Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only Fan!

For the losing side, match-fixing is, in non-extreme circumstances, more harmful than beneficial.

While fans may not blame you for your defeat or weakness, in the long run, it will label you as lacking in ability, reduce your influence on the public, and consequently affect your public image.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that some people want to deliberately play weak and lower fans' expectations, so that they can present an extremely wonderful stage performance in the second Public Performance, deliberately creating a strong sense of contrast and fabricating their own comeback story.

Even to complete this plan, the fake competition must be made to look realistic; otherwise, it would be like making a fool of the audience and would inevitably backfire.

This will lead to one result.

In other words, the time cost increases, the benefits of match-fixing decrease, and the bonds of the temporary alliance weaken.

The reason this group is gathered here is less to continue fixing matches as instructed, and more to show that they all have ulterior motives and are plotting how to take advantage of the situation to maximize their own gains.

Simply put, this is a real-life version of high-end Werewolf, and the first to be eliminated are definitely those fools who really hope to get ahead by rigging the game.

Playing the same trick once is enough.

Furthermore, only in the initial round of advancement can everyone share the same interests and demands. Not only is the cost of fixing matches in the second round higher, but there is also a crucial issue.

That is—who will play the loser's bracket?

It's important to understand that the loser not only has to bear negative public opinion, but also has to return to the C1 area, find another teammate, and learn a new dance song all over again in order to make the performance more convincing.

Even with the most ideal allocation calculations, where everyone can get a near-perfect pairing, being in the loser's bracket means that if there's a mistake in the subsequent allocation chain, the whole thing will be lost, and they'll become stepping stones for the winner's bracket.

This is yet another game of human nature.

Dream Weaver Rabbit allowed the formation of the match-fixing alliance, yet it had long foreseen its collapse.

The following day, a series of stage battles unfolded.

Backstabbing, infighting, fraud, acting, breach of contract... all sorts of ugly yet interesting, plot twists and turns are fully displayed in the details of the stage battle.

Among them are even low-rated players who have awakened [Flow State] and actively launch malicious and crazy revenge attacks against others!

Ruan Wutong, a trainee rated D-Class, was deceived and betrayed by a friend from the same company. Unprepared, she went on stage for her first PK and was abandoned in the waiting area.

Now, she has formed a revenge alliance with other trainees who received the same treatment. In one day, she launched stage battles against three teams that were involved in match-fixing. Relying on the boost and ability of [Flow State], she transcended her original class and achieved a terrifying record of complete victory.

This team was like a demon lurking in the B1 area. After winning the challenge, they refused to select any teammates, forcing all the losers to re-select their dance tracks. With their domineering strength, they tore apart the paper agreement of the match-fixing alliance and declared the power of [Flow State] to the players of the Sea Capital region!

Ruan Wutong's [Flow State] state is clearly more suitable for PvP than Qi Yushuang's. Her awakened ability is categorized under stage presence. Even when facing high-difficulty dungeons from the double B combination, she can still defeat opponents of higher ranks, creating a typical comeback image of being invincible all the way.

Of course, this is also related to her obsessive desire for revenge. A normal person would have chosen to advance directly after defeating the traitor, and would not have taken the risk of continuing to challenge strong teams.

This approach is high-risk, high-reward, and now she's getting a significant role in the third episode.

However, Ruan Wutong's mad behavior successfully attracted another vengeful demon with even more terrifying purity. She became Ruan Wutong's roadblock, forcefully and domineeringly breaking his continuously rising path of counterattack and bestowing upon him a miserable defeat.

--Chen Yining.

This once poised, proud, and elegant Young Lady, upon facing defeat, had everything she had held dear negated. Her friendships, love, persistence, hopes, and expectations all collapsed in an instant, forging a morbid and self-centered persona.

Therefore, a D-Class fighter who relies on counterfeit items to fight across ranks is naturally no match for her.

Ruan Wutong suffered a crushing defeat, but was then recruited by Chen Yining and joined her team.

The fact that this person was chosen was not surprising to the spectators.

In Chen Yining's team, apart from Ruan Wutong, who is also an avenger, and Lin Bao'er, the lead singer of B-Class, the most incomprehensible thing is the teammate she took away in the C1 area.

--Liang Xiaoxiao.

Although Liang Xiaoxiao's teammate is a C-Class lead vocalist, essentially a lower-level replacement for Lin Bao'er, and there was indeed no need to choose, given Chen Yining's team composition, choosing to challenge Liang Xiaoxiao's team is itself a puzzling decision.

However, the answer to this question was quite clear in the mind of a certain Young Lady.

"Liang Xiaoxiao, you're very unwilling to accept this, aren't you?"

