Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

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"Hehe, I want a feast!"

"Dream on, I'll just get you a kid's meal." Xu Qingyan staggered out the door, playing with his phone, yawning with his hand covering his mouth, "The typhoon's gone. Why's there still a wind blowing today."

In front of the show's cameras, each of them had a stick of deep-fried dough, sitting at a small food stall.

Xu Qingyan stubbornly refused to buy soy milk for six yuan, claiming that even in an apocalypse, soy milk couldn't sell for six yuan. In the end, reluctantly and with much dismay, he bought Shen Jinyue a cup.

Damn it, what a rip-off, Somali prices.

On the way back, Shen Jinyue saw Xu Qingyan's pained expression, as if the words "I've been ripped off" were written all over his face.

"Are you unhappy?"

"No, I just don't ever want to come back to this damn island." Xu Qingyan sounded desolate, "It's a real rip-off, a soy milk machine costs only about a hundred yuan, right?"

Shen Jinyue hesitated, "Do you want me to..."

"No need."

"Oh." Shen Jinyue remembered her mother saying good friends don't take advantage, and after some thought, she asked, "Xu Qingyan, would you take advantage of me?"

"What?" He was fiddling with his phone and didn't hear her clearly.

"Would you take advantage of me?" She ran up in front of him and looked up at him.

Xu Qingyan glanced at her. Although Shen's figure was indeed not bad, how could such things be said out loud? Even if a knife were at his neck, there would always be only one answer.

"Of course not."

"Hehe, you really are good..."

"Stop right there, that's not something you just blurt out." Xu Qingyan quickly walked away, la-la-la not listening, the words had no effect if he steered clear of the "spell."

At the entrance of the Love Nest, Xu Qingyan bumped into Pei Muchan who had just returned from a run.

After exchanging greetings, they chatted briefly. Suddenly feeling that a few sentences wouldn't cover their conversation, they sat down side by side on the steps of the small garden at the entrance.

"Did you give them the score on Lin Wanzhou's side?" Pei Muchan casually asked, gathering her stray bangs and tucking them behind her ear with two fingers.

"No." He was somewhat bewildered, replying, "You know I'm not good at transcribing music. It might take some time before we can get the score. Why, what's up?"

"I suggest you get the score ready sooner. It's really inconvenient to ask me for such things." Pei Muchan hesitated for a moment, then leaned in closer to him and lowered her voice.

"Don't go to others either, to avoid trouble. You can directly ask Lin Wanzhou to help you get the score as soon as possible. Now that Love Variety is done, they can finish the recording earlier, too."

"Release at the same time?" Xu Qingyan hesitated for a moment, "That wouldn't be good for you. I feel like there's no issue if they are a bit slower on their end."

"I've asked about it, and they said it's fine to provide the score within half a month."

First of all, he himself needed some time to figure out the transcribing. After all, he couldn't always rely on others. It's not possible to want to make money without being willing to learn, there's no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

Although having the two fresh off Love Variety, with both "Qing Tian" and "The One I Miss," compete on the charts could maximize clout.

But Xu Qingyan was clear that neither side knew the quality of the other's song. Staggering the releases had its merits: one could test the waters first, and two, it could prevent clashing.

If the market doesn't buy into "Qing Tian's" style, then he could switch songs for Pei Muchan, also giving a rough idea of the expected sales data for Lin Wanzhou's side.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

When it comes to money, he might not have much, but he's certainly not short on songs. If market feedback is poor, then he could switch to a batch of different style songs, leading the way by respecting market trends. Your journey continues with mvl

It would be a beneficial move for both Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou.

"I don't mind. Let's have the contest." Pei Muchan glanced at him, seeming a bit unhappy, "Do you think... I can't win?"

"That's not what I mean, let me think about this." Xu Qingyan pondered for a moment and did not immediately agree, "I'll check it out and let you know later."

Pei Muchan just hummed and didn't say anything more.

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The summer breeze wafted by, laden with a tinge of melancholy.

By nine-thirty in the morning, everyone had been gathered in the living room on the first floor.

