Dad, Please Let Me Solo Push!

Tang Liuli dragged her trembling legs expressionlessly, forcing herself to ignore the social anxiety that had her rolling on the ground. To outsiders, she presented a cool, composed back as she slowly left the stage, exuding the demeanor of a victor.

It wasn't until she entered the waiting room that she suddenly rushed into the restroom and dry-heaved in front of the mirror until she almost fainted. She shivered like a quail. Fortunately, there were no cameras inside, or the bullet comments would have been filled with laughter, calling her a paper tiger.

But for Tang Liuli, who was truly battling a mental illness and struggling against nightmares intertwined with fear, this amusing behavior only highlighted a certain pathological stubbornness.

Time passed.

It took Tang Liuli half an hour to reluctantly regain her composure. She forced herself to stand up and looked at her pale, gloomy, and dim reflection in the mirror, her eyes growing increasingly bright. She whispered as if in a dream:

"If I can't even overcome this much, I won't be able to help you, will I?"

"Flow State... the old way isn't useful anymore."

"Perhaps I need to find another way to use it."

At the same time, another performance ended on the main stage.

A name related to Chu Yuanqing was repeatedly mentioned in the live stream:

"Wuwuwu, my Yue Bao, she worked so hard!"

"Honestly, I'm a bit surprised. Yue Bao's performance wasn't bad."

"Yeah, yeah! Yue Bao used to study ethnic dance! Dancing candy wasn't out of place at all. Her movements were detailed, and her body is super flexible. I just want to squeeze her???"

--Yue Bao.

This nickname was derived from Chu Wangshu's name. Now, the child's fan club called themselves Little Moons, a group that peacefully coexisted with all CP fans.

"Yue Bao is an excellent student in her studies! She's also an excellent student as an idol!"

"Sigh, it's a pity for Yue Bao. The poor child never performed on any proper stage before. She made a few mistakes at the beginning, otherwise, she might have had a chance to make a comeback to A Class???"

On stage, the performer who had just finished her act seemed to wake from a dream.

Chu Wangshu was a little dazed. She looked at the thousands of audience members gradually leaving, all the cheers and shouts, all the fireflies and warmth that surrounded her, receding like a tide, leaving her feeling lonely.

But for those few minutes on stage, the fabricated splendor truly made her feel like the moon.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that even though she was so startled at the beginning that she made numerous mistakes, this time she grasped the illusory light and was not swallowed by the stage that had turned into a swamp. She performed to the best of her ability until the very end.

--Her body was trembling.

--Adrenaline was surging.

--A multitude of complex and confused emotions intertwined.

Chu Wangshu's rhythm was off, her steps were wrong, her breathing was unstable, she forgot hand movements, and her facial expressions faltered. But she was undeniably immersing herself, enjoying herself, and evolving on that stage, ultimately earning a different evaluation from everyone else.

Chu Wangshu knew.

She was very disciplined and self-aware. Her performance just now was already a result of exceeding expectations.

Even if she had three days to prepare, she might not be able to do any better on this stage again.

But why?

She knew, she was self-aware, she should have been satisfied, yet she still felt... so unwilling.

She had never felt so unwilling in her entire life.

It was like the ice cream she didn't get to eat on a summer day when she was ten, as if happiness had been left behind in that season of rampant growth, causing her to long for the noisy cicadas of that day for the rest of her life.

It was the same this time. Her second evaluation performance might also result in her being unable to express what she wanted to convey, leaving some hopes permanently lost in the past.

Chu Wangshu walked away with heavy steps, looking somewhat lost and dejected, her eyebrows lowered, making her expression unreadable.

The young girl walked aimlessly forward, replaying all her mistakes on stage in her mind, repeatedly pondering ways to fix them like drawing water with a bamboo basket, getting stuck in an endless loop of self-criticism.

Before she knew it, she had arrived at the entrance of the C-Class practice room.

Chu Yuanqing, who had just finished a training session and was drinking water, turned around as if guided by intuition. From afar, she caught sight of her Daughter and, before feeling happy, sensed from years of experience that the child's emotions were not right.

--Is she feeling like she didn't perform well on stage?

Chu Yuanqing didn't hesitate. She was no longer acting as a father but could completely comfort her Daughter from a friend's perspective. She walked forward, gently pinched the young girl's cheek, pulling her out of her own world, and called out:

"Xiao Shu, are you alright?"

But as soon as the words left her mouth, before the old father could begin his pep talk.

Chu Wangshu froze.

