Chapter 69
"Xiao Qing, I've put your clothes in the basket next to the sink."
"Okay, I understand."
Kiriwake Yayoi put away the clothes sent by the Program Group and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Xiao Qing really hadn't noticed.
The girl looked at her slender, long hands, where the touch and warmth seemed to linger. She felt inexplicably shy, her cheeks flushing a lovely coral pink, her eyes brimming with joy. She couldn't help but purse her lips and murmur softly:
"So this is what it feels like to have good friends?"
At the same time,
Chu Yuanqing had just taken off her skirt and tossed her undergarments into the basket. She felt the coolness on her chest and the sudden relief from the constraints and stuffiness, and relaxed, she released her magical disguise.
The black borders at the bottom of the girl's pupils shattered, and arcs of light like gold foil overflowed. She tossed her hair tie into the laundry basket, and her ink-black hair lost its color as she swung it, returning to a pure and flawless white. The person in the mirror seemed to have shed all her makeup; simply existing there, she possessed an extremely dazzling presence.
"What a troublesome appearance. I wish I could be more ordinary."
Chu Yuanqing felt as if every strand of her hair was emitting a "sparkling" effect. Feeling quite uncomfortable, she tied her long hair up, put on a shower cap, glanced at her flawless body in her glasses, then silently looked away and turned on the shower.
Splash, splash.
The rising mist blurred the smooth, undulating curves reflected in the mirror.
The girl lay on her back, bathed in the thousands of raindrops, the gentle warmth of spring rain washing over her entire body. In the center of her fair skin, amidst the layered mountains, the mottled and broken Lantern Pendant suddenly sparkled with the brilliance of broken diamonds. The subtle tinkling sounds, like QQ notifications, were all automatically masked by the lantern, showing little sign of anything unusual.
It is obvious that as the popularity and buzz from the outside world gradually increase, and the positive emotions generated by true fans are constantly emerging, the subtle yet enduring magic crystallizes, just like the continuous influx of live stream donations into the Lantern Pendant.
However, because the amount of magic was far less than that on stage and was too dispersed, the influx of magic did not burden the lantern, nor was it noticed by Chu Yuanqing himself at first. In this way, it subtly and silently expanded the upper limit of the Magic Threshold.
Twenty minutes later,
Chu Yuanqing suppressed her shame and put on the clothes prepared by the Program Group.
She stood in the dance studio where the camera was positioned, looking at herself in the mirror. Her pleated skirt was even shorter than the one she wore for the Public Performance, and her black stockings outlined her leg lines, making the section of her fair leg, known as the "absolute territory," particularly eye-catching and somewhat alluring.
Looking further up, one sees a slender waist that is boldly exposed, with a beautiful vertical navel. Her skin and lines are extremely graceful. She is wearing a white off-shoulder mesh top, which is stretched out by her full, rounded figure to create a large curve.
Because the fabric is very thin, you can almost see the black strapless tank top underneath. The off-shoulder design also reveals one collarbone and slender straps, which is very alluring and seductive, exuding a pure and sensual vibe.
Chu Yuanqing looked at herself awkwardly, feeling so ashamed that she wanted to braise or steam the red-eyed rabbit. To be honest, this shame was even turning into murderous intent.
As Savior has lived through the old era, her killing intent is extremely violent, as outrageous as her current personal charisma, and will cause extremely terrifying mental pressure on ordinary people.
In order to live a normal life, during my 17 years as a corporate slave, I have actively shut down this kind of emotional mechanism.
So, she could only mutter to herself in melancholy and annoyance, and as Little Sakura began to call out the rhythm, she shyly began to move her body, her skirt swaying and her long legs moving, her Little Deer Bumping with excitement.
Period,
For reasons unknown, Kiriwake Yayoi didn't ask Chu Yuanqing to pay too much attention to his facial expressions. Instead, she let him express himself freely and let his expressions grow wildly. As a result, she patiently selected one version from the more than twenty versions filmed in an hour.
Then, she watched this version of the video ten times, praising it and feeling thoroughly entertained.
Although her dance skills were rather immature, the key point of the show was not that, but rather Chu Yuanqing's awkwardness and embarrassment at being forced to perform, and even her inherent innocence and naivety, which ultimately created a charming contrast with the dance itself!
Damn it, what if some people don't want the outside world to see Xiao Qing like this?
Little Sakura patted her cheeks hard, silently suppressing her urge to eat alone. With Chu Yuanqing's permission, she helped him submit the short video, finally ending her task for the day.
