Dad, Please Let Me Be Your One-and-Only! Chapter 301

In reality, preventing the spread of such sects is a troublesome matter. Even if 99% can be eliminated, it will not stop cultists who have integrated the power of Calamity Beasts from causing great trouble.

Because relatively speaking, the number of Magical Girl is too small, and the elite among them are all responsible for guarding the restricted area, the Countermeasures Bureau naturally has no confidence in completely preventing the conspiracy of the Cult of Disaster Gods.

After all, even if we can't recreate a miraculous creation like [Pure White] that spans the globe, we can learn from similar practices and announce the end of the world in the most brutal and simple way.

Under these circumstances, there is a way to suppress negative public opinion to a minimum.

That is, to adopt the principle of "prevention is better than cure" and make the existence of Magical Girl public, and even actively reveal a corner of the calamity in the process, shaping Magical Girl into trustworthy superheroes who are equivalent to hope.

In this way, even if the panic brought about by disaster and apocalypse cannot be erased, the brilliance provided by the public for the Magical Girl can be amplified proportionally, turning the situation back to its original superiority.

However, this plan has a huge flaw and drawback.

Astrid was silent for a moment, then said:

"But we will not resort to this method unless absolutely necessary."

Because...

Although the purest and most positive brilliance has more than doubled, theoretically increasing the success rate of the <Flash Dance> project, panic, fear, evil thoughts, and even the deepest malice of human nature will also be mixed into the brilliance a hundredfold, a thousandfold, or even ten thousandfold, becoming a poison that corrodes the soul.

Simply put, the Little Idol who act as the "Calamity Shell" will suffer unexpected torment, and the "lighthouse," as the final central hub, will have their survival rate completely wiped out, making their deaths inevitable.

This is an excessively extreme double-edged sword.

Astrid was able to speak frankly and clearly because this project concerned the lives of Chu Yuanqing and Charlotte, and she had the obligation and responsibility to tell them about it in advance and obtain the [Lighthouse]'s approval.

Chu Yuanqing, however, didn't think much of it. She had already decided on her own fate and figured out how to kick Charlotte out of the game. She didn't think this move was a matter of personal gain or loss. She simply nodded to show that she understood and said directly:

"So, what message are you trying to convey with this photoshoot?"

Dreamweave whispered:

"The theme is [Witch], but there's also a part about idols."

"The cover will be based on your true appearance, with white hair and golden eyes, and your Magic Armor costume. The back cover will be based on your usual disguise of black hair and black eyes. The idol theme will lean towards fashion photography, while the [Witch] theme will be more artistic, literary, and fantasy."

The Pure White Witch understood this meaning; it was as if she had specifically made this photobook a boomerang for future use.

It seems unremarkable now, but upon closer inspection later, it will be full of problems.

In addition, her hair and eye color issues have been noticed by many observant people.

Whether it was her appearance at the second Public Performance or the change in her eye color when she saw Charlotte in the recent episode, the official explanation has never been clear.

Furthermore, since Flash Dance has never proactively added similar special effects to other Little Idol, many viewers have become quite concerned about this detail and have started to imagine all sorts of strange things.

If a photo style is deliberately used to interweave the themes of "[Witch]" and "idol" like twins, it will generate more buzz after it is released.

Furthermore, they could directly spread rumors that Chu Yuanqing is Magical Girl.

The next step could be for the authorities to guide public opinion and steer the response towards special effects.

Chu Yuanqing nodded and said:

"I have no more questions. When do we start filming?"

Astrid replied:

"Any time is fine. If you set aside a little over an hour each day to film, you can finish before the commercial performance."

Thus, the photo shoot was tentatively arranged, and the AI lighting and shadow effects quickly crumbled.

Chu Yuanqing walked out of the dance studio's lounge and resumed the afternoon training. During dinner, she mentioned this to the other Little Idol and volunteered that she had been spending every day from 7:00 to 8:30 on photo shoots recently.

As for the venue, Astrid instructed her staff that very day to build a high-tech photography studio in the castle's back garden, and she herself was on standby 24 hours a day to prepare for the shoot, effectively using her financial power to save on commuting time.

That evening, as usual, Chu Yuanqing used his Magic Clone to descend to a small church in the old city, dozens of kilometers away, where there were no surveillance cameras. He skillfully pulled out a hollowed-out Bible from a drawer, took out his phone, and dialed Little Cotton-padded Jacket's number.

Since they started their trip, the father and daughter have been in touch by phone almost every day.

