence.
Liang Xiaoxiao didn’t care, she was already in the top bunk and couldn’t enjoy Chu Yuanqing’s head massage.
As for bedtime stories? "Thumbelina" was just a random fairy tale she told to listen to Chu Yuanqing’s voice more, it didn’t really matter if she told it or not.
Winwinwin!
So, the only person in the dorm who lost completely was a shy miss who couldn’t resist hiding in her blanket to drop small pearls.
But these emotions gradually drowned with Chu Yuanqing lowering her voice, like singing past poems, in the warm sea with swaying waves.
After a while, after a while.
In a dormitory with only a small night light on,
Tang Liuli fell asleep peacefully, no longer dreaming of the horrifying scene of her mother hanging in front of her.
Liang Xiaoxiao closed his eyes, briefly escaping from the cruel reality, with a smile on his lips.
Xie Qingxuan drifted into a dream, her subconscious continuing to fall down, autonomously entering meditation, belonging to Chu Yuanqing’s Personality Fragments, like constructing a falling rain, piecing together an extremely complex and enticing puzzle.
But even more gripping than all of this, was that soft as gauze mist, as precious as gold, seemingly blessed by the gods – love.
The person’s delicate hands gently caressed the eyes and eyebrows, warmth spreading and emanating from the soul.
Chu Yuanqing, Chu Yuanqing…
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At the same time,
While the dormitory was filled with children having trouble sleeping, millions of "Dazzling Stage" fans worldwide logged onto Tik Tok precisely at midnight, beginning the battle for the Carry Center.
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Updated: 2024/12/03
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