The Cold Sister Is Too Flirtatious - Chapter 25

Dance instructor Su Yun, recognizing talent, smiled warmly. “I haven’t seen such a spirited dance in ages. Leng Yao, do you have anything else to showcase?”

“Thank you, Teacher Su. I’ve also prepared an original rap. I haven’t been rapping for long, so it might have some rough edges.”

“Don’t worry,” Duan Shize encouraged. “Just give it your all.”

“Alright. Music teacher, could you please play the track?”

Leng Yao bowed, her smile sweet. In the next instant, she tossed the microphone into the air and caught it smoothly, her aura shifting completely.

“Tiger with glaring eyes, you broke my bones.

But now I feel no pity for my woes.

The world is full of fools and frauds.

Hunt! Hunt!

Raise the bone sword, crush all shame.

North and south, the road to death remains.

I’ll stop at nothing—I am my own master!”

Leng Yao stared directly into the camera, her gaze radiating coldness and dominance, as if she were the undisputed ruler of the stage.

This year’s trainees are seriously impressive! She’s on par with Yue—a true powerhouse! Love it!

Brainless fans for the talented!

The Leng Yao before them had transformed back into her sweet, girly persona, a complete contrast to her earlier performance. Her voice, soft and sweet like peach cake, murmured, “I’m so sorry for the clumsy performance.”

Duan Shize, visibly surprised, commented, “Leng Yao, your lyrics are remarkably clever, and your rap flow is excellent. You just need to work on your enunciation and phrasing. Still, to achieve this level in such a short time shows exceptional talent.”

“Thank you, Teacher Duan.”

This was the quickest consensus the judges had reached during the grading process, their opinions perfectly aligned.

“Individual trainee Leng Yao, A-Class!”

The trainees gasped, acknowledging Leng Yao’s achievement. “After Yue, someone else actually made it to A-Class! This trainee’s skill is truly deserving.”

Leng Yao had just stepped off the stage when she was swept into a familiar embrace. Feeling the comforting arms around her, she leaned back against Lin Tingxue, a pang of guilt twisting in her heart. She knew she couldn’t hide anything from her older sister.

“Older Sister, I’m fine. I just need a band-aid from the staff. You should go back to your seat—you’ll get more screen time that way. The cameras can’t see you here.”

“I don’t need screen time. I only need you to put yourself first.”

Isn’t that what I used to tell her? Leng Yao thought, her foot throbbing belatedly. On the stage, a contestant had dropped a metal earring, too small for the staff to notice.

Leng Yao had stepped on it during a spin, the sharp edge slicing into the sole of her foot. She quickly pulled it out while hiding behind her flowing skirt, but when she looked down, she saw bloody footprints marking every step she’d taken across the stage.

Lin Tingxue carried Leng Yao to the trainees’ lounge, where they were alone. Kneeling down, Lin Tingxue examined the four-centimeter gash on Leng Yao’s foot. Though narrow, the wound was deep. It was hard to imagine how Leng Yao had managed to complete the entire dance without betraying a hint of pain.

A flicker of concern crossed Lin Tingxue’s eyes. She channeled her spiritual energy, and the wound healed instantly.

Leng Yao wiggled her foot. “Older Sister, it doesn’t hurt anymore!”

Noticing Lin Tingxue’s lack of response, Leng Yao feigned weakness, her large, innocent eyes blinking innocently. “Older Sister, my feet are cold. Could you find me some shoes?”

Lin Tingxue nodded, and Leng Yao assumed she was about to get up and fetch some shoes. Instead, a warm sensation enveloped her foot, completely enclosing it.

“Older Sister, my foot is dirty from stepping on the ground.”

Sensing Leng Yao’s attempt to withdraw her foot, Lin Tingxue gently tightened her grip on the slender ankle. “It’s not dirty. Didn’t you say your foot was cold?”

Leng Yao stammered, barely able to articulate her thoughts. “I… I feel much better now. Older Sister, the recording is almost over. Let’s go back out.”

“Alright.”

The two returned to their positions. Zeng Zhile, curious, asked, “Xiao Yao, why weren’t you and Xue at your spots just now?”

Leng Yao quickly fabricated a lie. “We were a little hungry, so we went to get something to eat.”