However, due to his status, he couldn't answer the phone at any time, so Chu Yuanqing reserved this time between 8 pm and 9 pm in Austria.

When the Dream Weaver Rabbit transformed into an app and infiltrated the phone, the guilty father had to summon its Magic Clone dozens of kilometers away every time he called his daughter before he could barely relax. He lived like a spy every day.

In the image, a handsome yet weathered man sits before a statue of Jesus, his back straight, his gray eyes lowered, holding a Bible in his hands, his expression solemn yet gentle, as if he were a priest guiding people toward good and persuading evildoers to surrender.

Even the light emanating from the Bible in the darkness is like the merciful gaze of God, imbued with special meaning and spreading a wondrous atmosphere.

"Dad, have you been eating properly lately?"

"Is the work tough? If it's too tough, you can quit. I'm confident I can support Dad."

"Oh right, I didn't reply to your messages last night. Did you have insomnia again and not get a good night's sleep?"

Unfortunately, the atmosphere shattered as soon as the Little Cotton-padded Jacket answered the phone and launched into her usual three-question exchange.

Chu Yuanqing found it amusing. She embellished everything, answered "truthfully," then looked at the Weibo search results for entries and information about her daughter, and then opened her recent WeChat chat history to change the subject:

"Xiao Shu, there's a standee of you at the entrance of your high school. Dad took a look when he had some free time. The photo is beautiful, and there are a lot of your fans around it."

"By the way, your homeroom teacher called to ask if I could have you listed in their admissions brochure for next year. She said if I agreed, she would refund all your past tuition fees."

Chu Wangshu felt increasingly ashamed as she listened. She never imagined that such a thing would happen after becoming famous. Besides, the high school she attended wasn't a performing arts academy. Wasn't she afraid of "misleading the younger generation" by using an idol who hadn't even debuted yet as a figurehead?

To be honest, it would be more like the Haidu Art University would come looking for me.

As for the full tuition refund, her grades were excellent, and she could have gotten into the best public high school. However, her current school invited her to attend with a high scholarship to improve her future college entrance exam scores. She doesn't even have to pay for meals every year.

As a private school in Sea Capital, the annual tuition is as high as 20,000 to 30,000 yuan, so the offer of a full refund is equivalent to giving her 70,000 to 80,000 yuan for free, which is a blatant bribe.

Oh, that makes sense now. Private schools are expensive, and special programs like international classes can bring in hundreds of thousands a year. If the school leaders can recruit a few dozen more fans, seventy or eighty thousand yuan is nothing at all.

Damn it, so cunning!

Chu Wangshu said righteously:

"Dad, please refuse Teacher Yao for me. Our school has good facilities, teachers, and atmosphere, but if my grades aren't outstanding, the cost-effectiveness here is too low. I don't want anyone to come here to study because of me."

"Schools are temples of knowledge, and the selection of schools should be more rigorous and careful."

Chu Yuanqing nodded in agreement. She wasn't lying; Xiao Shu's homeroom teacher had indeed called, but she hadn't answered. The rest of the conversation was sent via WeChat, but knowing her daughter's personality, she didn't think much of it and chose to refuse.

Of course, it doesn't matter if Xiao Shu chooses to agree.

Anyway, with the blue-green modifier, you can easily make an identical transfer appear in your bank account.

Inside the church,

The father fell silent for a moment, then leaned back slightly in his chair, gazing at the frescoes on the church dome and the exceptionally bright moonlight streaming through the simple, transparent wooden-framed windows after the rain. He asked softly:

"Have you been having a good time lately?"

Chu Wangshu was stunned upon hearing this. Of course she was happy. She had finally soared to a higher level and saw hope for changing her family's situation in a very short time. During this time, she also reconciled with her only relative and was able to talk to each other as before.

This is just too lucky!

But for some reason, she still felt a pang of sadness in her heart.

That's just how some things are; knowing too much is worse than not knowing at all.

In the past, she could frankly say she was happy because this popularity was enough to escape the apparent predicament her family was in. But now?

When her Dad asked her if she was happy, the first image that flashed through her mind was of him covered in wounds and blood, yet still calm and indifferent, as if nothing could break him.

If you want to solve a problem that even someone like that can't solve, then the only solution is to become stronger than them, right?

But it's really difficult. Charlotte said that even the strongest Magical Girl wouldn't be a match for Dad back then, which means that even the terrifying Combat Power of Xiaoyu and Xiao Qing is still not enough in front of the opponent.

