Dad, Please Let Me Solo-Push! 129

Although the dormitory is large and spacious, it seems there's no reason for Xiao Qing to read bedtime stories to me alone.

Kiriwake Yayoi not childish at all, but because of Chu Yuanqing, she is still very interested in the bedtime stories that the Green Eyed Cat boasts about every day.

Right now, their beds aren't even next to each other, so they can't even eavesdrop.

As for proactive requests...

Such a childish request would definitely be seen as something a kid would make, right?

Kiriwake Yayoi still had her pride. She didn't want to show her immature side to Chu Yuanqing, nor did she want to waste any more of his time. So she could only give up in frustration, go back to her room to sleep, and prepare for tomorrow's "inspection."

At the same time,

Chu Wangshu obediently covered herself with the blanket. She was used to sleeping on her side, and when her eyes were closed, her long, thick eyelashes covered them, casting a shadow from the light of the nightlight.

Tang Liuli is also very well-behaved, but this child is used to sleeping wrapped in a blanket, and likes to bury her head in it, or only show her eyes, which looks strangely cute.

This is somewhat similar to Liang Xiaoxiao's situation; both stem from a lack of security.

Chu Yuanqing felt a strange sense of beauty, like a parent inspecting a child's room. Looking at her Little Cotton-padded Jacket's adorable appearance, she couldn't help but touch her cheek, her eyes crinkling and her lips filled with a smile.

Tonight's bedtime story is the classic, "The Little Prince."

However, for the two people in the bedroom, the focus of listening to bedtime stories was never the stories themselves, but rather Qing Mom's slow and gentle voice, like the calm sunset at dusk, seeping into their hearts little by little.

Tang Liuli controlled the frequency of empathy, and she fell into a deep sleep in the warmth of a cradle.

Half asleep, Chu Wangshu recalled the scene of being held in her Dad's arms as a child, listening to him slowly tell her stories to comfort her. A sweet smile appeared on her lips as she slowly drifted into sleep.

Chu Yuanqing closed the Fairy Tale Book, gently brushed the stray hairs on the Little Cotton-padded Jacket's forehead with her slender fingertips, bent down and, without a single ulterior motive, gave the child a light, fleeting kiss on the forehead, like a mother affectionately kissing her baby.

The darkness in the girl's eyes faded, as if a magnificent era had been unveiled, revealing a shimmering sea, its surface rippling and sparkling. She whispered softly to herself:

"Xiao Shu, how much longer can I... stay with you?"

Even if the lantern draws upon the wishes of millions of people, it cannot sustain even a second longer. The soul and memories inevitably decay, and when the emotions in the heart have faded away, all that remains is a spirit that survives solely on its obsession.

At that time, she might be able to wave the Laevateinn one more time for all living beings.

But... he will never be Chu Wangshu's father again.

Volume 1: 129. Yayoi, are you no longer capable?

Nine o'clock that night.

After a two-week hiatus, the official Flash Dance account finally updated its status, announcing a major piece of news to the public.

--The third episode will be updated tomorrow at noon!

The single stone stirred up a huge wave of excitement, with viewers erupting in cheers across various social media platforms:

"Hurry up and bring it out! I can't wait to see this pretty girl's figure!"

"Hehehe, our <FlashDance> is so generous! The irregular updates are almost like a lottery, every time I see an update notification it feels like winning the lottery???"

"Hehehe, I get to see Qing Bao again! I hope there will be more shots like the Public Performance footage during the stage PK."

"Don't you know Chu Yuanqing's house has collapsed?? She clearly told me she'd come over to play the piano, but when I got to her house, I played on a mattress???"

"You're dreaming, aren't you? I'll slap you twice across the face!"

"Sigh, I hope the girl I'm pursuing is alright. After watching those live streams, it feels like even A-Class contestants are at risk of elimination."

