Dad, please let me push alone!

"You knocked on the door, but I didn't answer you because I thought it was okay. I didn't expect you to react so strongly."

Chu Yuanqing felt that it was dangerous to continue entangled in this topic, so she changed the subject dryly:

"Do you sleep on the upper bunk or the lower bunk?"

"The bottom bunk is the only one left now. If you want to sleep on the bottom bunk, I can switch with you."

Xie Qingxuan's voice was very soft, like the fog in the morning, but it was unexpectedly easy to talk.

"No, the upper bunk is fine."

As Chu Yuanqing spoke, his eyes involuntarily drifted to her wet hair. Seeing that this person had no intention of drying it, the obsessive-compulsive disorder of taking care of her daughter for many years broke out, and he couldn't help but ask:

"You don't blow dry your hair?"

Xie Qingxuan was unmoved, and continued to watch the dance video. She was born in a star gate, and she was not used to not having an assistant around her to help with these trivial matters. After thinking about it, she said:

"I'll do it later."

Chu Yuanqing packed the suitcase silently for a while, then looked at the other party's wet hair again. Her delicate eyebrows were slightly frowned on her delicate and beautiful face. After holding it in for a long time, she said:

"...If you don't mind, I'll help you."

"what ever."

Hearing this, Chu Yuanqing took another dry towel and patiently wiped the wet hair again.

Xie Qingxuan did not move, like a golden retriever that was being manipulated, with drooped eyelids, looking obedient and sleepy.

Chu Yuanqing took out the smart hair dryer, adjusted the wind speed and temperature, gently brushed the hair with one hand, and moved the hair dryer with the other hand, blowing along the direction of hair growth.

Her technique is built up from years of experience, following the principle of purifying the hair roots first, then blowing the tips, switching the temperature of the hair dryer from time to time, maintaining the regularity of alternating hot and cold, preventing damage to the hair, and even the hair dryer and hair strands The distance is kept well.

Xie Qingxuan didn't watch the dance video for a long time, so she simply lay down on the desk and glanced at the makeup mirror on the desk from the corner of her eye.

in the mirror,

Chu Yuanqing had a serious expression on her immature face, her movements were serious, and a bit of tenderness could be glimpsed in her lowered eyebrows. This kind of maturity that did not match her age mixed with the affinity of a young wife.

The warmth of the fingertips gently brushing between the hair and scalp, and the warmth of the neck touching the neck when the back hair is occasionally picked up, all make people feel inexplicably relaxing.

Xie Qingxuan was a little puzzled.

Is she acting for the camera?Or do you just like blowing your hair?

Chu Yuanqing didn't think about it so much, she blown the back of the hair almost, fiddled with the bangs of the front hair, touched the smooth forehead with soft fingertips, lowered the wind speed, and said seriously:

"If the hair is not dried all the time, it will be prone to migraines, it will also reduce immunity, and even affect sleep."

"Even if you don't blow it, you have to dry it with a towel next time. Don't just wipe it a few times and go to see your iPad. Idols should pay more attention to their bodies than ordinary people, right?"

Chu Yuanqing was muttering.

Xie Qingxuan was getting more and more sleepy, so she simply closed her eyes and let others continue to manipulate her.

Her eyelashes drooped like butterfly feathers, and her side profile looked quite obedient.

The warm wind brushed past the ears, and the low voice of preaching became fragmented as the consciousness drifted away.

In the shallow dream of taking a nap, a familiar face flashed by.

Xie Qingxuan's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if shrouded in shadows, but smoothed by her fine fingers like an iron.

"Asleep? There are still some dark circles under the eyes, this child looks very tired..."

Chu Yuanqing muttered, retracted his fingertips, and gently put the hair dryer away.

After thinking for a while, she took out a thin blanket from the suitcase and covered Xie Qingxuan's body, then turned up the temperature of the air conditioner, turned off the lights, and covered the camera with something, then walked lightly and walked out the door outside.

And not long after the door was closed, dreamy whispers as thin as mosquitoes echoed in the room:

"elder sister……"

29. A game that tests humanity.

Xie Qingxuan's family background is very good.

Her mother is a famous singer in the film and television circle, her father is a great director who has won awards in the world, and her sister who is five years older than her is the leader of the female team going to the world, so she can be regarded as a star.

It's just different from the elder sister who was spoiled by her parents since she was a child, grew up carefree, and with the support of resources, made her C debut and became famous all over the world.

Xie Qingxuan learned piano at the age of four, dance at the age of five, physical training at the age of six, international etiquette at the age of seven, formal learning of vocal music from a well-known singer in the industry at the age of eight, and taking a day out of non-existent weekends to get in touch with acting skills at the age of nine. Crew study.

Since junior high school, I have to try my best to take care of my studies, and I am required to give full marks in all aspects.

No childhood, no holidays, no breaks, and no one ever asked her if she liked it.

Xie Qingxuan is like a machine with instructions, which can only continue to operate towards the set goal.

Family only symbolizes a gray undertone.

Her parents have been living apart all year round, spending money and money all over the world, but they remotely control her life and set goals for each stage, as if they are creating a work of art.

Xie Qingxuan has never enjoyed the normal love of her parents.

Or in other words, this love was all poured out to her sister - Xie Qingyu.

Yu means beautiful jade.

Xuan means a beautiful stone like jade.

The fate of the two seemed to be decided from the moment the names were settled.

But why?Why can my sister have childhood, friends, freedom, the love she longs for, and the right to wanton rebellion, but she wants to be like an established NPC and continue to move towards the future expected by her parents?

Xie Qingxuan chose to resist.

