Miss Witch, even if we're poor, we can't sell ourselves!

Lucid Dream sat down on the wooden floor of the dance studio, leaning against the mirrored wall, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders.

"Show me a short dance first."

She raised her hand, gesturing for her teammates in the corner to move aside, making room for Mi Ye in the center.

The light fell on the light-colored wood grain, and the entire dance studio suddenly became so quiet that only the sound of one's own breathing could be heard.

Miya stood in the center, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt, tightening and loosening them, her heart pounding.

Why do they have to dance in front of so many people right from the start, and without any accompaniment?

She took a deep breath and resignedly closed her eyes.

I recalled a popular otaku dance from my past life.

So he tapped the floor twice with his right foot to find his rhythm.

Then she spoke.

The clear, bright voice, without any accompaniment, burst directly into the quiet of the dance studio.

The crisp sound of the white sneakers on the wooden floor created a rhythmic, unique percussion effect.

Meanwhile, the idols in the corner sat up straight one by one.

Lucid Dream's usually half-closed gray eyes widened suddenly. As a professional dance instructor who had led four or five debut groups, she realized from the very first eight beats of Mi Ye's dance that this was not just a casual gesture.

The trajectory of the wrist flip, the connection of the foot movements, the rhythm of the body's center of gravity shifting between the left and right feet—everything was so perfect.

What surprised her even more was that the child in front of her was singing while jumping.

She sang with her real voice, not the kind of lip-syncing commonly used in the idol industry. Her breath control and dance moves were perfectly synchronized, with not a single moment out of sync.

Whose newlyweds are singing and dancing a cappella?

This must be Hoshimachi coming here to tease me.

Miya didn't see Lucid Dream's expression, after all, she had her eyes closed, shutting out all her tension and shyness, and all she could hear was the melody she was singing and the rhythm of her feet on the wooden floor.

She felt her movements becoming smoother and smoother, and the dormant memories in her muscles were gradually awakened.

The range of wrist rotation, which foot the weight falls on when spinning, and the freeze-frame in the chorus that needs to be timed perfectly on the downbeat.

She had practiced the dance countless times in front of the screen in her previous life, and her body remembered it.

Just as she finally decided to open her eyes, the chorus began.

Adorable honey-colored eyes met Lucid Dream's gaze directly.

The back of the lucid dreamer unconsciously moved away from the mirror wall and leaned slightly forward.

She stared into those eyes, and a scene flashed through her mind—the scene of Mayo singing at the Kohaku Uta Gassen (Red and White Song Battle).

Miya's slightly damp, wispy hair clung to her forehead, and her blue ribbon hair clip gleamed softly under the light, but nothing could diminish the sparkling light in her eyes.

And when the last note falls.

She was slightly out of breath, a thin layer of sweat on her forehead, her arm still hanging in mid-air for a moment before slowly lowering it back to her side.

Her chest was heaving, but she wasn't so tired that she couldn't get up after lying down. This was all thanks to her excellent physique and agility, as well as the training that Teacher Bie Chenye had her do in the back mountain.

After a brief silence, applause erupted from all directions.

The idols in the corner no longer cared about the rules of seniority; a little witch with a bun hairstyle was shaking her teammate's arms vigorously with both hands.

"Did you see that? She's singing live!!"

"Where is this song from? I've never heard it before."

"It can't be something you created yourself."

"Absolutely fried fish."

"What kind of weirdly talented rookie is this?!"

Meanwhile, chaos erupted outside the door.

If Miya turned her head at this moment, she would see Rakuna pressed against the glass window, her nose pressed into a small white mark, her white ahoge swaying like a dog's tail, muttering something about an interesting little witch, and finally even running to the door to peek.

Qinyin tugged at her clothes from behind to prevent her from rushing in, but she herself was also enjoying the view, tiptoeing over Lenai's shoulder to peek inside.

Lucid Dream didn't say anything, but simply stood up from the ground, walked to Mi Ye, and remained silent for a long while.

Mi Ye looked up at her, her bangs damp with sweat plastered to her forehead, her breathing not yet fully calmed, her eyes filled with excitement and a hint of anticipation.

Lucid Dream reached out and patted her shoulder with a smile.

"You really haven't learned to dance? Even though it's a very simple type of otaku dance, you danced it really well."

After saying that, she turned around and pushed open the door to the dance studio.

Before the idols outside could disperse, Lena almost stumbled inside, but Kotone quickly grabbed her by the back of her collar.

Lucid Dream ignored them and walked straight to Hoshimachi, who was standing against the wall.

"With her singing and dancing skills and that face, there are few people in the industry who can beat her. She can sing and dance a cappella without missing a beat or going off-key. The moves are her own original choreography. I've never seen such moves in all my years in the industry."

"Hey, are you deliberately showing off here? This kind of difficulty level takes beginners six months to master, and she does it with ease. Tell me, where did you dig that up? Did you pick it up from the roadside? Did it fall from the sky?"

I'm really curious about lucid dreaming.

Xingjie leaned against the corridor wall, twirling her car keys in her hand. Her dark blue high ponytail swayed behind her head, and it was really hard for her to suppress the corners of her mouth.

She had also watched the whole thing through the glass window in the door, and her gaze hadn't left the moment Mi Ye closed her eyes and stepped to the first beat.

Her judgment was absolutely correct. These two little witches on the radio station could definitely revolutionize the entire idol industry, just like she had spotted Kaede and the others at first glance back then.

I found it online.

Hoshimachi put the car keys into his pocket, his tone carrying an undisguised pride, and the upturned corners of his mouth looked smug no matter how you looked at it.

"She felt inadequate while changing clothes, but you saw the result."

Upon hearing this, Lucid Dream leaned against the corridor wall, looked up at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh.

There were too many unspeakable things in that sigh.

Having practiced for over a decade to finally stand in the center position, and now this newcomer who blows the entire room away the first time she enters the dance studio—is this what they call a natural talent?