DYUTVOBGA Chapter 57

The Xue fans watched helplessly as their barrages were submerged in the full-screen text, their feelings growing even more complicated. It felt like a fishbone was stuck in their throats, neither going up nor down, making them unbearably itchy all over.

But what could they do? Their numbers couldn’t compare to the newly surged audience, and their barrages couldn’t compete with others’. Apart from watching their own live stream room being arrogantly occupied by outsiders, it seemed they could do nothing.

Ah! So infuriating!

The fans, who had been venting wildly in the barrage due to Xue Mingzhu’s “betrayal,” now carried their resentment and grievances, shifting their attention from the jubilant barrages above the screen to the live stream screen. They glared fiercely at the boy standing beside Xue Mingzhu.

Quentin himself, of course, couldn’t feel the resentment coming from the live stream. Considering Xue Mingzhu’s basic dance skills, he selected a relatively simple boy group dance from the database, set it to 0.2x speed, and then began learning the dance by following the projection on the large screen.

[Xiao Q’s learning ability is so strong!]

[I’ve learned this dance. It just looks simple; it’s actually really tiring to perform. This kind of boy group dance is like a weight-loss exercise; finishing one set makes you collapse on the spot [Dizzy]]

[Quentin dances so well, the power is on point, it’s so satisfying to watch]

[The key is his strong personal style. The same moves look ordinary on others, but on him, they are particularly pleasing to the eye]

[People with long arms and legs look so handsome when dancing! And Xiao Q’s T-shirt is also nice. Did any sisters figure out which brand it is? I’m begging for a link [Well-behaved]]

[I saw abs…… Slurp]

A full screen of rainbow farts whizzed by before the Xue fans’ eyes.

Xue Fans:

Seriously, whose live stream room is this?! Where do you all get so many words to praise him? Aren’t you tired?!

Can’t beat them…and if you can’t beat them, join them!

[Wow! I didn’t expect Little Chicken can dance too!]

[Look at him dance, arms are arms, legs are legs, he dances really well]

[Although not as good as his rap, it’s barely passable. Our Little Chicken’s best skill is still rap [Thumbs up]]

[Actually, it’s pretty good that Little Chicken made new friends on the show. His personality is too easy to offend people]

[Sigh, if only Brother K was here too. The one who got along with Little Chicken best is still Kevin]

[Don’t be ridiculous, Brother K would never stoop to a boy band survival show [Vomit][Vomit]]

[……With Brother K’s face, it’s probably the survival show that wouldn’t want him [Awkward]]

The barrage almost started arguing again after just a few praises, but then they saw a golden barrage slowly cross through right through the middle of them. It even moved slower than regular barrages, trying to let every viewer see its content clearly.

[Little Chicken? Is this Xiao Xue’s nickname? So cute [pinch pinch]]

Xue Fans: …?

What the hell is this! Why is this person’s barrage golden?!

They asked in the barrage and received a straightforward answer from the other party.

[Because I gave Xiao Xue gifts (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)]

[I check in and do tasks every day but only managed to save 120 points. Half I’ve given to Xiao Xue, the other half is saved to give to QT tonight]

[Are you Xiao Xue’s fans? Why aren’t you sending gifts.]

[I sent 60 little flowers and actually became the Rank 1 (0o0)]

Smart fans quickly found the gift-giving interface and then noticed the “Relevant Instructions” noted in the lower right corner.

[ Warm reminder, the gift contribution leaderboard is for entertainment purposes only.
Rank 1 receives a golden special identifier, Ranks 2~10 receive a silver special identifier, Ranks 11~50 receive a cyan special identifier. This leaderboard only displays the top 100. ]

The Xue fans realized belatedly.

So, the number one spot in their live stream room was taken by an outsider?

What a joke! Doesn’t this crappy live stream actively prompt about the gift-giving thing?! Even the leaderboard is hidden in a crevice by default, who could see that!

They swiped around the screen everywhere, trying to find the recharge option for gifting.

……Huh? Why isn’t it there?

[Sisters, gifting in the NS live stream room doesn’t cost money, it’s exchanged with points]

[Points? What points?]

[?]

[It’s the points we usually use for voting…Sisters, are you really Xiao Xue’s fans? [Perplexed] Don’t tell me you’ve never voted for Xiao Xue…]

[Vote for what? Are we really supposed to let him become an idol?]

[What sisters, I’m a guy, I’m not interested in your survival shows, I’m just here to listen to Little Chicken’s rap]

[Little Chicken isn’t suitable to be an idol. Wearing such heavy makeup, and dressed so gaudily, I can’t appreciate it]

[….]

[Oh um, then Xiao Xue is really blessed to have you]

After repeating the dance a few more times like this, Quentin pressed the pause button on the remote, his other hand grabbing the hem of his T-shirt and lifting it to wipe the sweat off his face a few times.