For her parents who wanted her to become an artist, the decision to participate in "The Shining Stage" was the greatest rebellion.

"Xie Qingxuan, your dance has no emotion, it's like a dead thing."

"It's disgusting, don't you have a dream of your own?"

"Such a half-baked awareness is extremely ugly."

"You can't beat me. If you don't love the stage and don't want to be an idol, you will never be able to enter [Flow]. "Flash Dance" will never cultivate inferior products like you."

That familiar voice echoed from the dream.

This is my sister's conclusion after knowing that she signed up for "Flash Dance".

Xie Qingxuan's mind was like bubbles floating in an ancient well, slowly pulling back into her body, her eyelashes trembled, and her eyes opened.

The room was dark and silent except for the cold air blowing from the air conditioner.

Her expression was flat, her eyes were paranoid and deep, as sharp and cold as a sword, and she whispered in her heart:

"Sister, my dream is to destroy your dream."

Xie Qingxuan sat up, the thin blanket draped over her body slipped off, she caught the blanket reflexively, her slender palms stroked the texture of the micro-velvet, her eyes drooped, she pursed her lips, and murmured:

"No wonder...it's not cold at all."

the other side,

Chu Yuanqing had already become a meal partner with another roommate, and walked into the extremely spacious cafeteria in the base.

The canteen is gorgeously decorated and can easily accommodate a hundred people.

Except for the trainees, there are no other staff here, and only robots are responsible for delivering meals.

Chu Yuanqing sat in a hidden corner holding a dinner plate.

Sitting opposite her was one of her assigned roommates, Liang Xiaoxiao.

Different from upper-level players like Tang Liuli and Xie Qingxuan who have been in the industry and have brilliant resumes, this person is a trainee from a small company and has been training for less than a year.

Liang Xiaoxiao's level is average, and even her appearance can only be considered pretty among ordinary people. She really doesn't have a sense of presence in the big screen. The previous evaluation stage was even more unsatisfactory, and she only got a D-level evaluation.

Well, the only impression Chu Yuanqing had of this guy was that in the waiting room, he danced while twirling cakes, with some abstract funny talent.

Perhaps because of this, she didn't invite Tang Liuli, and she didn't dare to disturb a sleeping big devil, but invited Chu Yuanqing, who was not rated much higher than herself.

There is a common language between vegetable dogs and vegetable dogs.

Liang Xiaoxiao picked at the vegetable salad in the bowl with chopsticks, complaining melancholy:

"How come the venue of this program is made like an open world? Everywhere you go is the front area and you can explore it later."

Chu Yuanqing glanced at the extra fruit on the dinner plate. She didn't understand the stalk between the young people, so she just answered seriously:

"This is the authority difference that Dreamweaving Rabbit talked about."

"Level A can unlock all the dishes in the cafeteria, and the range it can go to is much wider. The same goes for the virtual reality system in the practice room. The functions inside are basically only available to people in levels A and B."

Liang Xiaoxiao was a little frustrated, and said:

"Isn't this a typical rule that the strong will always be strong, and the weak will get weaker?"

"I feel like I'm going to take a round tour. There is a gap in strength, and if there is a gap in facilities, no matter how hard you try, you can't beat him?"

"By the way, how do you know this?"

Chu Yuanqing hesitated for a moment, then said softly:

"Yayoi told me."

Liang Xiaoxiao paused with the fork in her hand. She was a little surprised and asked:

"Yayoi? That Sakura girl who is super infectious on stage?"

"That's no wonder, she is an A-level player."

Chu Yuanqing nodded and said nothing.

Yayoi Kirimi did tell her a lot, including one of the most fascinating technologies in virtual reality.

That is, to form a phantom next to it, reproduce the dance in its original appearance, and correct wrong movements. During this period, wireless electrodes can be attached to the body to realize the surreal technology of quickly shaping muscle memory.

This technique can be used for one to three hours depending on the physical quality of the individual.

A-level players have eight hours of authorization time per day, which is about five hours in excess.

And this information, combined with a secret told by the Sakura girl, created an extremely delicate ecological environment.

That is, A-level permissions can be shared with others unconditionally.

Chu Yuanqing did not want to tell Liang Xiaoxiao this information, not out of selfishness.

It's because, once the news gets out, "Flashdance" will quickly become a game that tests humanity.

Kirimi Yayoi and her daughter both told her roommate's rating.

The dormitories of the former are A-level, B-level, C-level, and D-level.

The latter dormitories are B-level, C-level, D-level, and F-level.

Chu Yuanqing also asked some of the other players, and all the dormitories had obvious grade ladders, without exception.

In other words, when the program group allocated dormitories before the competition, they calculated the results of the initial evaluation based on the strength of each contestant with a high probability, and based on the dormitory as a unit, they fabricated one after another small ecological circles with obvious food chains.

This sounds nonsense, but after listening to Mengzhi Rabbit's self-introduction, he realized that it is not difficult to achieve this.

If combined, only the first 101 contestants who enter the scene will be able to get the incredible manipulation of the camera, and it will be clear at a glance what the program team wants to do.

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push book

Introduction: 【Orange】

The last guardian of the world - Mayumi Haga, after the destruction of his own world, finally broke free from the trap of eternal life, and greeted the eternal sleep as he wished.

However, when he opened his eyes again, he was reincarnated in a different world.

The world is very strange.

Here the Guardians won't be wounded or bleed, won't be disheveled like her in battle, always have sparkling magic to keep their clothes clean, and won't lose their clothes when fighting and flying in fluffy skirts.

Those guardians with colorful hair and costumes are called "Magic Girls", and it is said that no one knows their identities.