Chapter 10: You Have an Allergy

Lin Lu leaned against the car window and softly asked Xu Yancheng, “Why hasn’t it finished playing yet?”
Xu Yancheng replied, “I set it to loop.”
Lin Lu was speechless.
“Then turn it off,” she said.
At moments like these, Xu Yancheng was easier to talk to, his sharp edges soothed.
He half-closed his eyes. “Don’t make noise. I’m exhausted.”
At that instant, the video’s sound abruptly stopped—the phone had run out of battery.
Lin Lu suddenly let out a laugh. “With your stamina, you really are just barely adequate.”
“Say that again?” Xu Yancheng’s eyes snapped open and he gritted his teeth. “Do you believe I’ll make it so you can’t walk later?”
Lin Lu darted away quickly, disappearing in no time.

When Yuan Ruoxia woke up in the morning, Lin Lu was still asleep.
Normally, Lin Lu was the most diligent, always the first to rise for practice.
It was getting late, so Yuan Ruoxia leaned over to wake her, only to catch sight of the red marks on Lin Lu’s collarbone.
Lin Lu was roused.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes, still a bit dazed.
“Lin Lu, you have an allergic reaction!” Yuan Ruoxia immediately brought over a mirror.

Lin Lu looked and, goodness, there were two marks on her collarbone and more on her chest.
Yuan Ruoxia laughed beside her. “Lucky we slept together last night—otherwise, people might think you were fooling around with some guy.”
Lin Lu grabbed the pillow beside her and tossed it at Yuan Ruoxia.
Yuan Ruoxia dodged with a grin, then watched as Lin Lu pulled back the covers to get out of bed.
“We both dance, but why haven’t I developed chest muscles?”
Lin Lu was speechless—that’s hardly chest muscle.
Yuan Ruoxia looked at her with envy. “I wish I was a busty girl like you.”
Lin Lu glanced down. “It’s not that big.”
It was just right, actually. It never felt cumbersome during practice and matched her figure well.
But right now it was a bit uncomfortable—maybe, last night, it had been pressed for too long…

These days, Tianyun had been vigorously promoting Su Yi’s joining; her advertisements were everywhere on the LED screens.
Tianyun even organized a fan festival for Su Yi, making quite a stir.
While rehearsing their dance, Huang Han said, “Forget all those flashy gimmicks. The stage is sacred—ultimately, it’s your skill that counts.”
During a break, Huang Han pulled Lin Lu aside. “Open your Weibo. The group will help you get verified. The competition is coming up, and you need some publicity. We may not be as high-profile as Tianyun, but we can’t lose in popularity.”
Lin Lu wiped her sweat and agreed.

Back in the dorm, Lin Lu thought it over, tidied up her old Weibo posts, set them to visible for only half a year, then posted a new update with some photos from her dance practice.

After submitting her Weibo for verification, she gained a surge of followers overnight.
The likes and comments under her post almost broke ten thousand.
Huang Han was surprised. “Lin Lu, you’ve got good traffic.”
Lin Lu had chosen her photos well; each one showed her beautiful and hardworking, radiating positive energy.
“I see plenty of celebrities are following you. Make sure to follow them back later,” Huang Han said, carefully checking Lin Lu’s followers and noticing names like Xu Mingchuan and Zhou Ruikang, sons of wealthy families.
Lin Lu nodded in agreement.
Huang Han patted her shoulder. “Your solo is choreographed beautifully, with all the details in place. When the competition comes, put your emotions into it and you’ll achieve something great.”
Huang Han didn’t voice her true thoughts, afraid it might affect Lin Lu’s mindset.
In fact, she had high hopes for this dance. She felt that as long as Lin Lu performed normally, she could absolutely win the solo championship.
If her state was particularly good, she might even astonish the whole audience.

The countdown to the competition began.
At that moment, Su Yi’s Weibo shot up to the trending list.