Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

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"Why?"

"There's no point in keeping in touch. We're just not from the same world, and talking can be quite exhausting," Xu Qingyan carefully guided her as they glided, his expression indifferently.

"But doesn't she really like you?" Lin Wanzhou's hands felt warm.

"I also really like money, yet I haven't gotten rich over these years," he joked, "I can't possibly be responsible for everyone who likes me, can I? People are complex. What she calls 'like' may just be a liking and nothing more."

"Is it possible that she just liked the me from college, maybe because I was living a hard life back then, and it triggered some protective instinct in her? But in reality, I am far from the person she imagines. Once she gets close, the bubble will burst."

"People love to deify others, but a god remains a god only when perched on a pedestal; once they step down, they're just clay figurines."

Xu Qingyan had intended to mention that she had already dated several boyfriends, but he couldn't say such things in front of cameras. So, he beat around the bush and said diplomatically.

"From the beginning, we could only be friends. She's smart too. She didn't confess, and we haven't been in touch for two or three years. Otherwise, we couldn't even have remained friends."

"Her countless hesitations are actually part of her rationale. What's past is past; there's no need to look back and create trouble for oneself."

"Oh, I see," Lin Wanzhou pursed her lips, looking serious, "After all, people are different."

"Huh?" Xu Qingyan looked confused, "I suppose so. That rumor had died down, and now it's resurfaced—I'm not sure if that's good or bad."

Meanwhile, in the rest area, Pei Muchan saw the post too but didn't scroll to the end. After reading most of it, she swiped out without much thought.

A young girl's affection, how nice it is to be young.

What was she doing when she was young? It seems she was either writing songs or evading the intrigues of the industry. In this circle, people step on each other with nasty tactics.

Backstabbing friends for media appearances is all too common; everyone is trying to climb up.

At noon, the typhoon showed no sign of weakening, still howling fiercely.

"Get in the car." Xu Qingyan slammed the car door shut and pulled out the seat belt.

The three women got into the car one after another. The engine roared, and the vehicle slowly headed towards the Love Cottage. Everyone was tired, and no one spoke as they got into the car, all resting.

Lin Wanzhou occasionally opened her eyes and through the rearview mirror, all she saw was Xu Qingyan driving in silence.

At Love Cottage, the four got out of the car. With a bang, the car door closed.

Nian Shuyu and Cui Ying lagged behind—their two pairs were the last to return. The four of them were the first back because they didn't lack camera footage, were a bit tired, and wanted to rest early.

Xu Qingyan looked down at the wet ground and raised his eyebrows, saying.

"This ground is all wet, and with the weather forecast predicting rain in the afternoon, we probably won't be able to shoot outdoors."

"Ah! Why is it like this?" Shen Jinyue looked disappointed.

Turning around, Xu Qingyan stopped at the door and swept her with a puzzled look, "Do you really want to go out and play that much?"

"Yes!" Shen Jinyue whined.

Hearing this, he teased her as usual.

"What's there to play? We won't go out in the afternoon, and Love Variety will end tomorrow. Let's say our goodbyes early, Shen Jinyue."

After saying that, he patted Shen Jinyue on the shoulder and left with a laugh.

Shen Jinyue stood there dazed, not reacting for a moment, her eyes vacant. Half a minute later, she lowered her head and started counting on her fingers, from one till six.

"It's the fourth, no, the sixth day," she murmured to herself, suddenly not feeling so happy anymore.

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"Damn it~ Damn it, this will be the death of me, thanks to Love Variety," You Zijun lay on the first-floor couch, his face filled with despair, and checked his phone for comments.

The comments were all about Brother Beam, the number one guy in Gotham, and the Ugly Emperor. Things like looking up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle—a sudden expression—restraint and ferocity all at once, the richest guy on Love Variety.

"Hahaha, it reminds me of domineering CEO stories. 'Girl, you're too young, I won't touch you (forcefully restraining myself), but if I find out you've fallen for someone else (suddenly fierce), I'll claim you immediately! (Passionate baritone)'"

"Damn, don't overdo it, I'm already at my wit's end."

He glanced at it and nearly blacked out from anger. This was fame he did not want; it was too embarrassing—a history of high-definition, uncensored ridicule.

He didn't want to look at the comments anymore; he was forever done with love.

Just as Xu Qingyan was going downstairs ready for dinner, You Zijun turned his head to glance at him and lifted his phone.

"Brother Xu, you're on the hot search again."

"Oh, just the hot search," Xu Qingyan didn't react much and leaned in to take a look, "Never seen this hot search before, so annoying, every day I'm on the hot search."

You Zijun: "....…"

This guy is really shameless, just looking at him makes me want to beat him up.

