Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Bai Jinze still didn't realize he had alienated everyone and felt somewhat depressed.

Just getting off the car, he noticed Shen Jinyue looking at him strangely, as if pitying a weakling, which made Bai Jinze's skin crawl, thinking to himself, "Freaking psycho."

It was already the last day of the reality show, and Bai Jinze had completely lost hope. He just wanted to get it over with and leave this boring romance show as soon as possible.

No more pretending; it was time to lay his cards on the table.

Xu Qingyan hadn't destroyed the set, but continuing on the show was just further humiliation for him.

"Let's go, what are we still waiting for?"

"Oh, coming!" Shen Jinyue hurried over, wanting to get onto the ice rink before Xu Qingyan, "Hmm, I'll have you know I'm quite good at skating!"

"Oh really, that's impressive." Xu Qingyan didn't even want to argue with the idiot anymore, afraid it would drag his IQ down to the same level.

The two of them entered the ice rink one after the other, chatting and laughing. Bai Jinze was alone, trailing far behind, feeling oddly heartbroken as he watched their solitary figures.

The ice rink was spacious and finely decorated, seemingly brand new.

Warm yellow lights hung from the ceiling, casting fashionably romantic reflections on the white ice. The second-floor stands were expansive, with green plants filling every gap.

"The ice rink is huge." Liu Renzhi said.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Nian Shuyu was already changing her shoes. There were a total of nine guests, and the production team had added two more female guests after some shuffling. Yet in the end, they were still left with nine.

The group clearly had formed small cliques, with the cameras mostly focused on the four people around Xu Qingyan.

Who doesn't like watching two little divas skate? Who would prefer to watch a little male star? If it were a male diva, perhaps there'd be a niche audience interested.

You Zijun also had it rough, ending up in the same group with Cui Ying.

This girl was a trembling intern, almost invisible in the director's team, ordered about, made to work hard, and scolded at the slightest mistake.

But since she became an undercover guest, the working girl let her true self fly free.

Cursing out the audience in a late-night livestream, drag racing on streets—she had certainly unleashed her true nature. Between shining and warming, she chose to go mad, just not as abstractly as Xu Qingyan.

Ever since that time she cursed people out during the fourth day of filming in a midnight livestream, her popularity had exploded a little; she managed to gather quite the fanbase in just two days.

Too bad fans can't be cashed in, unless she quits.

She was still under a labor contract with the director's team, working as an intern without salary, only taking subsidies. The more she thought about it, the angrier Cui Ying became. .net

You Zijun, looking at the ice, couldn't help but go pale and swallowed hard. Then, glancing at Cui Ying, he shivered and said,

"I can't skate, my balance has always been bad, and I can't even ride a bike."

"No worries, I can." Cui Ying looked up and glanced at him reassuringly.

On Nian Shuyu's side, both seemed not very adept at skating, cautiously supporting each other on the ice. The camera panned over them as they struggled to skate without falling.

Xu Qingyan only needed to support Pei Muchan for a bit, Lin Wanzhou was led by Shen Jinyue, and in fact, Pei Muchan did have some basics.

"Little Brother Bai, you don't look too good. Can't you skate?" He slithered over to Bai Jinze, like a snake.

Bai Jinze's face changed; he didn't want to look clumsy in front of the camera. Girls still had a mysterious longing for ice skating. It didn't matter if the romance show flopped, but he couldn't let his image collapse.

"Stop talking nonsense; so what if you can skate! It's just that I haven't skated in a long time, just trying to get a feel for it, that's all."

"Oh really? When did Little Brother Bai learn, and have you skated with any sisters?" Xu Qingyan teased him, circling him non-stop.

"No! Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Jinze retorted, "I may have never been in love, but I know the most basic manners a guy should have are chivalry and warmth, get it?"

"Chivalry ranks behind dogs, a warm guy?" Xu Qingyan sneered, "It means nothing; the bootlickers have risen to the top while warm guys are still queuing at the back, they don't even get a seat at the table."

With that, he skated away.

Barrages of comments flooded the screen, scrolling in rows.

"Xu's blunt but has a point, warm guys really do rank behind dogs! Today I've played the fool again, watched the movie, had dinner, sent the goddess back to the dorm, and by the next day, the bootlicker had taken her down! Wuuuu!"

"Warm guys are worse than bootlickers, bluntly put they're just the eunuchs among bootlickers—useless even when they get the chance."

"As everyone knows, rich guy ＞ beer belly ＞ tough guy ＞ jock ＞ rapper ＞ quirky guy ＞ dog ＞ warm guy, don't feel bad, it's been tested many times."

Bai Jinze, feeling embarrassed and helplessly angry, could only watch Xu Qingyan interact with the girls. After skating a bit and noticing no cameras on him, he simply stopped and rested by the side.

Watching Xu Qingyan skillfully navigate amongst the girls ignited a jealous rage within him.

If the person doing all this were Ji Chen, he'd have nothing to say. But frustratingly, it was a nobody, a commoner. What on earth did they see in him?

No money, no status, just a poor loser. And still imitating others and writing songs, acting like he's some genius, putting on a show for the play of publicity.

He pulled out his phone and glanced at it—the hot search bashing Xu Qingyan had all vanished. As if they had never… well, there was one post being bumped up.

Bai Jinze looked at the title "His classmate, Xu Qingyan, never dated in college," a white-washing post, and subconsciously wanted to scroll past it.

But then he thought, with nothing else to do, he might as well read it.

The internet buffered for a couple of seconds, and the post popped up. He didn't plan to look closely, just skimmed through it quickly, the more he read, the more he wanted to laugh— "Go to hell, you pauper."