Dad, Please Let Me Be Your Only Fan!

Tang Liuli felt a bit drowsy. She had always suffered from severe insomnia and anxiety.

Although Chu Yuanqing had inexplicably healed her yesterday, bringing her a rare moment of joy, it was precisely this absurd healing that made her question the beliefs she had built throughout her life. She barely slept that night.

The Dream Weaver Rabbit's words also failed to lift her spirits.

That kind of provocative speech might be a mental stimulant for others, but for Tang Liuli, who had no interest in being an idol and was forced to participate in this show, it was meaningless nonsense.

She hated the entertainment industry, hated being exposed to the public eye, hated the endless scrutiny and public opinion online, hated her past self who was once the center of attention like a puppet, and even more, she hated her current self who was still cowardly and weak, forced by her father to compete.

The girl's emerald eyes drooped, her expression dejected and gloomy. She looked like a small rain cloud hovering over her head, completely out of sync with the B-Class contestants around her, who were full of encouragement and fierce energy, existing in two different worlds.

If only the world would end, or if she could just disappear.

But just as the dark thoughts spread infinitely, Chu Yuanqing's smile suddenly reappeared in a corner of her memory.

It was like a permanently frozen masterpiece, conveying warmth and comfort across time, interrupting her continuously sinking thoughts.

Tang Liuli pursed her lips, feeling a little annoyed.

How strange. Can someone really be so lost in thought over a smile, even truly healed mentally?

Am I actually gay?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she panicked and cursed herself fiercely.

What a joke, am I an idiot?

After scolding herself, Tang Liuli couldn't help but secretly glance towards Chu Yuanqing's location.

Since she was also hiding in a corner, she was directly across and below, perfectly positioned to see that profile that made one want to praise the beauty of all things.

So unfair, looking this good without makeup, is she cheating!

Tang Liuli stared for about ten seconds, lost in a daze.

But soon, The girl suddenly snapped back to reality. Like a cat in the rain, she shook her head vigorously and immediately buried her face in her knees. Her fair skin flushed a light pink, and even the tear mole at the corner of her eye seemed to exude a hint of allure, looking quite charmingly shy.

Oh no, is Chu Yuanqing a succubus? How did I get charmed again!

Tang Liuli fell into her own world, desperately trying to justify herself. Her absentmindedness was far more apparent than Chu Yuanqing's, who was merely pretending to be preoccupied.

She was like a husky mixed into a pack of wolves, surrounded by a group of ambitious and determined contestants.

Meanwhile, on stage.

The Dream Weaver Rabbit surveyed the upper ranks, then glanced at Chu Yuanqing, whom it was particularly watching. It spread its arms dramatically and said in a seductive tone:

"There are losers among you, and there are winners."

"But the first evaluation is not the final one; the second rating is the decisive battle."

"You will have one week to learn the theme song's choreography, and then the mentors will observe your completion to re-evaluate your rank."

"In this assessment, the original winners might fall into the abyss, and the original losers might be reborn from the ashes and rise to the top!"

"In short, this is a chance for rebirth."

The Dream Weaver Rabbit clapped its hands. On the screen, the votes for each theme song were rapidly changing as if randomly selected, like an exciting lottery.

"It is now 7:50 PM. There are 10 minutes left until the voting portal for the theme song rankings closes."

"The choreography and styles of these eight theme songs are all different. There will definitely be one that suits some people best, and one that suits some people least. It might even, to some extent, determine the direction and outcome of the subsequent ratings."

"But as I said earlier, the very essence of an idol is to overcome these irrationalities, and luck is also an element that needs to be overcome."

"So now, who among you will receive the favor of Lady Luck?"

Volume 1: 38. No Shipping! No Shipping!

This was a lie.

The contestants almost instantly detected the loophole in its words.

No matter how special "Flash Dance" was, at its core, it was still a variety show talent competition.

Especially when it involved sensitive matters like voting, it was impossible for it to be purely based on luck.

The theme song ultimately chosen would inevitably be directly related to the contestants who were most suited for it.

In other words, this was the only way for trainees in a closed environment to gauge their own, and others', popularity outside.