"Time to eat, let's eat." Xu Qingyan pulled You Zijun along, patting his shoulder, "You look like you've lost your appetite, got something on your mind?"

Hearing this, You Zijun hesitated.

"Damn, Brother Xu, can you not trend on the hot search so much? Us nobodies feel a lot of pressure, you know."

"Can't do that, oh brother You, there are three things in this world that cannot be hidden," Xu Qingyan continued to spout nonsense to You Zijun, his peripheral vision catching Bai Jinze coming downstairs too.

"A cough, talent, and traitors."

"That doesn't sound right, it's different from the version I heard," You Zijun said with a puzzled face.

"Read more books, follow fewer hot searches, all that stuff is fake. The waters are too deep, you can't handle it," Xu Qingyan hooked You Zijun's back with his arm and started walking him away.

All the while still muttering, not even trying to lower his voice.

"Do you think your Brother Bai doesn't like us? He doesn't even talk to us."

Bai Jinze: "????"

During lunch, Xu Qingyan flipped through the hot search and found most of the comments too distasteful to look at. They were either insulting him or dragging him down, not a single positive one.

After thinking it over, he composed his first Weibo post ever.

"Newbie to the music scene, wrote a couple of little songs, just practice. Some aren't ready to see the world, but will meet you all soon."

Then after a smattering of images, a twenty renminbi off takeout coupon and a fifteen renminbi off takeout coupon.

The post had just gone out when the comments started flooding in, making Xu Qingyan so startled that he immediately turned off both private messages and comments. He had not responded to last night's post incident, instead deliberately making a post similar to a publicity stunt.

No response wanted, too much hassle.

Come on, sister, you've got a boyfriend already, what's there to respond to?

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Although Jiang Yunyao was genuinely nice, the same old phrase still applied—great as friends. Once anything else got involved, just think of the fate of her current boyfriend and you'd know.

Some people are born into wealth and place greater value on emotional worth. Their hearts follow their whims, yearning for a love as pure as mist, but they can't handle the reality when it strikes.

White moonlight and staple white rice, cinnabar moles and mosquito blood—these are all things those kind of people come up with.

For some who are barely able to afford their meals, love? Fuck that twisted love! Having someone by your side is already great, coming home to a hot meal and a warm cup of tea is perfection.

The Xu Qingyan that Jiang Yunyao liked was worlds apart from the real one, so a response was pointless.

The wise do not fall in love, the foolish do not fear death.

Below in the comment section, some were mentioning @Jiang Yunyao, others were outright cursing him for publicity stunts, and yet others were completely overwhelmed by the sight of the no-threshold takeout coupons. Instantly, the comments erupted into a cacophony of abuse.

Xu Qingyan didn't look, just exited the app right away.

In the afternoon, as expected, a light rain began to fall.

There was no chance for a sunset bike ride now, at best one could walk outside with an umbrella, or shoot some other indoor activity. Xu Qingyan was in a good mood, the workday was almost over.

This moment was second only to those Thursday afternoons back in high school when the teacher had announced beforehand that Friday would be a half-day.

"You seem pretty happy?" Shen Jinyue's voice emerged from behind him.

"Hm? And why not?" Xu Qingyan turned to look at her, noticing that it was just him and Shen Jinyue in the living room on the first floor, the other guests had not come down yet.

"Hmph! When this love reality show is over, you won't be able to play with me anymore!" Shen Jinyue crossed her arms and turned away, "Even if you message me, I won't answer you!"

"Is that so? What good news," he said.

"Xu Qingyan!!!" Shen Jinyue got angry, or at least pretended to be, "You'll regret this, just wait, I'll pay someone to beat you up."

"You might as well give me the money, I can do it myself," Xu Qingyan remained completely nonchalant, standing with his hands on his hips for a moment before flopping back onto the sofa.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"I'm going to tell Sister Pei you're bullying me!!"

"Mm-hmm," Xu Qingyan nodded, opening up his composition lesson.

"And you're studying right in front of me, you really don't take me seriously!" Shen Jinyue was blushing with anger, yet she realized her words seemed to carry no weight.

The afternoon activity was a sofa cocktail party, which nearly scared Xu Qingyan to death. Luckily, they could choose their own drinks.

So, Pei Muchan ended up with the only milk-based beverage in the place. He didn't go anywhere else, just sat next to Pei Muchan watching her, making sure she wouldn't touch the alcohol.

Nothing scared him more than a drunken Pei Muchan, who was liable to say anything and everything.

Actual truths were no big deal, but the random nonsense was another story.

As the love reality show approached a perfect end, the last thing he needed was to blow things up himself; his heart just couldn't handle that.