"I see it. The desires hidden deep within your heart: fantasies, malice, resentment, despair, anger, and... the greed that is trying so hard to appear calm while swallowing all of this."

"I want to make use of this. This is the value you can give me, and in return, as long as you stay in my team, you will eventually meet the person you want to meet."

Liang Xiaoxiao agreed.

Or rather, she had no reason to refuse.

Whether it was the strong team configuration of 1A1B or Chen Yining's seemingly insightful persuasive rhetoric, both were unexpected gains for her.

Chen Yining to use her, which is fine.

This at least proves that they still have value to be exploited.

Moreover, compared to friendship and bonds, a relationship of mutual exploitation is more in line with the values she has been cultivated since childhood.

Thus, this revenge team, excluding Lin Bao'er and possessing an exceptionally high level of purity, arrived at area A1 at top speed, preparing for the final 4v4 raid.

Amidst this delicate atmosphere, Chu Yuanqing's team remained oblivious to the outside world, focusing solely on individual training.

Ji Shuzhu wiped her face with a towel and looked at the two of them, saying:

"You've almost finished practicing the new choreography, <ACUTE>. The basic structure is the same as I envisioned. After refining some details of the movement, you can wear the equipment to deepen your muscle memory."

Chu Yuanqing nodded seriously. Since both of her teammates were experts in their respective dance roles, her progress had slowed the team down by at least two days. It was naturally a good thing to use external help to accelerate the learning process.

Xie Qingxuan had no objections.

Rather, the biggest difference between having A-Class athletes and not having them lies in the effectiveness of these shared devices. Without high-tech massage pods, energy drinks that provide immediate results, and sleep pods that enhance sleep quality, maintaining 12 hours of high-intensity training every day would be simply impossible.

Therefore, we should take advantage of what we can, and let the strong stay ahead by snowballing our advantage. This is the main theme of the <Flash Dance> competition system.

Three hours later, the evening training session ended.

Xie Qingxuan went to the practice room's bathroom to shower first.

Chu Yuanqing took the opportunity to do some extra flexibility training.

The girl stood with her back straight and shoulders upright. She spread her long legs apart, assuming a perfect vertical split on the ground, and tried to straighten her knees so that her heels rested on several yoga blocks, thereby pointing her insteps. Her curves looked beautiful and exceptionally flexible.

If sunlight were to fall in at this moment, it would be enough to express the essence of youth.

Ji Shuzhu watched this scene, lost in thought and somewhat absent-minded.

Chen Yining's movements were observed by her. Whether it was the unknown effect of the "Flow State" or the strange criteria for choosing teammates, it couldn't help but make her, as her childhood friend, have many thoughts.

If... Xiao Ning only understood [Flow State] because of my departure, does that prove my previous thoughts were correct, and that I was the one who had been binding her?

Perhaps it was because I had been eating too much dazzling food lately. After confirming this conjecture with the facts, I felt a mix of relief, sighs, self-mockery, sorrow, and joy, along with a lingering pain, which turned into a complex mix of emotions in my chest.

Ji Shuzhu stared blankly for a moment before gently raising his eyes and glancing at the pretty girl who had just finished her massage and was drinking water. He asked, almost as if possessed, "..."

"Chu Yuanqing, do you think it's right or wrong to act in someone else's best interest and make an important decision for them?"

Chu Yuanqing was taken aback; she almost immediately realized that this was related to Chen Yining.

But what made the girl even more bewildered than this was this subtle sense of déjà vu.

This statement describes Ji Shuzhu now, but isn't it also a reflection of her past self?

Even though the estrangement between father and daughter was 90% due to the erosion of the curse every three days and the worsening of hallucinations, it was ultimately her own choice.

Chu Yuanqing was arrogant, self-satisfied, or perhaps hoped to sever ties with his daughter through estrangement, so that his inevitable death would be less sorrowful.

This may seem foolish to outsiders, but those involved are often blinded by their own perspective and unable to see the most fundamental issues.

"It's a mistake."

Chu Yuanqing put down her water glass, her eyes clear and her expression earnest, and answered softly:

"Even family members who have been together for over ten years will have aspects of each other that they don't understand."

"If you can't fully understand everything about the other person, and you presume to make an important decision for them, you'll naturally arrive at the wrong result."

"Ji Shuzhu, don't let yourself regret this."

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment.

Ji Shuzhu remained silent for a while. She didn't answer the question, but simply said thank you and turned to leave.

Chu Yuanqing might be right, but until it's confirmed that there's a possibility of a cure for the illness, she can only stubbornly continue down the path of no return.

Two days later, at dawn.