“How was it…Did you learn it?”

He was slightly out of breath, and his thin skin was showing a conspicuous red. His expression was as calm as ever, a pair of glass-like green eyes lightly glancing at the boy beside him.

Xue Mingzhu’s sweat-wiping action was even more rough than Quentin’s. He used both hands to pull the hem of his clothes, lowered his head and bent over, almost burying his entire face in his clothes his headband also got pushed up.

“Learned it…my ass!”

His voice sounded muffled through the fabric of his clothes: “I’m telling the truth, my memory is really quite good, but I just can’t remember dance moves! How do you all learn them after just a few tries?”

Quentin casually placed the remote on the table. His hand flashed past the GoPro lens at the edge of the table, and fans who were watching closely promptly took screenshots.

“This is a problem of basic skills. Normally, learning to dance requires practicing basic skills from the start. If you don’t learn them and directly practice the difficulty of boy group choreography, it will definitely be harder.”

He took a clean towel from the storage cabinet against the wall, wiping his face, neck, and back again as he spoke: “But time is tight now. We have to learn the performance choreography, and also learn the 50 sing-and-dance songs in the database. It’s hard to find time to learn dancing from scratch.”

[Sounds so miserable]

[Is Quentin this patient in private? I thought he was the type who speaks little and ignores people]

[Where did QT go? I hear rustling sounds…… Is he changing clothes in the corner? [Peeking]]

“Ah!”

Xue Mingzhu let out a long sigh and flopped onto his back on the floor with a ’pa’, limbs spread out in a starfish shape. He closed his eyes and said fiercely: “Then it’s rote memorization! If three or four times don’t help me remember, and thirteen or fourteen times don’t help me remember, could it be that thirty or forty times still won’t help me remember?”

“As for basic skills…”

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, raised one hand, clenched his fist towards the ceiling, and said word by word: “After I debut in the group, I will definitely make up for all the lessons I need to take!”

He would never let himself hold the team back, nor would he get left behind by his teammates.

[Sigh]

[Is he serious or is he just drawing a cake?]

[Does Little Chicken really want to be in a boy band?]

[It must be fake, just for show effect, after all, it’s a live stream. It’s obvious he’s trying to please the fangirls]

[I’m really convinced, are you even Xiao Xue’s fans? I’m a CP fan and I’m not as outrageous as you (▽△▽#)]

[Those who watched the first episode should know Xiao Xue’s determination, right? When he was in the pre-selection class, he said he would use his strength to prove he deserves to debut!]

[No wonder, even though Xiao Xue’s skills are passable and he had quite a number of shots in the first episode, his votes just wouldn’t go up. So you solo fans don’t even want him to debut | -]

[No…Xiao Xue’s solo fans are also categorized. Most are old fans from when Xiao Xue used to do rap, and a small portion are new fans like me who were attracted by his initial stage [Pitiful] I definitely hope Xiao Xue debuts]

[New fan +1, the atmosphere in Xiao Xue’s discussion group is too strange. I posted scoop pictures of Xiao Xue and got very few likes. The top ranked posts are either arguing or reminiscing about the past. People who don’t know would think something happened to Xiao Xue…]

[Please don’t lump all old fans together. Old fans are also divided into male and female fans. Some male fans love to act like fathers, what can we do? Anyone with ears can hear how much Little Chicken improved in his initial stage compared to two years ago, but some old fans simply don’t care]

[I won’t say what kind of people are still discriminating against boy bands these days [Shhh]]

[Wow…Quentin’s legs, how are they so beautiful!! [Nosebleed]]

[?]

[???]

[I’m convinced bb]

[Someone please knock this sister off the rank 1!!!]

Since the first official episode of “NS” had only reached the segment where the battles began, the class assignment results would only be officially revealed in the second episode.

Therefore, before the live stream, the program staff specifically instructed each trainee to wear their own private clothes for the live stream, not the class uniforms, to avoid spoilers in advance.

And the clothes in Quentin’s suitcase were still the ones initially provided by the system.

Flamboyant and flashy.

The only simple style was a black hoodie, which was unsuitable for dancing in this weather. He was afraid he’d get heatstroke in the practice room with the AC set at 25°C.

If he were that unlucky, then the matter of his poor health and lack of stamina would be forcibly confirmed.

So, he chose a short-sleeved T-shirt with a pure white base, featuring tie-dyed blue, green, and yellow dyes with relatively high saturation. The refreshing and lively color combination reminded people of summer, forests, and lemons.

The T-shirt collar and cuffs had detailed designs like ripped edges and lace. The overall cut wasn’t a straight up-and-down oversize, but rather leaning toward a wider-at-the-top, even-wider-at-the-bottom umbrella shape.