"There's no other way. Choosing to challenge the weak will certainly ensure a safe arrival at the second Public Performance, but if the team's quality is too poor, they might be overtaken by other B-Class or even lower-rated girls through team battles. Not competing with each other is tantamount to letting them be eliminated."

"Damn, I'm starting to feel uneasy. One of the girls I'm pursuing has a pretty high rating. Could she be unlucky enough to get eliminated in this round?"

Similar discussions have arisen one after another.

The elimination system and the brutal teammate competition system revealed by Dream Weaver Rabbit are all unique rules that make it difficult to predict the final outcome. It can be said that they deliberately maximized the variables, reset the anticipation of the show, and forcibly whetted the appetite of the show's fans.

Meanwhile, in an apartment in Sea Capital, Xu Ling, the founder of the "Wu Zhong Jian Qing" super topic and a continuous content creator for the related CP, had a completely different focus from the majority of fans.

The reason is simple: she only recommends Yayoi and Qing Bao. Not only are both A-Class, but they were also assigned to the same team in yesterday's live stream and successfully reached the A1 area, just one step away from forming a complete team.

At least in the third episode, neither of them faced elimination.

Therefore, for a CP (couple) fan, the only thing they can care about is whether their favorite CP actually gets together.

Xu Ling confidently typed in the group chat:

"It's on! It's definitely on!"

"Yayoi and Qing Bao even did a wedding dress endorsement, the neodymium one. Judging from the released behind-the-scenes footage, they definitely kissed in the ad, maybe even without any misalignment!"

Immediately, the CP fans in the group loudly agreed:

"Hehehe, Little Sakura and Qing Bao do this in public, I don't even want to think about what they do in private???"

"Urgent! When will the ad be released? I can't wait to watch it closely."

"Haha, every second of this ad will be precious editing material for our 'Wu Zhong Jian Qing' series. I'm already looking forward to seeing how many misunderstanding-filled wedding videos we can make with this???"

"Misunderstanding? Wrong, it's clearly a realistic series???"

"That's how we, the Iron-Blooded Sakura Party, are! So loyal and unwavering in our belief that our favorite pairing will last forever???"

"That's so true! This episode is definitely going to be Sakura's turn to win, no matter how you look at it!!"

Seeing the morale of the troops stabilized, Xu Ling felt refreshed. She quietly switched to her alternate account and went to observe the other CP groups. She saw that the CP camps of "Qing Ci Li Qu" and "Qing Cheng Qing Guo" were shrouded in gloom.

Some even began to switch allegiance to "Wu Zhong Jian Qing" and evolve into the Iron-Blooded Cherry Blossom Party, showing a demoralized army on the verge of defeat, with no value whatsoever.

Xu Ling was overjoyed. What dog party or cat party? They are far inferior to our cherry blossom party. She was so happy that she hugged the little dinosaur pillow and rolled around foolishly three times on the bed. When she sat up, she had a kind of heroic spirit, as if she were talking and laughing, and that the enemy's ships and forts would be reduced to ashes.

The female college student sighed affectedly:

"Sigh, our Yayoi is just too amazing! This CP is so easy to ship without any effort!"

As she spoke, she couldn't help but giggle, pinching the little dinosaur's chubby face until it looked abstract, and muttered to herself:

"I'm really looking forward to tonight's update of <Flash Dance>. I'm sure there will be lots of sweet interactions between Yayoi and Qing Bao in it, right?"

Time passed, and it was early morning that day.

Chu Yuanqing leaned her head against the soft pillow, the curtains fluttering in the wind before her eyes, the illusory sunlight reflecting off her pupils, causing her eyes to well up with tears like morning dew.

The girl lazily and listlessly lowered her eyelids, and sparse light, like dust, danced in the room, its rhythm following the movement of the wind, peacefully falling on her delicate profile.

She breathed softly, lost in a deep sleep, her pupils reflecting the light, revealing a patch of red capillaries, just like the scene she had seen when she was a child curled up in her mother's womb.