Know yourself and your enemy, and you will win a hundred battles.

Only by figuring out who the biggest enemy was could they formulate countermeasures in time.

And just as the contestants were brainstorming, The Dream Weaver Rabbit smiled, raised its hand, and snapped its fingers, saying:

"Why don't we invite our audience to witness this together first?"

The virtual reality system received the command and instantly exported the data stream from the "Flash Dance" official website's live broadcast room. Thousands of bullet comments filled the incredibly spacious tiered classroom in a three-dimensional, fish-like manner, like streams of light darting about.

The A-Class contestants were positioned higher up, with the widest field of vision, as if looking down on mountains. They could see countless bullet comments and even had the authority to "grab" them, making for a highly interactive experience.

The B-Class contestants could only watch, while the seating area below was like being swept into a bizarre world, as if they had stumbled into a mountain shrouded in thick morning mist, momentarily bewildered.

"Hehehe, Flash Dance, I'm coming in!"

"The production team really knows how to make good TV. This kind of virtual reality performance, combined with the crazy sneak attacks on contestants, is just top-notch."

"Is this what it feels like to flaunt right in front of the main character's face? So satisfying!"

"The Dream Weaver Rabbit's lines are so chuunibyou, damn it, I'm fired up!"

"What the heck, is this a hot-blooded idol anime?"

"Lines like '[The stage is war, victory or defeat decides the future]'... they're just too cool!"

These comments seemed to be intelligently categorized, sweeping towards the relevant contestants through real-time big data retrieval and calculation, forcibly turning the fleeting light show into a large-scale public execution.

"Qing Bao, Qing Bao, Qing Bao, give mommy a kiss???!"

"Maid outfit! Maid outfit! Maid outfit!"

"The toxic solo fans have turned evil, Qing Bao, stay away from the Sakura Girl! Don't fall for her tricks!"

"Qing Bao looked at me, hehehe, I'm so happy my legs are trembling, I'm going to faint???!"

"You'd better be fainting from happiness!"

"Girl-love fans, don't go too far, straight girls can't watch this???"

Chu Yuanqing looked up, and after just a few glances, her pupils dilated, her heart seized, and she wished she could evaporate on the spot.

The girl's small face flushed red as she struggled to maintain a serious expression.

Damn it, this annoying red-eyed rabbit is trying to disrupt my Dao heart with comments again!

And these weird comments calling themselves 'mommy,' I already have a daughter, okay! I don't need any strange mommy fans!

Sigh, maid outfit? What is a maid outfit anyway?

This keyword made the memories, corrected by causality and filled into her mind, surface hazily.

As Chu Yuanqing pondered, in her dazed state, she actually recalled the awkward image of herself wearing a maid outfit. She clenched her fists, grinding her teeth in secret, so angry she almost stomped her foot, so ashamed her earlobes felt like they were burning.

This is bad, who bestowed this superpower upon me?

Why is it so troublesome! I just needed a little causal adjustment, but it had to be this complete, so complete that I don't even know about a large amount of my past unless I recall it myself. It's just added so much embarrassing history for no reason!

No wonder my hands were so skilled when putting on my bra, easily fastening or unfastening the complex clasps like a Rubik's Cube.

Are all Magical Girls this magical?

At the same time, since the comments floating around Chu Yuanqing were locked onto her perspective, the audience could almost immediately see the subtle expressions on her face and her rapidly reddening earlobes, and they couldn't help but continue their frenzy:

"So cute, so cute, so cute, she's blushing!"

"What's the point of living without seeing Qing Bao? It's just a struggle! Damn it, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to blow up Flash Dance tonight! I'm going to steal Qing Bao! I'm going to become a complete pervert???!"

"I'm a student, give me one."

"Ugh, I can't stand it! Didn't you see my Qing Bao getting shy? You girl-love fans need to restrain yourselves and stay away from my Qing Bao!"

The contemporary internet's girl-love fan literature successfully delivered a small shock to the Savior of the old era.

Chu Yuanqing couldn't handle it at all, her brain short-circuited by the suggestive comments, and she simply chose to be an ostrich, closing her eyes and playing dead.