The person in front of her seemed to be her only two weaknesses. Even without doing anything, just standing there looking at her was enough to make all her emotions uncontrollable, flooding her like a tsunami.

The grievances, sadness, sorrow, and unwillingness buried deep in her chest were inexplicably pried open, their defenses breached, and they all rolled out with a rumble.

Chu Wangshu's lips quivered, her eyes instantly turned red, and tears fell like pearls. She immediately threw herself into the girl's arms like a puppy, hugging her slender waist tightly. Her beautiful face rubbed against the full, soft curves as she cried profusely, stammering:

"Wuwuwu, Qingqing, I danced so badly just now, I didn't get the rhythm right, I sang the lyrics wrong, I almost lost my breath in the middle, and there were a bunch of moves I didn't handle well, and... and so many other things!"

"The mentors will definitely call me an idiot and rank me in F Class, wuwuwu. I definitely won't be edited into the show if I dance this badly. I'm so useless."

The livestream room immediately exploded:

"Good news, good news! After the Great Demon King, Little Cherry Blossom has successfully raided the base for the second time!"

"Damn, I'm dying of laughter. Silly Yue Bao, did she even consider how other contestants would react in that situation? How could she imagine dropping to F-Class? So cute."

"Yue Bao is so sad, crying so loudly. I'm laughing so loudly too."

"No laughing! This is Yue Bao's strategy, turning into a silly puppy and jumping into Chu Yuanqing's arms, she totally struck it rich, everyone???."

Chu Yuanqing was initially at a loss. She hadn't hugged her Daughter in so long, let alone in this brand new body. But the pain from her heart and a pity that surpassed reason made her temporarily ignore these details.

Chu Yuanqing was immersed in her concern for the child. On that tender and exquisite young face, her usually calm and distant eyes were suddenly tinged with cloying affection, radiating a compassionate motherhood like the sun breaking through the clouds.

The girl quietly and earnestly listened to the confession of the person in her arms, her hand occasionally stroking her hair, and then gently caressing the other's trembling back. Only when she seemed to realize her embarrassment and quietly lowered her cries did she smile and say softly:

"It's okay, this is already very good."

"I really like Xiao Shu's dance. I know how hard Xiao Shu worked for the stage. I know Xiao Shu isn't useless. Even if the mentors and audience don't like or understand, I will like and understand, and I'll praise you more."

"It's okay if you made a mistake in the second evaluation, there's still the public performance, we can continue to work hard."

"Besides, no one ever asked you to be the best, did they?"

"Everyone says to do your best, but no one has ever stipulated that not being the best is bad."

"Cheer up, be good, don't cry anymore."

Chu Yuanqing's voice was extremely gentle, carrying ten thousand times more love than when she comforted Xie Qingxuan. It was like an ancient ballad slowly sung by a fireplace in winter, using epic, passion, and flames to fight against an entire season that had buried spring.

At this moment, The locket pendant hidden in her chest was hotter than ever before. The sacredness of the white snow was like raging fire. The narrow source of magic within it was forcibly expanding and collapsing. The central magic cube prison in the underground base, merely touched by sporadic magic tides, fell silent in fear.

Majestic, lonely, selfless, bright, sorrowful...

These traits hidden in the corners of the soul, along with various anomalies, projected into the vast room, refracting through invisible mediums, transcending space and sea, descending like a mirage, and then, like a mistaken dream, returning to peace amidst the shattering and dimming of the locket.

And even so, The contestants in the practice room casting gossipy glances were stunned, a large number of viewers locked onto this channel in the livestream room were almost silent, and even the bullet comments eerily disappeared for a moment before crowding the screen in a rush:

"Everyone, I'm truly healed. I feel like my spirit is soaring high in the sky, full of positive energy."

"Haha, I don't need to go to the Louvre anymore because I've met my Mona Lisa???."

"I repent, I atone, I regret."

"Haha, I woke up too suddenly, I actually traveled back to Jerusalem a thousand years ago and saw the legendary Virgin Mary???."

"Before, people saying Qing Bao was the dorm mom was just a joke, but now I can only say... it's so true, everyone! Is this a young wife and a kindergarten principal? Hurry up and call her Qing Ma???!?"

"Mom is so good, Mom say a few more words."

"I didn't want to call Qing Bao mom, but she called me 'good boy'???!"

Because of the curse of the Sea of Truth, Chu Yuanqing, busy comforting her Daughter, still hadn't noticed the abnormality of the pendant.