When Xie Qingxuan woke up, her eyelashes fluttered, and glistening tears rolled down her cheeks.

That beautiful yet desperate dream still plays out like a dramatic epic in my consciousness, but after I regain my senses, even if I try to dig into my subconscious through Meditation State, I can hardly find a trace of it.

All I can recall are fragmented and chaotic images, like the unrecoverable reflection of the moon in a well.

Xie Qingxuan brushed the tear stains off her pillow with her fingertips. The rich and complex emotions in her heart evaporated and disappeared with the flow of tears.

"How strange."

Xie Qingxuan murmured to herself, noting that due to the effects of Meditation State, her sleep quality was extremely high, and dreams that disturbed her brain's rest rarely occurred to her.

Suddenly, the softness and fragrance of Chu Yuanqing's lips from the previous night surged repeatedly in my mind like a tide.

The Golden Haired Doggy pursed her lips, somewhat enlightened. From this subtle detail, she arrived at a guess, which wasn't quite a guess, and whispered:

"Every time I French kiss Xiao Qing, I seem to have a dream?"

So...

If I do something even more outrageous, will I be able to remember the scenes in my dream more clearly?

P. S.: I've stayed up all night again! I'm begging for monthly votes and death threats at the beginning of the month!

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Volume 1: 121. Xie Qingxuan's Big A Special A, an Unpredictable Stage of Fate. (5K)

Xie Qingxuan's idea, which came to her just after waking up, was full of whimsical and abstract ideas.

So the question is, what would be considered even more egregious?

Kissing, deep kissing, French kissing, exchanging bodily fluids, cuddling and breathing.

These are already intimate enough; what could be closer than a kiss?

If she were outside, the Golden Haired Doggy would cleverly search on Baidu or ask the all-knowing netizens through her Weibo account. Unfortunately, in the completely enclosed <Flash Dance> base, she could only explore on her own.

Previously, in order to answer her previous questions, she had carefully explored her own body while taking a shower, and carefully filled the perfectly ripe, yet still immature fruits with her hands several times.

Although I felt a bit restless and strange, it was nothing compared to kissing.

Does that mean... it only works if Xiao Qing and I touch each other there?

You mustn't touch Xiao Qing, she'll definitely yell at you!

The Golden Haired Doggy's expression remained unchanged, but it felt somewhat timid and fearful, afraid of being stared at by Chu Yuanqing with unfamiliar and distant eyes.

On the other hand, she instinctively understood that the information contained in the dream was extremely important and could not be easily discarded.

Xie Qingxuan pondered for a moment, and with her clever mind, she figured out a good way to achieve her goal without being scolded. She felt that her plan was very feasible and prepared to implement it.

It's half past five in the morning.

Xie Qingxuan first went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face, then carefully cleaned her mouth with peach-flavored mouthwash, applied a lip mask to her lips, and took off her undergarments. After everything was ready, she sat down in front of Chu Yuanqing's bed at six o'clock in the morning, like a young wife.

The Golden Haired Doggy thought for a while, then took the girl's fair wrist and slowly placed her white palm on the spot closest to her heart. Her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, she let out a muffled groan, her eyelashes fluttered, and her pupils became misty, looking somewhat confused and bewildered.

How strange, unlike when I do it myself, the moment Xiao Qing's hand touched it, the skin it touched felt burning hot, and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body like an electric current.

Xie Qingxuan's body went limp, but her expression grew increasingly serious. She felt it necessary to understand this philosophical question and to engage in dialectical thinking through further practice.

So, the force slowly increased, and the last layer of fabric rippled alluringly. The five fingers, as if holding a perfectly round balloon, sank slightly when the force was applied, and the warmth of the fingertips embedded itself in the soft, bouncy fabric. With each step deeper, the body temperature became increasingly scalding.

Xie Qingxuan seemed to have returned to her childhood, learning how to play the piano with her teacher. Her slender fingers danced across the black and white keys, producing melodious and pleasant notes, and a primal emotion and yearning for music resurfaced in her chest.

The more one desires to pursue art, the more generous and passionate the performance becomes.

Three minutes later, the shape-bound, trembling jelly swayed, the delicate fabric was a mess, and the wrinkle-resistant silk pajamas, sometimes broken and undulating, sometimes frozen and smooth, continued to change shape in the undulating waves.

The girl's pupils were unfocused, and a burning anxiety spread throughout her body. Her legs were rubbing and squeezing together, a mixture of awkwardness and confusion on her face.

Chu Yuanqing's consciousness slowly returned. In her dazed state, she felt herself sinking deeper and deeper into the softness of the cotton candy, as if she had entered some terrifying cotton candy hell. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she might wake up at any moment.