Dad, Please Let Me Solo!

Kiriwake Yayoi maintained her composure as she returned to the empty dormitory.

She took out her pajamas from the closet, pretending to go take a bath, and logically blocked the dormitory's camera before entering the bathroom. She looked at the person in the mirror, whose smile had vanished, leaving only vacant eyes.

Why am I so attached?

Why didn't I refuse?

It's like this again, like this again, like this again.

Uncontrollable jealousy, irrational possessiveness, inexpressible bitterness, unprecedented anger, and even... a destructive urge that was almost impossible to suppress.

--It's useful to see Chu Yuanqing.

At least, the insatiable craving for the stage was immediately overshadowed and extinguished by stronger emotions.

But I can't.

I can't go on like this.

Even if I use Xiao Shu's method to distract myself from this possessiveness.

But if I don't come up with a reasonable method that doesn't violate my principles before then, a way to distance Xiao Qing from others as much as possible, my stage will sooner or later be tainted with dark impurities.

No, it's still not right.

Calm down, calm down, calm down.

Kiriwake Yayoi murmured, looking at herself in the mirror. She tilted her head slightly, formed a gun gesture with her hand, and slowly raised it, pointing it at the heart in the mirror.

Up until now, under normal circumstances, the Perfect Performance Method, which only appeared on stage, was now like a surging tsunami, flowing and activating on its own. It even entered another subtle [Flow State] with the injection of a large amount of emotion.

Darkness swirled in her pupils, and her tender lips parted.

Then, BANG!

A phantom roar echoed in her ears.

Her empty palm seemed to be holding a firearm, simulating the entire process of the firing pin striking the bullet, igniting the gunpowder, generating immense thrust, and sending the golden-yellow bullet flying.

Swish, swish.

In the illusion, visible only to Kiriwake Yayoi, a unsightly hole appeared on her chest. The bullet had indifferently pierced her heart, and blood bloomed as vibrantly as a rose. The stimulating smell of gunpowder and blood slowly burned and caramelized in her nostrils.

At this point, the intense pain successfully eradicated the superfluous emotions.

The confusion in her heart was, in this absurd way, shattered by the virtual bullet. Her surging emotions were forcibly calmed through self-suggestion.

"It's been a while, I'm getting a bit rusty," Kiriwake Yayoi whispered.

This was how she had always been. Before truly stepping onto the stage, when she was bullied by her group members, exploited by unscrupulous companies, made mistakes on stage, and felt so unwilling that she wanted to die, when she had wanted to give up more than once but couldn't allow herself to...

The Perfect Performance Method became her greatest aid.

Or rather, it wasn't called the Perfect Performance Method back then; it was just its nascent form.

If it weren't for establishing the technical foundation bit by bit through this twisted self-hypnosis, the Perfect Performance Method, which could forcefully lead to [Flow State] on stage, would never have existed.

But the further she went, the stronger her ego became. She could even restrain herself to using it only once a month on average during the period when she was forcibly graduated.

And now, someone had once again forced out this pathological self-correction method.

Kiriwake Yayoi brushed away the wrinkles on her chest. With a blank expression, she approached the mirror, reached out, and adjusted the muscles around her lips, practicing a smile as she always did, displaying a perfectly honed arc.

Instantly, The charm of this smile spread like mist, bringing the beauty of early spring and a warmth that could melt ice and snow.

--I want to be a perfect idol.

--I want to gain genuine friendships.

The path to achieving the former was extremely arduous.

This had always been a matter of course in her heart.

But could the process of gaining friendships also be this painful, just like the thorns one had to tread to become an idol?

That's right.

Since these were treasures, one naturally had to pay the corresponding price to obtain them.

The idol's throne was like this, and so were genuine friendships.

She was too naive, and she had misunderstood from the very beginning, which was why she feared the jealousy and possessiveness in her heart, foolishly trapping herself in a loop of thought, getting caught up in meaningless impurities.

But what were desires themselves but impurities?

If one equated friendship with debut slots, it would become clear that this was a struggle for self-interest.

So...

It's normal to resort to any means within reasonable limits, isn't it?

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Even if they knew about the trickery behind the secondary rating in advance, this kind of stage adaptability, which requires accumulating experience to grow, is eighty percent about idol talent and the remaining twenty percent about the hard work practiced off-stage.

Chen Yining might be an exception.

But this was the result of both capital and effort working in tandem, and it happened to coincide with an occasion where she could apply it, a personal opportunity that was difficult to replicate.

Furthermore, who could deny that she also had idol talent?

There were a total of 26 B-Class contestants. As 70 minutes passed, many highly anticipated contestants cruelly met their downfall:

"Luo Chan is so unlucky, she dropped to C-Class."

"I'm crying, the trainee I supported did too!"

"Going by this trend, how many will be left in A-Class and B-Class in the end?"

"It's like a pure survival of the fittest."

And soon, Tang Liuli also took the stage in turn as one of the B-Class contestants.

The audience had no expectations for her performance; it was basically a chorus of pessimism.

Tang Liuli had indeed been a genius child star who had once shocked the entertainment industry. But setting aside whether her professional skills had declined over the years, just crossing over into the singing and dancing field, which had nothing to do with acting, was easily criticized by outsiders.

Not to mention, her B-Class practice room was basically live-streamed every day, so passersby and fans had a clear understanding of her skill level. Even with the advantage of vocals, she was only considered average among the B-Class contestants.

But what shocked everyone was, When this seemingly gloomy, socially anxious, beautiful trainee truly stood on stage and faced the virtual projections, which were difficult to distinguish as real or fake, she acted as if she completely ignored them.

With her average dancing as the base, she used her highly emotional voice and skills as an outlet, interpreting the theme of candy in another ingenious way, with sound as the main focus, becoming the first contestant in B-Class to win an A-Class rating!

Tang Liuli lowered her eyes to look at those illusory lights and shadows. Her talent could recognize emotions, chew on them, and utilize them. The meticulously designed challenges by the Dream Weaver Rabbit were nothing more than boring illusions to her, incapable of blocking her path.

The girl's emerald eyes were deep, and the tear mole at the corner of her eye was captivating. She turned off her headset and whispered softly:

"Lifeless things without emotion cannot emit the slightest brilliance."

With that said.