Perhaps it was the feedback from the stage; the magic of the gentle stream constantly embraced her soul, bringing a moment of peaceful warmth, allowing her to truly fall asleep for once, a rare occurrence.

In that nameless dream, she was living in a colorful Fairy Tale Book, stripped of all joy and sorrow, leaving only an empty tranquility, watching the joys and sorrows of life unfold.

Some were displaced, some wept bitterly, some died amidst a sea of flowers, some perished in the abyss, some were torn to pieces, and some even smiled as they took their own lives.

It was like a jumbled mess of lines, which, upon closer examination, could never be straightened out. It could only swirl and coil in the mind, like a pencil drawing erased by an eraser, gradually blurring and fading away.

Chu Yuanqing's eyelashes trembled, her unfocused pupils focused, the echo of her dream faded away, and the lantern within her fair, soft flesh flickered and danced, like a physical alarm clock, dispelling the lingering drowsiness.

The girl got up somewhat dazed, pulled the lantern out of her snowy cleavage, and because her skin was so smooth, her small hands easily held the Lantern Pendant in her palm. With her eyelids drooping, she used her bare feet to find slippers on the floor by feel, put them on, and shuffled into the bathroom.

Brush your teeth, wash your face, change your clothes.

Ten minutes later, I habitually went into the kitchen, made four breakfasts, covered two of them with plastic wrap, and sat down to eat with Little Sakura, who was in a very good mood.

It is 5:30 a. m.

Both Green Eyed Cat and Little Cotton-padded Jacket have very accurate biological clocks. They don't wake up until 6:30 in the morning and arrive at the practice room on time at 7:10 to start their day's training.

Kiriwake Yayoi deliberately made Chu Yuanqing get up earlier in order to avoid her two teammates and create some space for the two of them to be alone.

The reason given was that "understanding Xiao Qing's current progress before regular training allows for a seamless transition into dance practice."

Chu Yuanqing rarely refuses any reasonable request, and as expected, he arrived as promised.

Kiriwake Yayoi didn't speak during the meal. The soft-boiled egg and bacon tasted delicious as she chewed them together. The bread crust was slightly crispy, while the inside was soft and delicious. Even the brewed coffee tasted exceptionally good.

She enjoyed the tranquil, almost timeless atmosphere when the two of them were alone in the room.

This would give me a fleeting, real sense that I was occupying a part of Chu Yuanqing's time, creating precious memories together.

This is what it's like to have a crush on someone.

Even if we do nothing together, we feel inexplicably happy, cherishing ordinary and mundane moments as if they were precious, and remembering every breath we took afterward.

Time flies.

After breakfast, the two went to the practice room together.

Chu Yuanqing, dressed in her usual yoga attire and short-sleeved shirt, did a set of stretches, extending her body in the light, revealing her slender curves. Her breathing was calm and even, unlike her usual rapid breathing.

Kirimi Yayoi admired this scene and sighed in her heart.

Xiao Qing has improved so quickly. Whether it's her flexibility or her previously weak physical fitness, she no longer looks like a beginner.

However, it is still somewhat evident that her core strength is not quite there yet, and she still lacks the accumulated training over time.

Kiriwake Yayoi handed over a glass of water, smiled, and said softly:

"Xiao Qing, you don't need to keep stretching. Let me see how your toe training is going."

Chu Yuanqing was not surprised to hear this. Toe training is not a specialty of ballet; many movements in almost every dance involve standing on tiptoe.

During this process, dancers need to feel the power exerted by the five toes on the balls of their feet, strengthen their leg muscles, and enhance the stability of their knees and ankles in order to showcase effortless and coordinated beauty.

Without deliberately training your toes and strengthening them, it's difficult to maintain body stability and achieve coordination.

Chu Yuanqing does several sets of toe waves almost every day.

The goal of these exercises is to maximize the movement of the toes, increasing their flexibility and strength. You can use objects to assist in the practice, such as gripping a scarf, resistance band, or even a yoga ball or tennis ball with your toes.