Chu Yuanqing had the person in her arms turn her face towards her. She patiently wiped away tears with her fingers, looking at those red eyes and the sniffling nose, and repeated:

"Don't cry anymore, okay?"

Chu Wangshu didn't know why she had become so unlike herself. Just listening to the voice beside her ear felt like being enveloped by warm daylight, causing negative emotions to surge uncontrollably. She sniffled unconsciously and stammered out her true feelings:

"But if... if I can't be edited into the show, then I can't... I can't let Dad see me."

Chu Wangshu sniffled with a mix of grievance and stubbornness, almost blowing a snot bubble. She was like a small beast with all its shells stripped away, devoid of thorns and disguise, with only a naked, soft heart, and whispered:

"I want him to see me."

"I want him to watch me become the moon."

These were words she should never have spoken to Chu Yuanqing in her life.

These were small wishes she wouldn't even confide in her best friend.

But now, these simple yet profound words of truth were spoken without reservation amidst the intoxicating motherly love like poppies, and in the familiar yet strange care.

--I want him to watch me become the moon.

Chu Yuanqing's heart was suddenly crushed, like a tsunami of sorrow and bitterness, along with a loneliness mixed with happiness, engulfing her small self. Her irises trembled and then rapidly regained their calm. She swallowed the throat-slitting emotions like swords and said with a steady tone, smiling word by word:

"Xiao Shu's Dad will definitely see it. Even if it's not in the show, he will. Maybe during the public performance, he'll even come to watch you secretly?"

Chu Wangshu silently wiped away her tears. A little shyly and a little reluctantly, she removed her small hand from Chu Yuanqing's waist. She seemed to have recovered and stood in place, muttering softly:

"But he's very busy with work, and he's always traveling on business."

Chu Yuanqing's emotions were complex. She stroked her Daughter's hair and said:

"Then the video of the public performance will be broadcast too. There will be behind-the-scenes videos, and you can watch them online. As long as you want to see it, there will be a way to see it."

"In short, don't be sad for now. Maybe the mentor's evaluation of you isn't that bad?"

The young girl was about to answer when she noticed the wrinkles and tear stains on the other's chest.

Her face turned redder and redder. She immediately felt guilty and embarrassed and rushed to get tissues to wipe them. But after wiping for a short while, when she touched the delicate snow-like skin, she realized something was wrong and quickly withdrew her hand.

Fortunately, the other person didn't seem to be pursuing the matter and appeared to be lost in thought.

But the more she recalled her recent lapse in composure, the more Chu Wangshu wished she could travel through time and beat her past self into a pulp.

Damn it, how could she be so embarrassing and cry so much! She never used to be like this at all!

Chu Wangshu just wanted to evaporate on the spot. Mimicking Sakura's deep bow, she said a hasty farewell at lightning speed:

"Qingqing! You're about to go on stage, so I won't disturb your training anymore!"

With that said.

The little girl truly became like a thief who stole a mother's love and ran, disappearing into the distance under Chu Yuanqing's bewildered gaze. Her fleeing figure was tinged with a subtle hint of glee.

PS1: My fever is gone today. I slept until past seven in the afternoon, but I'm still weak. I've been writing until now. In the next chapter, it will be Qing Bao's turn to go on stage!

PS2: Thank you to the big shot who gave me a Silver Treasure Chest yesterday. But please don't give me "Universal Celebration" next time. I don't get a single cent from that. The key is that I have too few collections, and half of the cat biscuits inside are unclaimed, all sent to Hedgehog Cat. It's like a tease, and I almost fainted yesterday, crying my eyes out.

Volume 1: 65. Qing Shen Said, "You May Come This Far, But No Farther." (6K)

The livestream room let out a wave of boos upon seeing this:

"Yue Bao is shy now, is she? She rubbed her face on Qing Bao's chest until she was satisfied and then left, not even leaving her panties behind, how dare she????"

"So lame! She just exposed her vulnerable side, isn't that the perfect time to push the strategy points? What a weakling Yue Bao."

"Push strategy points for what? I've figured it out. Yue Bao isn't going for the friendship route, nor the romance route, but the family route!"

"You're right. I couldn't ship the two Chus before, but now that I think of them as mother and daughter, the feeling just hits differently. I can't help but ship them hard???."

"It really is. It's the first time I've seen Chu Yuanqing show such a gentle expression. In that moment, it almost completely covered her youthful immaturity, a perfect transition from a young wife to a mature wife. It's amazing."

"Haaah, tell me more about the mature wife???."