Then, she looked at Chu Yuanqing, who sat blankly on the sofa, looking utterly alone and pitiful, as if he had lost his soul. She was speechless and choked with emotion, not knowing how to comfort him.
For Xiao Qing, who even dislikes wearing skirts, wearing such a sexy outfit to dance a dance that emphasizes the body's curves is indeed quite a challenge.
But in order to reach a higher stage, there's no other way, right?
Besides, "Little Deer Bumping" isn't exactly a borderline dance. Compared to some girl group dances that are sexually suggestive, overly emphasize body curves, and have incredibly provocative lyrics, it's as pure and lovely as a nursery rhyme sung by a kindergarten child.
Even if you don't get to draw this dance in later rounds, it's never a bad thing to get used to the challenge beforehand.
Otherwise, she could hardly imagine what kind of mental state Xiao Qing would be in if she were to draw such a dance in the future.
Well, she'll probably be mortified!
Because I've already absorbed enough of Qing Bao's energy today.
Kiriwake Yayoi was in a very good mood. She kindly greeted him, choosing to give him space to think for himself, and left the practice room on her own.
Chu Yuanqing, through self-encouragement and with an iron will, fiercely defeated the demon of female depravity in her heart. She regained her former composure and became like a wise and enlightened young nun, more open-minded, and less worldly in her demeanor.
It's okay. As long as she's successfully eliminated, pays the insurance premiums, and creates her original body's remains, she can pass away peacefully. Even if the whole world spreads videos of her dancing in a little skirt, it... won't matter!
Yes, that's right, out of sight, out of mind!
Chu Yuanqing walked back to the dormitory and was surprised to find Xie Qingxuan, Tang Liuli, and Liang Xiaoxiao all there, though the atmosphere was rather strange.
Tang Liuli remained as gloomy and socially anxious as ever. She hid in bed, looking at sheet music on her iPad, resembling a little hedgehog trapped in its own little world, having built up a strong social defense.
After removing her makeup, Xie Qingxuan's skin looked great, with a more natural and understated appearance than usual. She was wearing a traditional-style cloud-patterned nightgown, sitting upright at the table, holding a book and reading. Her demeanor was quiet and elegant.
Liang Xiaoxiao sat on the top bed, looking at her iPad and taking notes in a notebook. She was extremely focused and didn't talk to anyone. The three of them clearly created three separate social zones, making the dormitory extremely quiet, almost so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Only...
The moment someone stepped into the dormitory, the three of them completely lost their social compass. Their attention, which had been seemingly absorbed in their respective majors, instantly shifted to Chu Yuanqing, and almost simultaneously, they noticed the change in her clothing, which lingered on her exposed collarbone and shoulders.
--Qing Bao, this is so spicy!
Tang Liuli looked at the girl's slender waist, her emerald green eyes fixed intently. She really wanted to politely ask Qing Bao if she could touch her belly button.
However, to avoid being kicked out of the dormitory, she suppressed her urge to go crazy, quickly hid the iPad under her pillow, obediently lay down in bed, and pretended to be unable to sleep.
Tang Liuli displayed the pinnacle of her acting skills, her expression timid and gloomy, a hint of weariness showing as she turned her head. Her emerald eyes, like undulating lakes, were exceptionally pitiful. She asked softly:
"Xiao Qing, I can't sleep. Can you read Victor Hugo's 'Contemplation' to me?"
Seeing this, Liang Xiaoxiao sneered inwardly, silently closed the notepad, and placed both items on the bedside table.
The girl followed suit and obediently lay down, instantly wrapping herself in the blanket. She immediately entered a new emotional state, as if she had returned to the day she was forced out of her home—a state of dejection and sorrow, tinged with a hint of maternal forbearance.
"Xiao Qing, I'd like to hear it too, but not 'Quiet Contemplation,' it's Hans Christian Andersen's 'Thumbelina.'"
Xie Qingxuan was lost and confused.
Why does everyone like listening to bedtime stories?
Does listening to Chu Yuanqing tell bedtime stories increase their chances of winning on stage?
No, I've already missed one opportunity today; I can't miss a second one.
Xie Qingxuan pondered for a moment, then pulled a fairy tale book from the bookshelf. In front of Chu Yuanqing, she hugged it and lay back down on the bed. She then carefully covered herself with the blanket, placed the old-looking book on the nearby fruit stand, and solemnly made her request:
"Chu Yuanqing, I want to hear 'Afsol,' please!"
This posture looks exactly like a serious and earnest Golden Retriever that's being affectionate without realizing it, especially the last "please" part, it's absolutely adorable!