So, after hearing that, she instinctively wanted to find a resistance band so that the number of times she could grip the band would clearly demonstrate the results of her training.

But soon, a sentence from Little Sakura interrupted her thoughts:

"Xiao Qing, use your toes to massage my thighs."

Kiriwake Yayoi's face was pure and innocent, with slightly drooping eyes. She knelt earnestly and naturally on the yoga mat, her slender hands brushing against her rather fleshy yet slender and straight thighs. Her gaze fell upon Chu Yuanqing, and she smiled as she said:

"This way I can have a more intuitive understanding of your situation."

"Let's not waste time, let's get started."

Chu Yuanqing found this inspection method strange, but since there was not much time left and she didn't want to delay everyone's training, she sat down on the ground without thinking too much, stretched out her long legs, and put her toes down lightly on her soft thighs like feathers.

"Xiao Qing, close your eyes and count the beats in your mind. Change the frequency and speed every thirty seconds, and go from light to heavy, and then back to light."

Chu Yuanqing closed her eyes and obediently did as instructed.

Although Yayoi's thighs are not thick, the curve of her legs is still much more difficult to grip than a tennis ball. When she tries to grip them with her toes, she can only step on the delicate soft flesh. Occasionally, because her skin is too smooth, her toes will slip onto sensitive areas.

For example, the center when the legs are together.

Little Sakura's thighs weren't particularly full, and when they were together, there was even a cleft between them. This beautiful gap made the triangle area look exceptionally good, showing a sexiness that didn't belong to her innocent face.

The girl pursed her lips slightly, her eyes tinged with cherry blossom pink, mixed with wisps of translucent mist, and her beautiful face blushed with shyness.

Although she thought she had been bold enough, the sensation of her beloved's toes sliding across her thigh, the ticklish feeling like a feather brushing against her skin, and the heart-pounding excitement still made her emotions ferment exceptionally quickly.

It's strange. It's just a toe touching my leg, yet it feels comfortable, even blissful. It seems odd no matter how you look at it, right?

The more you reject these methods, the more sensitive your leg skin becomes.

Especially as Chu Yuanqing obediently increased the force, the tingling and itchy sensation on her thighs became more intense, like an electric current, and suddenly swept to the center of her legs, causing her eyelashes to tremble a few times.

Kiriwake Yayoi couldn't help herself. Her kneeling thighs shifted forward restlessly, and her small, snow-white, pink foot with a beautiful, perfect arch unexpectedly touched her waist and abdomen with her toes. She immediately pursed her lips to prevent making any strange noises.

Kiriwake Yayoi thought to herself, "This is bad." She had only wanted to tease Xiao Qing and test whether he would care about such intimacy, but now it seemed that she was the one who was defeated first.

Oh no, will she be so embarrassing as to scream out loud?

Kiriwake Yayoi a little anxious. She felt her toes undulating like waves on her skin as if she were being tortured. Her innocent eyes blinked and drooped, hiding the tears that were about to overflow inside.

In those thirty seconds of gradually increasing force, Little Sakura, who had almost attacked, sank into taboo and lost her mind.

Fortunately, Chu Yuanqing was very obedient and kept his promise. After thirty seconds, he began to gently scratch the surface of her thigh, gradually reducing the pressure. This made the sensation transmitted through her skin to her nerves increasingly subtle, like a strange experience of both ice and fire.

Five minutes later, the tingling sensation that had taken root in my body spread to the depths of my soul, and began to rage and run rampant.

There was nothing that could be done about it. The mere fact that she was in physical contact with Chu Yuanqing was already too much for the innocent Little Sakura to handle, let alone the unexpected effects of the "massage."

Kiriwake Yayoi's mind was wandering, her thighs were burning, and her whole body felt weak. Knowing about physiology and the literature about female pornography in Island Nation, she had already realized with shame what exactly she was feeling comfortable about, and she began to suspect that she was a pervert.