During this time, similar things happened around many other contestants.

However, unlike Chu Yuanqing, they had all surfed the internet. They weren't middle-aged office workers who were too busy to keep up with the times, and they possessed strong filtering abilities.

Besides, everyone knew this was the best way to gather outside information and to clearly understand their own popularity. Naturally, they wouldn't give it up easily.

Therefore, almost everyone was interacting with the comments in their own way.

From the perspective of the A-Class contestants, the number of comments outside their area was decreasing in steps. Only Chu Yuanqing, surrounded by a large number of comments in the C-Class area, seemed out of place compared to the other C-Class contestants.

In the B-Class area, the most prominent were Tang Liuli, followed by Chu Wangshu.

Tang Liuli was a child star who had once shone throughout Great Xia.

Even after retiring for many years, her latent fan base was far larger than that of normally debuted trainees.

On the other hand, this young actress, who had a certain status in both the film and television circles, had appeared in Flash Dance as an idol trainee after many years of retirement, making it hard not to be curious.

In this situation, her story was reposted and fabricated by marketing accounts and self-media, riding the wave of popularity and significantly increasing her presence.

A portion of the comments flocking to her now were from loyal fans expressing their heartfelt blessings and support, while another portion consisted almost entirely of gossip-mongering passersby.

Tang Liuli's emerald green eyes were gloomy, and intense self-doubt and fear washed over her like a tide. She looked at the comments and wanted to speak, but she remained silent for a long time, still as a statue, a statue that could crack and shatter at any moment.

Until...

"Wasn't Liuli secretly watching Chu Yuanqing's profile the whole time?"

"Oh yeah, I remember she blushed, super cute."

"Little Liuli grew up to be beautiful too, too bad she became a girl-lover, lol."

"Stop talking, she's totally crushing."

"Can we ship it? Can we ship it? Can we ship it?"

Tang Liuli immediately broke down.

Damn, what peeking? What blatant crush?

I didn't! I don't! That wasn't me!!!

Tang Liuli didn't even have time to feel depressed. She anxiously wanted to refute, but facing the gazes behind the many bullet comments, she still felt unaccustomed. Her moist lips moved for a long time, and she only managed to softly blurt out:

"No shipping!"

As expected, this sentence provoked the audience's rebellion. They all seized on this point and heavily teased her. The bullet comments multiplied rapidly, quickly turning the surroundings into a joyous ocean.

Volume 1: 39. Exclusive Ticket, Theme Song.

The atmosphere on Chu Wangshu's side was more relaxed, unlike Tang Liuli, who was increasingly pressured by the "[Ship it!][Ship it!]" comments.

The young girl was immersed in the novelty of being noticed and liked by so many people. Her eyes sparkled, and she was very cute. She chatted with the bullet comments cheerfully and a little shyly, earnestly answering some questions, attracting more and more fans.

On the other hand, The A-Class contestants, who had the authority to control the bullet comments, were among those who generated the best show effect.

As for Kiriwake Yayoi, who couldn't understand the Great Xia characters well and should have been at a disadvantage, she successfully compensated for her weakness with a barrage of bullet comments in Island Nation language from her fans.

The little idol was flustered. Her eyes turned slightly red, and her usually perfect smile faltered a bit. However, she managed to hold back and not cry from the delayed comfort, continuing to patiently and earnestly answer fan questions.

Yes, this included a minority of CP fans who weren't acting crazy.

The Dream Weaver Rabbit remained silent. The current fan interaction segment was a pre-set part of the show.

Contestants could use this to learn about outside news, shorten the distance with fans, and truly realize what that stage had brought them.

And this was exactly the situation the Flash Dance wanted to see.

Ambition is born only after one tastes the flavor of power.

Idols are the same. After tasting the feeling of being loved, praised, and surrounded because of their stage, can they accept the cruel reality of elimination, shattered dreams, and returning to ordinariness?

If not, they must strive with all their might to show the public their shining selves on stage.

This cycle of mutual stimulation, combined with the special cultivation methods in the underground base, would allow all the idol trainees within to continuously evolve, time and time again, with growth curves previously unimaginable.