Zeng Zhile clutched her stomach dramatically, feigning a soul-leaving hunger. “That’s right! We’ve been recording for four hours already. I’m starving!”

Leng Yao smiled and pulled a pack of cheese crackers from her pocket, which she had swiped from the break room. “Yue, look!”

Zeng Zhile’s face lit up. She tore open the package, stuffed a cracker into her mouth, and exclaimed, “I’m alive again! I’ll go share one with Xue.”

Leng Yao stopped her, noticing her older sister had already entered a meditative state. Afraid Zeng Zhile would disturb Lin Tingxue’s training, she said, “No need, she won’t eat any.”

Zeng Zhile blinked, puzzled. Isn’t Xiao Yao always thinking about Xue?

Seeing this scene, the livestream chat erupted with sarcastic comments:

What sisterly bond? It’s already falling apart. Yue got an A rating, so Leng Yao’s playing with her now. She won’t even share crackers with Lin Tingxue.

And ever since they returned to their seats, Lin Tingxue’s been keeping her eyes closed. Something must have happened to upset her.

Looks like they’re just “sisters” in name only~

The last comment garnered countless upvotes. Su Zhizi, monitoring the online chatter as part of the staff, wiped the sweat from her forehead. Though she couldn’t understand why the public’s speculation had veered so wildly off course, at least their true relationship hadn’t been exposed.

It’s better to guess the opposite, she thought. She’d just seen Classmate Lin carry Junior Sister backstage with her own eyes! Thank goodness she’d managed to snag the task of collecting Junior Sister’s earpiece. If other staff had witnessed that, it would have been a disaster.

She needed to find a chance to warn this young couple to be more careful and avoid giving others ammunition to gossip.

With all the trainees having finished their performances, it was time to assign dorms. There were single, double, and quad rooms.

The production team had prepared a game to determine the order in which trainees could choose their dorms.

Two trainees would each be tethered to a wall by an elastic rope, holding a felt ball. The first to stick their ball to the wall would win.

Zeng Zhile clenched her fists. She was determined to claim the single room—there was only one, and she had to have it!

After drawing lots to determine her opponent, she glanced at the name in her hand: “Xue, I want that single room. I won’t hold back this time.”

“Alright,” Xue replied.

With the elastic ropes secured around their waists, Zeng Zhile felt supremely confident. Years of dance and fitness training had given her strength surpassing that of many girls—and even some boys. Though she’d lost at the game of Flying Chess last time, that was pure luck. She refused to believe she couldn’t beat Xue in a test of pure strength.

As the host shouted “Go!”, Lin Tingxue planted her foot and surged forward with all her might.

But her body was yanked uncontrollably in the opposite direction by her opponent’s decisive pull.

BEEP!

The host blew the whistle, announcing, “Lin Tingxue wins! Time: 0.52 seconds.”

Older Sister is amazing!

Leng Yao clapped enthusiastically until her palms burned red. With that time, Older Sister must be in first place!

Yue looked a little pitiful, but there was nothing to be done—Older Sister’s strength spoke for itself.

Leng Yao was the last to compete, and her opponent turned out to be Xia Zhuo, the girl Shangguan Tuanyuan was trying to win over.

Remembering Shangguan Tuanyuan’s mission, Leng Yao smiled sweetly, her expression pure and innocent. “Xia Zhuo, could I get a Sun signature from you later?”

Xia Zhuo eyed Leng Yao warily. When she first started as a blogger, she had a devoted fan named “Tuanyuan.”

Trusting her and harboring unspoken feelings, Xia Zhuo had told Tuanyuan in advance that she would be participating in Journey to the Stars. Tuanyuan had said she would come too and asked Xia Zhuo to save her a Sun signature.

So, the Sun signature was their secret code, unique to Xia Zhuo and Tuanyuan.

Leng Yao scanned the room, but none of the other trainees were “Tuantuan Yuanyuan.” Could their chat logs have been leaked? Is Leng Yao using this to replace Tuantuan Yuanyuan?

“Beat me first,” Leng Yao retorted.

Sensing Xia Zhuo’s sudden hostility, Leng Yao didn’t dwell on it. She quickly adjusted her elastic rope and prepared to compete.

