novelraw Chapter 274 - 267 Dormitory Festival
Chapter 274 - 267 Dormitory Festival
The scheming happening outside the base, you girls naturally have no clue about.
Tonight, they were informed 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 home 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 memories 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 timed!" 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 moment, an all-too-familiar voice came 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 immediately recognized it—it was Long Zitao’s voice.
"It’s Mr. Long, she’s back." Wang Tingting’s face lit up with excitement.
"Hehe, why did he make his voice sound so deep?" Lai Ruoxuan couldn’t help but laugh.
"I’m your creator, Long Zitao. Long time no see." Long Zitao’s voice deliberately stayed mature and deep.
Some 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 met.
"Long time no see, long time no see..."
"It really is Mr. Long!"
The girls knew that Long Zitao could hear them from the broadcast room.
"Long time no see, but it’s not about not seeing. It’s just that when we meet again, there might be some who have to leave."
Long Zitao’s words instantly plunged the previously excited, happy girls into fear, anxiety, and for some, a chilling sense of doom.
"Will the names 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 time someone 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 home that’s uniquely yours."
When Long Zitao said this, everyone instantly relaxed.
No wonder there were camera 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 cameras.
Because they already knew this show had become popular, and audiences liked seeing them expressing their personas, some 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 came 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 announcement, the production team had planned a "photo gathering" that resembled a warm farewell party.
The warmth of parting moments 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 immediately return."
Upon hearing this, these girls’ curiosity was fully piqued, and they rushed back to their dorms at the fastest speed.
At this moment, 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 moment of camera time.
"What is this!" Gao Ziyi quickly walked over, pushed Jiang Mengqi aside at the door, and grabbed both items.
Jiang Mengqi felt a twinge of disappointment, 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 same company.
Gao Ziyi pretended not to notice how her previous action had hurt Mengqi 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 camera exposure, wanting the audience to notice her dramatic expressions.
Wang Miaomiao and Wu Meiyin 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 excitement.
It’s been so hard! Over two months of what felt like imprisonment.
Either attending classes or completing tasks, over and over again.
Today, they finally had a chance to go out for some 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 limelight in front of the camera.
"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 same thoughts.
The girls were informed 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, excitement 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!"