Dad, Please Let Me Solo Main!

Chu Yuanqing looked back at her past self, who was like a statue slowly being petrified by a curse.

And her current self? It was like flesh and blood struggling to grow out of that statue, feeling much lighter and less dull than before. Even her personality and some of her beliefs had changed, making her more like a normal person, more vibrant.

Come to think of it, if she were still the same person from a month ago, she wouldn't be this ashamed of dancing in a skirt, would she?

Chu Yuanqing's thoughts wandered, exploring life and her true self.

Kiriwake Yayoi sized up the dazed girl, assuming she found it too difficult. After a moment of thought, she added:

"The method I mentioned is just my personal habit; it might not work for everyone."

"If Little Qing finds it too hard, you can try not starting from yourself. Simply imagine the person on stage is a world-class idol. That might have a surprisingly effective result?"

Chu Yuanqing's drifting thoughts were interrupted. Her eyes lit up, and she repeated:

"Imagine myself as a world-class idol?"

That made sense.

Since she had fallen so far that she couldn't even overcome the shame of dancing in a skirt, she might as well just pretend to be someone else.

Even though she still had to deal with the erosion of the Sea of Truth and couldn't truly perform mental suggestion, just by embodying a powerful idol, she could barely cope with the second evaluation and the large-scale performance, without dragging everyone down!

But honestly, with her limited knowledge of entertainment, she couldn't think of any world-class idol she could embody.

Chu Yuanqing thought and thought, and the first name that popped into her head was that close and reliable comrade-in-arms, the world's undertaker known as the Doomsday Diva.

--Charlotte.

Chu Yuanqing's spirits lifted, and she murmured to herself:

"That's right! If I just pretend to be Charlotte on stage, dancing, then both the cute movements and the smiling wink will become perfectly reasonable!"

Chu Yuanqing had an epiphany.

Because it was Charlotte, cuteness was only natural.

Because it was Charlotte, she didn't need any sense of shame.

Because it was Charlotte, she wouldn't lose to any world-class idol.

Chu Yuanqing felt like she had found a cheat code. For a moment, she was full of confidence, believing the matter was settled. She confidently asked Kiriwake Yayoi to call out the beat again and repeat the part where she had made the most mistakes.

Then, ten minutes passed.

The live stream chat was a sea of joy:

"Hahaha, sorry Qing Bao, Mom didn't want to laugh, but it's too cute, I couldn't help it."

"How dare you laugh at my Qing Bao? Are you doing it on purpose or by accident????"

"It's only the second day, Qingqing will definitely make it!"

"Qing Bao is too mature, which actually makes it hard to show girlishness in her dancing. But I believe she'll improve later!"

Kiriwake Yayoi blinked, wanting to say something but holding back.

Chu Yuanqing's movements were still stiff, her expression still lacked control, and her relatively delicate hand movements were always prone to errors. Even the turns that should have shown lightness were like a dancing figure on a music box, jerky with the rhythm of the gears, a beautiful sight that was hard to describe.

Yes, to sum it up, there was almost no progress.

If this dance were played back in front of Chen Baijiu, he would probably unleash a ten-minute barrage of sharp criticism.

At this very moment.

Chu Yuanqing felt immense sorrow for losing a shortcut to slack off.

Damn it! It's precisely because Charlotte is too cute that I can't imagine myself being her at all!

What kind of acting method, such a fake thing.

Chu Yuanqing began to miss her invincible past self!

Kiriwake Yayoi looked at the exceptionally sad Chu Yuanqing, feeling a mix of pity and anticipation.

Little Qing respected the stage and loved it so much; she must be worried about the ratings in the coming days.

But this anxiety and pain were precisely the hurdles a qualified idol had to overcome. Only by going through these could one understand how precious the moment of standing on stage truly was.

Kiriwake Yayoi thought of her own past. When she first joined that idol group, as the last member to join, she often had to put in a great deal of effort to keep up with the seniors.

In the end, her unscrupulous company delayed her promised debut date on the grounds of poor performance.

This delay lasted for a full two years.

The girl who came from the countryside of Hokkaido, with her naive dreams, to the bustling city, thus persevered through countless anxieties, doubts, insecurities, pains, and even the fear and despair of not being able to step onto the stage.

Working part-time and training became the main themes of her life.

Kiriwake Yayoi had thought of giving up countless times, but she was never crushed and managed to persevere.

Although life after her debut was even harder, and the stages she stood on were limited, the moment she stood under the spotlight, drenched in sweat, and heard the few audience members shouting "Encore," everything felt rewarded.

From that moment on, she began to look forward to the future.

--She wanted to stand on a bigger stage.

--She wanted to become a better idol.

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At this moment, the C-Class practice room.

Chu Yuanqing, wearing a form-fitting dance outfit over a loose t-shirt that concealed the curve of her chest, was stretching with someone, extending her slender body and showcasing the beauty of youth.

Sweat beaded on her temples, and her bare face, free of makeup, had a healthy pink flush. She looked serious, her eyes hiding a hint of annoyance and shame.

This body, every time she bent over to stretch, always required her undergarments to bear a different kind of pressure to hold in the fullness of her soft flesh.

Even though she had been gender-bent for nearly three weeks, she still wasn't used to these things. She hadn't expected it at all beforehand; even the stage for her initial ranking had been worn with cheap items from the supermarket.

It wasn't until recently, under high-intensity training, that her delicate skin was chafed red. Only then did she proactively ask the underground base's living assistant for a few supportive sports bras. Otherwise, stretching, flexibility training, or any workout would be very troublesome.

If these trivial details were still somewhat bearable.

The current situation was undoubtedly pushing the limits of her endurance.

"Qingqing, it