CHAPTER 110: CHAPTER 107 BEFORE THE EXAM, ALL BEINGS

Just then, Chen Afang’s voice suddenly came through the broadcast: "This is Chen Afang. Who poured milk in my wardrobe today?!"

Everyone froze for a moment, then burst into gloating laughter.

"I’m in the surveillance room right now, and I’ve already seen who did it. Either the person who did this apologizes to me within five minutes, or I’ll report it to the production team and announce their name over the broadcast."

As soon as Chen Afang finished speaking, everyone’s hearts skipped a beat.

This woman is sharp! Instead of confronting it head-on, she’s resolving it in this way.

If their name gets out, the production team would have to enforce rules and uphold order, which means that the person who spilled the milk would have to leave.

Such an incident would ruin their reputation in the industry, and they might even be held accountable by their management company.

"She’s impressive! To come up with such an idea," Lv Xiaoxue said with a newfound sense of admiration for Chen Afang.

"This is the best way to solve it. We’re here for the competition, not to fight and argue," Ye Yuwei nodded in agreement.

"Do you think the production team will actually handle this?" Qiang Yueting suddenly asked.

Ye Yuwei couldn’t help but chuckle at her question: "If the production team wasn’t going to handle it, do you think she’d be able to use the broadcast in the surveillance room to say all that?"

"That Natasha, honestly! If there’s a conflict, just talk it out face-to-face. Why go to such lengths? Maybe it’s a cultural difference with foreigners," Qiang Yueting shook her head.

Sure enough, five minutes later, an apology could be heard over the broadcast. Though no name was mentioned, the accent made it clear it was Natasha.

This Russian woman still had some sense; otherwise, she’d have been in big trouble.

Ye Yuwei understood the production team’s intention. These girls are proving to be extraordinarily difficult to manage. If their open disputes aren’t squashed, it would lead to bigger problems sooner or later.

It’s likely that after this incident, no one will dare to stir up trouble again.

When they returned to their dormitory, they found Natasha curled up under her blanket, not even bothering to shower.

Lv Xiaoyu couldn’t help but open the window—the smell around the Russian girl was a bit too strong.

"Yuwei, what are you doing?" Meng Meixuan, noticing Ye Yuwei writing, came over curiously.

Leaning in, she rested her chin lightly on Ye Yuwei’s shoulder, her nose filled with the sweet scent of jasmine.

"I’m writing a journal."

"Why bother? Do you even have things you can’t remember?"

"Little moments should be noted down. When I leave this place, they can become beautiful memories."

In truth, she wanted to record everything to share with her fans. Ye Yuwei smiled softly, like a blooming rose.

Meng Meixuan couldn’t resist the urge to hug her but was dodged when Ye Yuwei stood up.

"I need to shower. A whole day of training has left me covered in sweat," Ye Yuwei said, carefully putting away her journal as she headed to the bathroom.

"Yuwei, why don’t we shower together? Taking turns wastes so much time." Meng Meixuan’s eyes sparkled, almost as if they could drip water.

"No, let’s each do our own thing," Ye Yuwei glanced at the camera, prompting Meng Meixuan to reluctantly back down.

In another room, Lai Ruoxuan, wrapped in a bath towel, was scribbling something on paper.

"Xiao Xuan, what are you working on?" Jiang Mengqi, popping over for a visit, peeked curiously.

"I’m making a chart."

"A chart? What kind of chart?"

Lai Ruoxuan closed her notebook and leaned toward Jiang Mengqi’s ear to whisper, only to realize her height made it impossible to reach.

"What are you doing? You’re not trying to sneak a kiss, are you?" Jiang Mengqi eyed her warily.

"Of course not! Do I look that pervy?"

"Not yet, but you’ve only been here two days, and you’ve already kissed several people."

"Fine, don’t listen then," Lai Ruoxuan pouted and pretended to leave angrily.

"Wait, I’ll listen. Tell me," Jiang Mengqi, who had loved gossip since childhood, couldn’t contain her curiosity.

"I’m keeping track of..." Lai Ruoxuan started.

"Oh my god! So secretive—don’t tell me you’ve been sneaking looks?" Jiang Mengqi’s radiant face lit up with a mischievous blush.

"I asked them directly and observed myself. Li Tiange is truly the ’Boss’ of our group," Lai Ruoxuan’s eyes sparkled with excitement.

"What does ’Boss’ mean?" Duan Yuxin suddenly joined in, looking curiously at them.

"You’re too young to understand some things," Lai Ruoxuan replied with a mock-serious expression.

Duan Yuxin stared blankly, her mind filled with question marks as her big eyes started contemplating life.

"Ah, that feels amazing!" Lv Fangxin exclaimed, lying on the bed in silk pajamas after her shower.

"Fangxin, your socks have holes. Here, take these," Chen Yinghan, whose hair was still damp, came over to hand her a pair of socks.

"I’ve got new socks! Look," Lv Fangxin said, pulling a pair of pink socks with embroidered orange kittens from under her pillow.

"These little kittens are adorable," Chen Yinghan said, taking them and smiling with delight.

"Then I’ll give you this pair!"

"Great! Here, take this pair of mine too."

The two exchanged socks happily and hugged. Their slightly wet hair stuck together in places as they laughed and moved.

"What are you two up to? You’re making me want to clear out so you can have your own little world," Yang Yiyi teased them with mock jealousy.

"Yiyi, if you’re feeling out of place, you can bunk with me tonight," Chen Yanran said with a sly wink.

"Ew! A straight girl pretending to be gay? You’re asking for divine retribution!" Yang Yiyi cried out as she fled back to her bed.

The night deepened, and the distant lights sparkled like scattered stars.

Lu Bingbing and Wang Qingyu were still in the practice room, drenched in sweat.

Wang Qingyu felt like she couldn’t go on anymore. She hadn’t expected dancing to be this tough.

"I can’t do it. I really can’t remember the moves. I don’t know how to dance," she lamented.

"Get up. Didn’t you say you didn’t want to let them look down on you? How can you give up after just two days?"

"I..." Wang Qingyu bit her lip, stood up, and prepared to continue when Lu Bingbing stopped her.

"You can’t keep practicing like this."

"But Bingbing, the instructor taught us this way."

"I know, but this method only works for those with foundational dance skills. You haven’t even taken preschool-level dance. Jumping straight to high school-level moves won’t cut it."

As someone with years of "teaching" experience in Hanoi, Lu Bingbing had quickly pinpointed the problem.

"Then what should I do? Dancing isn’t something you can master overnight."

"Lower the difficulty and follow the rhythm. Your strength lies in your excellent sense of musicality. You can hit the beats perfectly."

"Lower the difficulty and follow the rhythm?"

Wang Qingyu’s sweat-covered face was full of confusion.

"That’s right. For example, the second beat’s move where you lift your left leg into a crane stance and bend the right leg into a horizontal V—you can just subtly lift your leg to match the rhythm."

"Isn’t that just slacking off?"

"There’s no other way. If you insist on doing it at full standard, your muscles won’t respond fast enough, and you’ll miss the beat."

Lu Bingbing had plenty of experience with cases like Wang Qingyu’s.

"But if I slack off the whole time, I’ll..."

"Not the whole time. Just simplify the particularly difficult moves. I’ve seen the others practice, and except for the really good dancers, no one could do the entire routine perfectly."

Lu Bingbing continued explaining patiently to her friend.

After thinking it over, Wang Qingyu finally bit her lip and said, "Alright, Bingbing, I’ll trust you. You’re more experienced when it comes to stage performances."