Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Enjoy the last of your time, for once you're off the romance show, Xu Qingyan, you're nothing.

The posts were almost all in defense of Xu Qingyan, presenting evidence of how incredibly busy he is with part-time jobs, leaving no time for love.

As Bai Jinze scrolled through, he occasionally looked up at Xu Qingyan, who was hand-in-hand with Pei Muchan ice skating, and sneered inwardly. A pauper will always be a pauper, living such a hard life.

If blame must be assigned, curse the cruel fate. Worthless parents. Next life, choose a better birth.

I must've been possessed, earning in a month more than he could in fifty years, there's absolutely no need to be upset with someone from the lower social strata. A beggar trying to climb high on a love show, striving his entire life and still unable to afford four dishes.

A smile curved on his lips as he continued scrolling, but suddenly he noticed something amiss. The blogger seemed to be a girl, and she seemed a bit...

"I can't slide anymore, I'm exhausted," Shen Jinyue collapsed next to Lin Wanzhou and looked up to see her swiping on her phone, "Why aren't you skating?" Continue your adventure at m|v-l'e -NovelBin.net

"Oh, I'm waiting for someone," Lin Wanzhou's gaze remained fixed on her phone screen.

"Who?"

"Xu Qingyan, he said he would teach me to skate in a bit," she replied without looking up, fingers gliding across the screen, not even glancing at Shen Jinyue.

"Huh? Didn't I just teach you?" Shen Jinyue looked puzzled.

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"Then I'll teach you again, it's really simple, you just need to..." Shen Jinyue continued babbling but got interrupted by Lin Wanzhou in time.

"You're tired, take a break."

"Okay, you're actually quite nice, Sister Zhou Zhou," Shen Jinyue beamed and, without taking off her shoes, flipped over to sit on a higher platform for resting.

Lin Wanzhou scrolled down, suddenly realizing that the author of the post was not just a girl, but also seemed to like Xu Qingyan, with every line brimming with emotion.

At first, it had been simple, straightforward narration.

For example, at a certain time, he was always working at some place, attending classes at this time, returning to the dormitory at that time. But as the pictures became more frequent, the blogger appeared to become more emotional.

The words had less description and more depiction.

"The place he works is crowded, but I still spotted him in the crowd instantly. At that moment I realized I might have a superpower, being a Sailor Moon on earth, haha!" [attached photo]

"He skips class almost every day, I have to substitute for him again, his seat is empty." [photo]

"The dormitory building closes at eleven o'clock, he said he was catching the last bus. I waited under his dormitory building until eleven, and in the last five minutes, I couldn't help but hide."

"Went to the place where he works on the weekend to see him, he was squatting on the ground smoking, his eyes full of bloodshot veins. I annoyed him for a long time and got a few rare photos together." [couple photo]

"My roommate said I'm obsessed and told me to try dating a boyfriend. I did, and strangely I felt nothing when I met the other person, but when I realized I bought milk tea named 'Taste Qing', my face instantly flushed red. Haha, that guy thought I had feelings for him, it was too embarrassing to explain." [milk tea photo]

The comments shifted from neutral to fangirling, urging the blogger to post updates rapidly, with a flood of comments pressing for more updates.

"Never thought I'd find fodder for fangirling in a whitewashing post, life's so damn hard."

"I don't care whether it's whitewashing or not, blogger, update quickly, I'm surviving work today on your digital sugar alone! If I don't see an update in half an hour, I'll go crazy!"

Seemingly spurred by the encouragement, the blogger began to post lengthy updates in the comments section. Lin Wanzhou got a bit annoyed scrolling through as the comments were too many and couldn't be searched.

Despite this, she still didn't want to skip any. With gritted teeth, she scrolled down bit by bit until she found another update from the blogger.

"Sent him chocolates for Christmas, he was still working part-time, traveled ten subway stations to the city to give them to him. I was almost frozen crazy, huddling in the back kitchen to warm up." [photo]

"It snowed, and he finally wasn't busy due to a mandatory class for all students at school. On the way from the library to the dormitory, I gave him the exam topics, he's so smart, he memorized them just by reading through." [candid photo of him and a snowman on the side of the road]

"It snowed, and our shadows overlapped under the street light, don't they look like a pair of kissing lovers in love? I secretly took a picture, undetected, hehe." [shadow photo]

"Someone was confessing by the artificial lake, all the people in the dorm went to see, the guy's profile looked a bit like him. Almost scared me to death, thankfully it was just a false alarm." [artificial lake photo]

"All my roommates have gotten into relationships, telling me to also find a boyfriend. I've decided to seriously pursue one. He asked me to sign him in, and then stood up my date."

"So annoying, all my roommates say it's impossible for us to end up together, because he has no money. But I want to say I have money, and I got mocked severely."

"In my third year, I hardly ever see him, he's skipping class more and more often. The Economic Law teacher got very angry, threatening to fail him, and I quietly pleaded for leniency on his behalf, my roommates all called me silly."

"Graduate entrance exams are so hard, haven't seen him for a week. Heard he got into a fight outside, nearly killed someone, it must be because someone bullied him."

"Saw him again, luckily he wasn't punished, he only failed one subject, I don't know how he did it. It's amazing, I wish he could take the grad exams for me, or better yet, with me."

The posts kept coming more and more frequently, the blogger no longer posted photos, seemingly because the meetings had become rarer, running out of stock to share.