When he danced to the music and rhythm, the soft fabric integrated into his movements. His narrow, powerful waist and abdomen were occasionally visible under the hem, pulling the audience’s gaze along with them.

There wasn’t much to say about the pants; they were the same black sweatpants he wore on the first day of vlogging. However, the cut was slightly narrower than the wide-leg straight-leg pants of the A-class training uniform.

After ten minutes of rest and wiping sweat, Quentin bent over and pulled the pants legs up to his knees. The constriction on his calves quickly lessened, and he felt instantly much cooler.

He straightened up, moved his shoulders, neck, and ankles, walked out from the corner outside the camera’s view, stood next to Xue Mingzhu, and looked down, saying: “Rest time is over. Get up, continue.”

The boy lying on the floor like a boneless salted fish slowly opened his eyes. His gaze climbed from bottom to top until he finally met Quentin’s: “…”

Quentin kicked him, not too lightly nor too heavily: “Don’t slack off.”

[Is this how Little Chicken and Quentin interact in private…]

[Watching the main show and behind-the-scenes, I thought it was just Xue Mingzhu being enthusiastic unilaterally]

[Little Chicken, aren’t you ashamed!! You’re a year older than him! Look at your lazy appearance!]

[Quentin’s legs…… Quentin’s legs legs…… legs… legs]

[Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful! Beautiful!]

[Let me touch let me touch let me touch let me touch]

Quentin’s position at this moment happened to be with his back to the camera. His calves, contrasted against the black sweatpants, were so white they seemed to glow.

His legs were indeed good-looking. With long Achilles tendons, a straight leg shape, narrow kneecaps, and no uneven muscles, they were completely the kind of legs that only appear in manga.

[Congratulations on adding another male idol with million-dollar girl group legs [Heart][Heart]]

[And it’s not the skinny bamboo pole kind, but both slender and fleshy. They look really nice to touch……]

[Is this the leg that those first-performance repo posts said is the most suitable for wearing striped calf socks? [Star-eyed]]

[Help, does Quentin have any flaws?? Look at his face, his hands, his legs, his muscles too…small head, broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs…Such a handsome guy is actually my crush, so happy [Tears][Tears]]

[Wait! Xue Mingzhu, what are you doing???]

[Ahhhhhhh Xue Mingzhu, let go! You let him go @#¥%*&!]

Xue Mingzhu was lying perfectly still, the sleepiness on his face not yet dispersed. He had been so tired during the ten-minute break that he directly fell asleep, and now his whole brain wasn’t very clear.

So much so that even after being kicked by Quentin, he still had no reaction.

But Quentin wasn’t a patient person. He raised his leg, about to kick Xue Mingzhu on the butt….

The next second, the other party suddenly reached out and grabbed his ankle.

“Got it, I’m getting up… I’m getting up.”

The boy’s eyelids were drooping, and he mumbled incoherently.

He had just let go of Quentin’s ankle, but then immediately grabbed onto his calf instead, as if using Quentin’s leg as a support railing, struggling to sit up from the ground.

Quentin, who was almost pulled down, looked down at Xue Mingzhu’s hand expressionlessly: “Are you awake?”

Xue Mingzhu: “Ah…? Awake ah, I woke up when you called me… Why are your legs so thin? Thinner than mine…No, don’t you have muscles on your legs? It feels quite soft…You have such a good figure, do you only work out your upper body when exercising?”

The audience in the live stream room was so anxious they were scratching their ears and cheeks, but limited by the angle and distance, they could only see the boy sitting on the ground holding the leg of the boy standing next to him, muttering words that were hard to hear clearly, while touching and pressing several times.

His face also got closer and closer to the boy’s leg, as if trying to see something clearly. But from the audience’s perspective, what’s the difference between this behavior and a pervert?!

So, in the end, he deserved being kicked down by the exasperated boy.

But, being kicked down is one thing, Quentin, why did you step on Xue Mingzhu’s stomach too?

And you brat, Xue Mingzhu, why are you laughing so happily while begging for mercy, look how pleased you are.

[Uh uh uh ahhhhhhhhh!!!]

[Seriously, bro, is this right?]

[You two, XueQue…]

[Straight guys really have no sense of weight [Candy][Candy]]

[The family property gave out candy again today, none of you here came for nothing ah]

[Little Chicken, how are you so skilled …Suspicious.]

[Uh, could Xue Mingzhu be a leg con?]

[No sense of boundaries at all!! Bastard ahhhhhhh jealousy is making me unrecognizable!!!]

[Yay~! Recorded it. Wait for me to judge it frame by frame carefully. Our XueQue is just so good to eat O(≥▽≤)0~~~]