After greeting Lin Wanzhou, Xu Qingyan quietly took a seat, his heart brimming with anticipation. Despite just getting swindled out of six bucks, his mood remained cheerful.

Lin Wanzhou could tell he was in a good mood and after a moment of thought, decided to probe.

"Any progress on the score?"

"It's almost there." Xu Qingyan blatantly lied, feeling the peculiar satisfaction of claiming a new document was nearly finished," Why, you need it urgently?"

"No, Sister Yun said there's no rush, just to have it ready by next month." Lin Wanzhou pursed her lips, furtively glancing left and right, then typed out a message on her phone and showed it to him.

"Sister Yun wants me to terminate the contract with the company early, which expires the month after next. But the company disagrees, and negotiations are ongoing. Sister Yun said if the contract can't be ended early, we won't release the album for now."

Xu Qingyan read it and nodded.

"I see, that's fine then. I'm not too clear on these matters, but no matter where you go, just contact me directly if you need anything."

"Sure." Lin Wanzhou smiled.

The staff member, arriving belatedly, announced the rules related to the revelation of identity cards.

"Everyone will receive a small box, which contains your identity card, either a Love Hunter or a Money Hunter. Those who form a romantic couple will exchange their identity cards face to face."

As soon as the words were spoken, You Zijun and Nian Shuyu, one pair, became tense, while the rest of the group remained calm. The love-themed reality show had reached a point where it was becoming quite the ordeal.

There were eight remaining guests, five female and three male.

Xu Qingyan's identity had been practically public, making no effort to hide it, and had been playing the game openly since the middle of the show. Therefore, Pei Muchan's identity card was no longer important.

After all, whoever ended up with the Money Hunter card would inevitably lose in the end.

Lin Wanzhou didn't need to guess. As a latecomer guest, her goal had always been clear. Whatever identity card it was, it didn't matter now; it was just to have some fun at the final reveal.

Cui Ying... a staff member of the show, held the Money Hunter card just like Xu Qingyan. The audience was unaware, and when guessing cards, they still bet on Cui Ying, little did they know it was the house that wins all.

The only ones with any suspense were actually just four people, You Zijun, who could blow bubbles, the simple-minded Shen Jinyue who could make one forget she was an internet celebrity blogger, Nian Shuyu who had an inherent aura of heartbreak, and Liu Renzhi with his double-door physique.

The selection of couples began, requiring male guests to personally invite the women they fancied to form a couple, and to exchange the boxes with their identities on camera in the end.

Xu Qingyan didn't hesitate at all, heading straight for Pei Muchan. Even though the show had cast him as the universally despised one, he wasn't foolish.

Acting by the script to get paid, enduring revilement as work. Firmly choosing Pei Muchan without wavering would at least spare him from being labeled a scumbag of love-themed reality shows.

This was the final scene, and after this, it was time to clock out.

Pei Muchan naturally agreed, and the two left the living room side by side to head to the specified area in the Love Cabin to exchange identity cards as per the show's requirements.

Lin Wanzhou sat on the sofa, and even though she knew there wasn't much between Xu Qingyan and Pei Muchan, she still felt somewhat suffocated.

Resting her head on her hand, she stared out at the rare clear skies outside the window, her mind a mess.

Liu Renzhi, unsurprisingly, chose Nian Shuyu, and the two also left side by side, leaving You Zijun alone in the living room.

Standing there, he swallowed hard as he looked at the small box in his hand. His gaze shifted between Cui Ying and the solitary figures of Lin Wanzhou and Shen Jinyue, indecisive.

Although You Zijun didn't consider himself the sharpest tool in the shed, his sixth sense told him something was off with Cui Ying. Six or seven parts out of ten didn't seem right.

Choosing her would definitely mean defeat.

But if he didn't pick Cui Ying, he could only put his hopes on Shen Jinyue or Lin Wanzhou. However, when his gaze lingered on Lin Wanzhou, he was startled by her brooding look.

Cursing silently in his mind, he didn't dare provoke Lin Wanzhou, leaving him with just one last option...