Both women strained simultaneously, Leng Yao’s face flushing slightly. She stretched her fingers as far as possible, desperate to touch the wall. She needed to win quickly to secure a room with her older sister.

On the other end, Xia Zhuo seethed with anger. How dare she try to replace Tuantuan Yuanyuan? I’ll teach her a lesson!

Is the stream frozen? Why aren’t Leng Yao and Xia Zhuo moving?

No, look closely—they’re both sweating. Their strength seems evenly matched.

Typically, the weaker contestant would give up. But neither woman yielded. Moreover, they were the final pair, and the elastic rope had already endured considerable strain.

The rope snapped in the middle. Leng Yao instinctively raised her hands to shield her head from hitting the wall.

But instead of the expected pain, she collided with a soft body. Looking up, she saw Lin Tingxue standing protectively in front of her. “Older Sister…”

On Xia Zhuo’s side, a staff member wearing a hat and mask rushed forward to shield her as well.

Seeing that both trainees were unharmed, the host could only joke, “It seems both of you are desperate for a good dorm, willing to go to any lengths to get it!”

To keep the show running smoothly, Leng Yao quickly responded with a laugh, “Haha, Xia Zhuo and I did that on purpose! We wanted to choose the same dorm, no matter what!”

With that awkward laughter, the show continued. Next, the trainees chose their dorms based on their ranking in the competition.

Lin Tingxue got to choose first, and everyone naturally assumed she would pick the single-person dorm. It had the best amenities, including a private practice room—the very reason Zeng Zhile had coveted it so much.

Aside from Leng Yao, Lin Tingxue didn’t enjoy sharing a room with others. But according to the rankings, Leng Yao was the last to choose. If she wanted to be with Little Rabbit, she had no choice but to pick the four-person dorm.

“I want the four-person dorm,” Lin Tingxue announced.

Hearing this, Bai Chacha, who had ranked second, couldn’t contain her glee. She raised her hand and declared, “I’m second place! I want the single-person dorm!”

After everyone had made their choices, the bottom three—Leng Yao, Zeng Zhile, and Xia Zhuo—were automatically assigned to Lin Tingxue’s four-person dorm.

What’s going on? These four together? That’s a dorm full of dynamite!

Xuexue won first place and still chose a four-person dorm, giving the better rooms to other contestants. She’s truly our kind Xuexue.

After the dorm selection, everyone took a group photo, marking the complete end of this phase.

The four-person dorm was quite nice, with a platform extending from the room to create a semi-open space. There were two bunk beds, one above the other.

Zeng Zhile went to practice, while Xia Zhuo was taken to the hospital by the staff member wearing a mask and hat.

Only Leng Yao and Lin Tingxue remained in the dorm.

“Do you want to room with Xia Zhuo?”

“Huh?” Leng Yao, who was washing her face in the bathroom, heard Lin Tingxue’s question from outside the door and hurriedly explained, “No, I was just trying to smooth things over with the production team. I said that on purpose. Of course, I want to room with you, Older Sister.”

“You don’t sound sincere, speaking through a closed door.”

Lin Tingxue wasn’t buying it. She pushed the door open and stood in the doorway. After taking in the scene, she immediately closed the door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were about to shower.”

Leaning against the door with her eyes closed, Lin Tingxue replayed the image she had just seen: the Little Rabbit’s long dress was half-undone, revealing her slender waist and even the shallow dimples on her lower back.

I could probably wrap my hand around her waist.

I forgot to lock the door! Leng Yao covered her face, relieved she hadn’t fully undressed.

She pulled up the shoulder straps of her dress, trying to put it back on. Halfway through, her hand froze.

What if I had already taken it all off?

A voice came from the bathroom, barely concealing its embarrassment: “Older Sister, come in. You were right—talking through the door isn’t sincere.”

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The term (tuányuán) is used here as a person’s given name, (Shàngguān Tuányuán).
The existing translation, “Tuanyuan,” is a direct Pinyin transliteration, which is a standard and respectful way to render a name.
The third context also shows a playful, doubled version of the name (Tuantuan Yuanyuan), used as an affectionate nickname.

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