Wu Zixuan’s group was also wandering back and forth in the supermarket.
As soone with roots in a Korean girl group, her sense of aesthetics for decoration had that stage-like vibe.
She wanted to use lighting to create a beautiful ambiance.
"Fangxin, should I buy you a little bed?" Wu Zixuan suddenly spotted a baby crib.
"Haha!" Lv Fangxin couldn’t help but laugh.
"Look, there’s even a little flower on it! Lv Fangxin is so adorable." Fu Xiaoyu picked up the toy flower and started waving it back and forth.
Then she grabbed a baby bottle and held it up to Lv Fangxin’s mouth, causing the latter to widen her eyes in "horror."
"What are we doing here, forming a family?" Lv Fangxin let her imagination run wild: "Mrs. Wu, Daddy Fu, Lv Baobao."
The other two burst into laughter upon hearing that.
"I want to buy a chair too, that way I can ride it to work every day."
Wu Zixuan ran over to a swivel chair with wheels and sat on it, sliding around on the smooth surface.
"Oh my god! Zixuan, I’ll just carry you to work every day!" Lv Fangxin couldn’t help but laugh.
"I think this girl is a bit silly—I regret marrying her." Fu Xiaoyu said with a face full of mock helplessness.
As they walked, they suddenly realized Fu Xiaoyu was missing.
Lv Fangxin quickly went to find her, only to discover her lying comfortably on a sail-shaped mattress with ng ixuan and Qiang Yueting.
After sleeping on the "floor" and "hardboard beds" for over two months, this was undoubtedly the peak of luxury.
Fu Xiaoyu was enthusiastically sharing the earlier events with her friend Qiang Yueting.
As soon as Lv Fangxin arrived, she hauled her away, while Qiang Yueting looked bewildered and instinctively adjusted her hat.
A short while later, Wu Zixuan disappeared again, and Lv Fangxin had to go find her once more.
These two were running her ragged.
In no ti, she spotted Wu Zixuan in the furniture section on a sail-shaped mattress "flirting" with Jiang ixing.
"Are you a piggy girl?" Wu Zixuan half-knelt there with a Peppa toy in hand.
Jiang ixing, sitting bashfully, responded, "I am!"
Lv Fangxin was so exasperated she nearly threw the shopping cart. They had agreed to buy lighting to decorate the dorm, but now the two were either playing around or flirting with beauties.
While Lv Fangxin was on the verge of a breakdown, Liu Feiyu bolted downstairs.
She was different from most girls—she didn’t enjoy shopping or wandering around.
So after walking around with the other three dormmates for ages while keeping her shopping cart completely empty, she couldn’t take it anymore and dashed down to the lighting section on the lower floor.
Initially, their plan mirrored Wu Zixuan’s group: they wanted to use lights to decorate their dorm.
But as soon as they entered the shopping mall, the other three forgot the task entirely.
They fully embraced the joy of "shopping."
"Where’s Liu Feiyu?" Luo Qijia suddenly noticed she was gone.
The other two were equally surprised—how did she disappear in the blink of an eye?
"Oh no, she hasn’t gone missing, has she? The money is with her!" Luo Qijia suddenly rembered this critical issue.
"Then we need to find her quickly, or we won’t be able to pay!" Wu ixiang grew anxious.
After picking out her items, Liu Feiyu wanted to reunite with her group and was halfway up the staircase when a voice broadcasted overhead: "Little Liu Feiyu, your mom Zhang Zijing is looking for you."
Liu Feiyu imdiately wished she could crawl into a hole. To her shock, Zhang Zijing had resorted to such drastic asures.
The girls still shopping froze upon hearing the announcent, then burst into laughter. Was Zhang Zijing seriously doing this?
"Oh my god! Liu Feiyu actually managed to get lost!"
"Is Liu Feiyu directionally challenged?"
"Liu Feiyu, don’t wander off anymore—rember to go ho."
"This kid needs a guide dog when she goes out."
"No, she should be tied with a leash instead."
Instantly, the joke about Liu Feiyu getting lost spread like wildfire among the girls.
When she reached the third floor, everyone who saw her clapped and laughed:
"Little Liu Renyu, your mom Zhang Zijing is looking for you."
Liu Feiyu was so embarrassed she was at a loss for words—a rarity for soone who usually could charm her way out of any sticky situation. All she could do was rush to find her "mom."
At that mont, a staff mber began shouting: "Not much ti left, not much ti left."
Everyone still wandering the store scrambled to choose their items.
Back at the dorm, they all started ticulously decorating their rooms.
In so dorms, the sound of hamrs and nails echoed—it turned out they bought tools to hang decorations on the walls.
Jiang ixing carefully marked a show "logo" on the wall with a ruler, nailed its key points, tied it off with twine, and then painted it with colorful hues.
Lai Ruoxuan’s group cut the rugs they bought into wallpaper-sized pieces and nailed them to the walls.
Then they hung curtains at the front of each bed, scattered toys across the floor, and strung up fairy lights to create a dreamy atmosphere.
Lv Fangxin’s dorm hung "palace lanterns," pasted decorative stickers on the walls, and screwed in various decorations.
She might not be great at singing and dancing, but when it ca to this kind of work, she was surprisingly skilled.
"Fangxin, I didn’t realize you were good at this!" Fu Xiaoyu said in astonishnt.
"I do this stuff all the ti—I’m the only adult workforce in my household, so I handle most of the chores." Lv Fangxin replied while tightening a screw on the bedfra.
"I don’t know any of this—I can only sing and dance." Wu Zixuan said enviously.
Lv Fangxin was both amused and exasperated—wasn’t just being able to sing and dance good enough?
Actually, in this program base, 98% of the girls ca from very privileged families.
Singing and dancing required money—without financial backing, they couldn’t acquire the skills.
On Ye Yuwei’s side, the sound of her hamring filled the room.
The other girls couldn’t help laughing: "Yuwei, you’ve got quite the strength!"
"You have to hit hard, or the nails won’t go in!"
"Then help us hamr the nails for the decorative lights around the bedfra!"
"Sure!"
Everyone assigned tasks to themselves—Qiang Yueting, with her talent for drawing, vigorously painted all over the place, creating a surprisingly artistic result.
ng ixuan and Yang Ni were cutting out illustrations from magazines and pasting them up everywhere.
This idea was Ye Yuwei’s. She thought store-bought stickers looked too childish, while illustrations from magazines had a more refined feel.
After about two hours, all the dorms were finished. The instructors invited by the production team began evaluating them one by one.
"This is the longevity flower—I hope I can be like this flower and last long in this program." Wang Na explained to the visitors.
Soon, the production team handed a note to each dorm.
Standing by the door, Jiang ngqi was about to grab it when, as if she had rembered sothing, she withdrew her hand—and sure enough, Gao Ziyi snatched it instead.
"Please visit all the dorms.
After visiting, choose your three favorite dorms, excluding your own."
Upon receiving this news, every dorm started brainstorming ways to win votes.
Zhang Zijing’s dorm only had their decorative light spheres shining.
The lights glowed in a dreamy blue, like an ocean under a silent night sky.
She hugged her guitar and sat in the innermost corner, singing a song:
The wandering traveler,
The backpack is worn-out,
The future,
Awaits us to create...
...
The song’s lody was beautiful—it was composed by Zhang Zijing herself.
She had gained countless life insights during this ti.
This was like a grand classroom, teaching each person sothing unique.
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