The scheming happening outside the base, you girls naturally have no clue about.
Tonight, they were inford to stay in their dorms and not go out.
The girls also had no idea what the production team planned to do.
None of them wanted to consider the possibility—it could be the 58-to-36 elimination.
After the second performance (before the show’s broadcast), their dorms were reassigned based on class.
However, Lv Fangxin, who should be in Class A, chose to stay in the dormitory of Class C.
Because that’s where her emotional anchor was—her reliance on Chen Yinghan.
Ye Yuwei remained in the luxurious dorm of Class A.
She shared the dorm with Guo Xia, Qiang Yueting, and Yang Ni.
But upon entering, the once spotless dormitory had already been trashed beyond recognition by the group.
The blankets were covered in crumbs of leftover food, along with scattered socks and snack wrappers everywhere.
In short, this dormitory was absolutely reminiscent of the majority of university girls’ dorms.
"Back at my ho in Shendu, I used to listen to music all day long,"
Guo Xia, clutching a sunflower pillow, began recounting stories from her past to everyone.
She spoke with great emotion, her voice laden with mories of bygone days.
"As soon as I woke up, I’d turn on the stereo, listening nonstop—while showering, while eating. But since coming here, I haven’t been able to listen to music at all."
Guo Xia shrugged, her face reflecting a regretful expression.
Just as she said this, the broadcast suddenly played the sorrowful tune of "Deep Autumn Love," causing all four of them to freeze in place.
Was the production team "intently" watching them?
"How perfectly tid!" Guo Xia was dumbfounded too.
"This is way too creepy!" Qiang Yueting couldn’t help but clutch her plush toy tightly.
Ye Yuwei also found it incomprehensible—was the production team up to yet another trick?
At that mont, an all-too-familiar voice ca through the broadcast:
"Good evening to all the ’Heavenly Idol’ girls!"
"This is the occasional broadcast of the ’Voice of the Girl Group.’"
All the girls imdiately recognized it—it was Long Zitao’s voice.
"It’s Mr. Long, she’s back." Wang Tingting’s face lit up with excitent.
"Hehe, why did he make his voice sound so deep?" Lai Ruoxuan couldn’t help but laugh.
"I’m your creator, Long Zitao. Long ti no see." Long Zitao’s voice deliberately stayed mature and deep.
So of the girls couldn’t suppress their screams; many of them were very fond of Long Zitao, even though he often criticized them whenever they t.
"Long ti no see, long ti no see..."
"It really is Mr. Long!"
The girls knew that Long Zitao could hear them from the broadcast room.
"Long ti no see, but it’s not about not seeing. It’s just that when we et again, there might be so who have to leave."
Long Zitao’s words instantly plunged the previously excited, happy girls into fear, anxiety, and for so, a chilling sense of doom.
"Will the nas of those leaving be announced over the broadcast?"
"Oh my God! My heart is in chaos; I don’t want to leave."
"I’m so scared..."
"I hate this music; every ti soone leaves, it’s always this tune."
No matter if their rankings were good or bad, none of them wanted to hear about eliminations.
They didn’t want to face separation from their friends.
"Unknowingly, almost two months of communal living have passed."
"I’ve heard you’ve recently switched dorms, so I wanted to give you all an opportunity."
"We’ll host a ’Heaven’s Idol Dorm Culture Festival.’"
"Creating together a girl group ho that’s uniquely yours."
When Long Zitao said this, everyone instantly relaxed.
No wonder there were cara operators placed in the dorms today—it turned out to be for this event.
Many of the girls gleefully started showcasing themselves in front of the caras.
Because they already knew this show had beco popular, and audiences liked seeing them expressing their personas, so started intentionally "stealing the spotlight."
It could be said this was one of the most important things they’ve learned in the past two months.
When they first arrived, most of them ca with a competitive mindset, but now they understood that besides competing, their persona mattered just as much.
Ye Yuwei heard Long Zitao’s words and couldn’t help but laugh a little.
Before the first ranking announcent, the production team had planned a "photo gathering" that resembled a warm farewell party.
The warmth of parting monts always brought tears to their eyes.
The kindness amidst a cruel backdrop always deeply moved their hearts.
Today, they were hosting this "Dorm Culture Festival," different in form but alike in essence.
But no matter what, it couldn’t change their nature of fighting like "maggots in a jar."
"I’ve prepared a surprise gift for each dorm. If you’re not in your dorm right now, please imdiately return."
Upon hearing this, these girls’ curiosity was fully piqued, and they rushed back to their dorms at the fastest speed.
At this mont, the staff knocked on their doors one by one, handing them an envelope and a small bag.
Many girls who were usually quiet quickly gathered to accept these two items, just to snatch another fleeting mont of cara ti.
"What is this!" Gao Ziyi quickly walked over, pushed Jiang ngqi aside at the door, and grabbed both items.
Jiang ngqi felt a twinge of disappointnt, her face showing a trace of sadness, but she didn’t say anything.
She had a good-natured personality, always accommodating others, and besides, the two of them were colleagues from the sa company.
Gao Ziyi pretended not to notice how her previous action had hurt ngqi emotionally. She acted excitedly, shouting loudly: "Oh my! It’s actually money."
If she had been genuine earlier, now she was completely acting—wanting more cara exposure, wanting the audience to notice her dramatic expressions.
Wang Miaomiao and Wu iyin could see her intentions, but neither of them said a word.
Gao Ziyi opened the letter:
Dear Heavenly Idol Girls,
We’ve prepared a wish fund for each dorm.
You can use this wish fund to decorate your dorm.
Please head to the supermarket in 30 minutes.
...
Many girls read this and couldn’t help but jump around in excitent.
It’s been so hard! Over two months of what felt like imprisonnt.
Either attending classes or completing tasks, over and over again.
Today, they finally had a chance to go out for so fresh air.
Gao Ziyi continued reading:
Complete your shopping within one and a half hours.
Then decorate your dorm.
We will evaluate all dorms.
The winning dorm will receive a mysterious grand prize.
After reading this, Gao Ziyi deliberately made a wide-eyed, surprised expression and began counting the money.
This was all just to steal the lilight in front of the cara.
"The grand prize wouldn’t be tied to vote counts, right?" Zhang Xiaohan muttered softly.
"Highly likely. As long as it’s not another revival card." Chrysanthemum Lin mused.
"We must do our best to win that grand prize. It might help us stay until the third performance." Yang Han showed determination.
They were all on the edge of elimination, so they wanted to seize any opportunity.
Many students shared the sa thoughts.
The girls were inford that aside from the money given by the production team, they couldn’t bring anything else.
Nor could they change into any other clothing—it was clear this was another marketing gimmick.
The girls descended from the building, excitent radiating as they boarded the bus waiting outside.
Throughout the journey, the bus was filled with the chaotic noise of their yelling and screaming.
Sitting inside the bus, the girls began fantasizing about what they wanted to buy.
Gao Ziyi leaned against the window, pondering how she could stand out among the group. She wasn’t particularly interested in winning the grand prize.
She believed she’d make it to the third performance for sure. Now, her priority was solidifying her persona—ensuring that more people noticed her.
She couldn’t resist glancing at Lv Fangxin, sitting in the corner, her gaze unknowingly tinged with jealousy and envy.
"No matter what, I’m far better than that petty, monkey-faced trash anyway!"
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