I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 622 - 621: Teacher Xiao Qiu Is So Gentle, Kind, and Beautiful

Time rewinds to before the third card was discovered.

After leaving the "Adventure Battlefield," Mu Qiu and Zhao Yu, holding hands, took a shortcut and headed to Insect Street Dance Club at the fastest speed.

One of the clues they found earlier clearly pointed out that Guo Yin was in a darkened state and was the prime suspect for betrayal.

But the facts told them that Guo Yin was not the traitor.

This probably means that the clues they found were incomplete, and the missing information is certainly important.

This kind of uncertainty, where they judged incorrectly, has to be addressed immediately; otherwise, it feels like a lump in their chest.

So as soon as they left the main group, they rushed to Insect Street Dance Club to search for more clues, preferably ones belonging to just the two of them.

The dance club looked the same as before, with the door wide open and many dance clothes scattered on the wooden floor of the practice room.

Next to the row of lockers near the window, which they hadn’t noticed before, lay a purple key bracelet.

It wasn’t very eye-catching, so they missed it the first time they came in.

Zhao Yu checked every dance outfit on the floor, while Mu Qiu walked over and picked up the key bracelet, glanced at the familiar sticker on the key.

13.

She held the key and went searching for locker 13, found it, inserted the key, and turned it easily, opening the locker door.

The metal locker door sprang open, hitting against the door of locker 14 with a thud.

Zhao Yu immediately looked over, meeting Mu Qiu’s shining eyes.

"It opened so easily? This guidance seems too deliberate, doesn’t it?"

Mu Qiu took out the items from the locker to show her.

"The production team obviously wouldn’t treat the guests like idiots. This is a sketchbook. Let’s see if there’s a name mentioned... ’Guest Appearance: Female No. 3???’

Isn’t that name a bit too casual?

Turning to the next page, there was a portrait.

"Fortunately, though the name is a bit hasty, the content inside is okay. Look, see who this is drawn as."

She held it up face-out to Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu squinted at it for a moment, moved a bit closer, and after another hard look for two seconds, finally barely identified the protagonist of the portrait.

"This is you, right?"

Halo over the head, sparkling eyes, an S-shaped figure that could almost curve like a winding mountain road, long thick hair, with a porcelain vase holding bamboo leaves in the hand.

Why was it surely a porcelain vase? Because this vase with bamboo leaves was eerily familiar, seen so far only on the Bodhisattva Guanyin in TV dramas.

The camera zoomed in for a full shot of the painting.

Zhao Yu was silent for two seconds, covering her eyes: "It’s so ugly it hurt my eyes. Which soul painter has such a passion for realism?"

Mu Qiu rolled her eyes: "What soul painter with a realism passion? This is called deliberately highlighting key features. As long as it draws all my characteristics, isn’t that fine?"

"So your key features are being without teeth, without a nose, short legs, and no clothes?"

"...Alright, shut up."

She quickly flipped the page and continued looking at the second page.

"This is still a portrait, still incongruent, but here’s a sentence written."

Zhao Yu, a bit interested now in this soul painter’s work, picked up a few pieces of clothing and came closer to watch with her.

"Let me read this sentence to everyone." Mu Qiu cleared her throat.

Zhao Yu frowned, reading the sentence three times, and sighed: "I’m begging you, don’t read it out loud."

"I insist on reading it. Listen——

Teacher Xiao Qiu is really so beautiful, and so kind, every time I see her eyes, I feel like drowning in her gentle gaze, she is simply the most perfect person in the world."

Zhao Yu was deeply unwell, bending over, clutching her chest on the verge of vomiting.

"It must be hard for the staff who wrote this passage; surely it took them forever to summon courage to finish this without retching?"

Mu Qiu couldn’t care less about her quips, brightly looking at the sentence again and again, her lips curling up eagerly.

"Ah—Couldn’t have imagined my identity is so perfect, surely the person who wrote this must be a very lovely and honest child too."

Zhao Yu couldn’t watch anymore, wedged the clothes under her arm, freed a hand to snatch the sketchbook, opened to the fourth page.

Another grotesque portrait.

"Which student is this idly drawing a comic book here? Even adding notes to the comic."

Mu Qiu leaned closer: "Wow, more compliments for me? Let me take a look."

Zhao Yu: "I’ll read it to you, let everyone hear how fake this comment is——

Sometimes Teacher Xiao Qiu seems too gentle, we always worry she might get bullied, after all, she seems like such an easily deceived, innocent woman. Sorry, I can’t help it anymore, let me go vomit."

"...." Mu Qiu lowered her head, coughing a little, "Okay, maybe this comment’s a bit biased. Perhaps the student just likes me too much, hence views me through a filter."

"What kind of strong filter is that? A Bodhisattva Guanyin filter? Or a God filter?"

"Does it matter? These are clues, right? The only key opened a non-important person’s locker, leading us to this sketchbook.

In the drawings, they’re of me, so these sketches and captions must be clues about my identity. I’m curious to see why such a perfect character setting was designated as a civilian!"

With such an excellent character setup, even if not the lead, shouldn’t she at least have some important role? Could she not at least be the second female lead or third?

Why did she end up as a civilian who can’t use a monster card to massacre?!

She flipped through a few more pages in succession; each was similarly atrocious portraits, except the last page, which had a special painting aside from the character image.

So special that the two couldn’t understand it.

Thankfully, there was a small line of text below.

"It’s okay, Teacher Xiao Qiu, even if the man you saved harmed everyone, it doesn’t matter, you just wanted to save someone..."

Mu Qiu: "?"

What does it mean? Her supposedly perfect character turned out to be a love-struck fool and a jinx?

With no more clues in the sketchbook, Mu Qiu was eager to know her real character setting, tossing aside the sketchbook and starting to search for other key bracelets.

"There’s more than one dancer, so there must be more than one wearing a key bracelet. Other keys must be here."

"Not necessarily, maybe someone rushed out in a panic after leaving the training clothes here, losing the key outside."

"We can’t go out to sift through the ’corpses’ now, can we? Let’s search in here first."

Zhao Yu nodded, shaking out a few dance outfits tucked under her arm. The nameplate pinned on the chest was the only heavy thing on the clothes, otherwise nothing. She shook out several outfits, finding no key bracelet.

"There’s none here."

"I feel like there’s one here." Mu Qiu knelt on the floor, beckoning for her. Once she blocked her back, Mu Qiu leaned down and turned her head to look under the lockers.

It wasn’t clear inside; Zhao Yu handed her the walkie-talkie tied to her arm with the light on.

"How’s it?"

"There’s something."