This feeling of powerlessness.

This feeling of bewilderment, which is indescribable and leaves one unsure of what to do.

This is a feeling of self-blame and guilt for only now realizing part of the truth.

All these emotions, accumulated over time and constantly suppressed, crumbled instantly with a casual "Are you happy?"

Chu Wangshu was somewhat dazed. She sniffled, feeling the churning bitterness in her chest, suppressing the urge to cry out. She took a deep breath and pursed her lips, saying:

"I'm happy, but that's not enough."

The man closed his eyes, smiled, and said softly:

"As long as Xiao Shu is happy, that's all that matters."

"Your happiness makes me feel at ease and happy."

These are simple, unadorned, and heartfelt words.

Parents who love their children plan far ahead for them.

As parents, we always have to shoulder the burden for our children.

Whether it's the Disaster God, the Disaster Tide, the Cult of Disaster Gods, or the end of the world, none of these should be things for her daughter to worry about, face, or fight against.

All of this can be simply summarized as the expectation. "Just be happy."

Chu Wangshu had always hated being treated like a child by her Dad, but this time, she suddenly didn't know how to respond.

The girl even felt a little guilty. If everything Charlotte had told her was just Charlotte's unauthorized "leak," wouldn't her decision to join the Magical Girl industry, which was destined to be full of danger, make her Dad worry and sad?

But if she doesn't become Magical Girl, she really doesn't know how to reach the truth, or how to help her father, who was once so powerful and known as the Savior.

After hesitating for a while, Chu Wangshu cautiously probed:

"Dad, if one day I were to do something very risky, something that is constantly accompanied by crises and storms, and might even be a lifelong endeavor, what would you think?"

The man in the church remained silent for a long time. His expression softened, and he looked at the statue of Jesus in front of him, revealing the truth in his heart:

"I would be very worried, and might even be reluctant to let you do that."

"But at the same time, I'm also very happy."

"Because... that looks a lot like your mother."

This was an unexpected answer.

Chu Wangshu was surprised that her Dad would bring up her mother's matter, and she couldn't help but ask:

What does Mom look like in Dad's eyes?

Chu Yuanqing thought for a moment and replied:

"Your mother is gentle yet somewhat rebellious. She loves to collect every beautiful moment, cherishes time, enjoys playing pranks, and has a pair of beautiful, shimmering eyes, like phosphorescent phyllite."

"Xiao Shu, the country you live in is her homeland."

Volume 1: 285. Chu Wangshu: Charlotte is my older sister. (5K)

Inside a room on the second floor of the castle.

Chu Wangshu was listening intently to her Dad's words. Her cute little face was full of anticipation, but also a little nervous. She was obviously very curious about the topic of her mother. As she listened, she was piecing together a memory of her mother in her mind.

But just as I was halfway through imagining it, a strange sense of déjà vu washed over me.

--Gentle, rebellious, mischievous, with beautiful, phosphorescent eyes, and even her hometown is Austria.

No matter how you look at it, this seems to be talking about Charlotte, doesn't it!?

Wait, don't rush. These descriptions are too general; it's most likely just a coincidence.

The Little Cotton-padded Jacket turned her head back and forth, swallowed hard, and asked softly:

"Dad, what color is Mom's hair?"

Chu Yuanqing answered seriously:

"Your mother's hair color is beautiful. The subtle hues appear under different angles in the sunlight, perfectly complementing her features—a gentle yet ethereal azure blue."

Chu Wangshu's brain trembled.

Huh? Pale blue? How strange, why would such a coincidence happen?

The Little Cotton-padded Jacket's mental image of her mother is becoming more complete, which should be a cause for joy and remembrance. However, the image of her mother in her mind is starting to resemble Charlotte more and more.

Something's wrong! Something's very wrong!

Dad has no reason to lie to himself, but what exactly is going on with this strange coincidence?

The Little Cotton-padded Jacket felt she was getting close to a truth with a wealth of information, her mind filled with astonishing wisdom, and she was constantly coming up with ingenious ideas.

Wait a minute, since Charlotte and her mother really look alike, it seems perfectly logical that she would claim to be her Dad's best friend.

Chu Wangshu had always been suspicious of the relationship between Charlotte and her Dad. After all, her Dad was always aloof and distant, like a block of wood, didn't seem to have any reason to be good friends with a girl his own age.

But looking at it now...

Dad, you're not thinking of Charlotte as a substitute for Mom, are you?