Well, the Great Demon King successfully defeated the two schemers using his natural abilities.
Chu Yuanqing couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair. She picked up the thick Fairy Tale Book, looked around the entire dormitory, and hesitated.
"Yes, you can read them, but whose should you read first?"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the dormitory froze.
Tang Liuli was completely stunned.
What's going on? Having Qing Bao read bedtime stories—isn't that my patented invention?
I'm furious! How could you despicable thieves be so shameless? Attacking and cheating! You have no sportsmanship! It's utterly disgraceful!
NTR! This is NTR!
That damn blondie, stay away from Qing Bao!
The little girl grew angrier the more she thought about it, almost grinding her teeth in hatred.
If she weren't so socially awkward, she would have already punched the Great Demon King's chest until it was swollen, stuffed Liang Xiaoxiao's mouth with a towel, and then been able to lie alone in Qing Bao's arms, having her head gently stroked and being told bedtime stories, drifting into a warm dream.
But in reality,
Tang Liuli could only silently stick her hand out from under the covers, suppressing her grievances and anger, and suggested in a low, resentful voice:
"How about... rock-paper-scissors?"
Liang Xiaoxiao thought seriously, glanced at her spring roll shape, rolled it backwards once, then freed her arms, covered herself properly with the blanket, pretended to be unharmed, and extended her palm in agreement:
"Whoever wins, Xiao Qing will read the story that person wants to hear first."
Xie Qingxuan did not object, but carefully added:
"Best of three, or a single game to decide the winner?"
"Let's decide the winner in three rounds."
"OK."
Tang Liuli sneered inwardly, her emotions swelling like a pufferfish. She was capable of entering a state of "Flow State"; a game of rock-paper-scissors, with her amplified mental state, would be a piece of cake.
The Great Demon King, right? Liang Xiaoxiao, right?
Today, I will use my extraordinary wisdom to completely impress you!
Thus, this war, fought without gunfire and utterly naive, officially began amidst someone's confident inner monologue.
Two minutes later, Liang Xiaoxiao withdrew from the battle, suffering a peaceful defeat.
Three minutes later, Tang Liuli lost all her money and died tragically.
Xie Qingxuan silently turned off the cheat, eagerly covered herself with the blanket, patted the edge of the bed, and gestured for Chu Yuanqing to sit down.
While Meditation State, as a divine skill that has evolved to interfere with the brain, may not be as impactful as Flow State on stage, it far surpasses conventional Flow State in terms of neural reflexes and accelerated thinking.
Rock, paper, scissors? What a stupid game.
Tang Liuli was about to cry.
She watched Chu Yuanqing slowly sit on the Great Demon King's bed, her feelings as complex as a hero who had just arrived at the Demon King's castle and found a princess covered in tally marks and with a heart-shaped tail in the cellar. Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, she could only hate her own powerlessness.
Liang Xiaoxiao was indifferent; she was already on the upper bunk and couldn't enjoy Chu Yuanqing's head-patting service.
As for bedtime stories? "Thumbelina" was just a fairy tale she made up to hear Chu Yuanqing's voice more often; whether she actually told it or not was completely unimportant.
Win win win!
So, the only person in the dorm who lost everything was a socially awkward girl who couldn't resist hiding under her blanket and dropping her pearls.
But these emotions gradually drowned in the warm, undulating sea as Chu Yuanqing slowed his speech, his voice like the chanting of past poems.
For a long, long time.
In the dormitory with only one small nightlight on,
Tang Liuli fell asleep peacefully, no longer dreaming of the horrifying scene of her mother hanging before her eyes.
Liang Xiaoxiao closed her eyes, briefly escaping the cruel reality, a smile appearing on her lips.
Xie Qingxuan drifted into a dream, her subconscious mind continuously descending, and entered into Meditation State on its own. Fragments of Chu Yuanqing's personality fell and formed like raindrops, piecing together an extremely complex and alluring jigsaw puzzle.
But what grips the heart even more than these things is love—as gentle as mist, as precious as gold, and as if blessed by the gods.
The person's slender hand gently caressed her eyebrows and eyes, and warmth rippled and spread from her soul.
Chu Yuanqing, Chu Yuanqing...
At the same time,
Just as the dormitory, filled with troubled children, was drifting off to sleep, tens of millions of fans of "Flash Dance" flooded into Douyin at midnight, kicking off the battle for the Center position.
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Sea Capital, early morning.
Many of Qing God's disciples rushed to the official <Flash Dance> account immediately. Since the videos were sorted by the number of likes, they quickly found the video with the particularly enticing cover in the first column.