Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

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"Qing Tian," won't such a song title be too simple, it's another full-platform single release. I'm really worried about Sister Pei, isn't it easy to bomb with such a situation?

As time drew closer to six o'clock, Zhou Lili really wanted to say something. But after tapping more than two hundred characters, she realized she couldn't even convince herself.

What if Sister Pei slips up again or if it goes completely cold and bombs? It might be very difficult to see her pick herself up after that, and she might actually retire like those ruthless music critics say.

Suddenly, the chat group began to explode with messages.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Sister Pei is number one in the world!!"

She laughed, deleted her mini-essay, and joined in the frenzy of messages. It was as if doing this in the few minutes before the release of the new song could really bring about a miracle.

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Xu Qingyan was sitting in the backseat of a ride-hailing car, with the long daylight of summer, it was nearly six o'clock, yet the sky was still pale.

The driver looked to be in his late twenties, had been rather talkative at first, but fell silent after Xu Qingyan sleepily used a twelve yuan coupon.

However, the driver was sensible enough, muttered a couple of curses about the platform, and then let it go.

As six o'clock arrived, Xu Qingyan leaning on the backseat of the car, typed "Qing Tian" into the search bar of some penguin music app, then hit the search button.

The connection in the car was slow, and the screen kept spinning.

About a minute later, "Qing Tian" finally refreshed on the screen, and without hesitation, he tapped to enter. The screen transitioned, popping up an image of a turntable.

It bore the profile picture of Pei Muchan, with a large banyan tree outside a classroom window in the background. The sky was leisurely blue with white clouds, depicting the sweltering afternoon of a clear day.

The clear guitar prelude slowly began to play, the classic 4323, and Pei Muchan's voice started to float inside the enclosed car.

"The little yellow flower of the story that has been floating around since the year it was born."

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The air conditioning blew as the scenery and traffic outside the window gradually moved backward, departing slowly onto a bridge across the river. An orange sunset hung in the sky, the sun as red as a runny yolk.

The song flowed gently, painting a picture of a rainy day throughout, yet it couldn't help but remind people of last summer, a clear sky, and drifting white clouds.

Qing Tian was no longer just a type of weather, but a feeling of first love.

The driver looked up, glanced at Xu Qingyan in the backseat through the rear-view mirror, opened his mouth as if to say something, but the song was still continuing, so he didn't speak.

Halfway through the song, Xu Qingyan promptly hit pause, intending to check if there were any front-row comments to hop on.

"Cough cough, why did you stop it?" the driver suddenly asked, his expression twisted, "Uh... does this song cost money?"

"Yes, you can listen if you're a member, and you have to purchase the single to download the high-quality version," Xu Qingyan explained, looking down, securing a spot in the front row of the comment section.

[Pure passerby, the singer's a bit unpopular, not recognized. Objectively speaking, the singing is okay, but lacks emotional resonance. Maybe it's due to shallow life experience, if the singer really wants to develop, you can private message me, I can give you a heart-wrenching love affair to assist you in ascending to music deity status.]

"It's not that good actually, feels average," the driver said, holding the steering wheel and glancing at him again through the interior mirror, "Just finish playing it."

"What?" Xu Qingyan was refreshing the comment section, wanting to see how many people had listened. Just a few seconds passed, and suddenly there were hundreds more comments.

Most were Pei Muchan's fans, with some passersby commenting that the intro was nice. There were bad reviews too, a torrent of criticism, but at least it wasn't ignored.

The opening was mediocre, and with her own popularity, it was too early to tell what might happen. It was still a case of wait and see.

"That song, the one about wind and rain, finish playing it," the driver pressed again, "Who plays only half a song?"

"To keep playing it costs money. I'm not a member, so two yuan seems expensive," Xu Qingyan said, while scrolling through the comments on "Qing Tian" and shamelessly lying without any guilt.

He had already bought it, but was just bored and being a bit mischievous.

"Two yuan isn't too bad, with this one trip I can buy five songs," the driver chuckled, perhaps self-mockingly, "What isn't expensive these days..."

Xu Qingyan grunted in response, unsure of what the driver wanted to say, and simply looked down to send a WeChat message to Pei Muchan.

"I'm almost there."

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Pei Muchan took half a minute to respond, "I've arrived at the drop-off location, coming down now, stopping at the west gate."

"Okay."

As they were about to reach the destination, the driver glanced at him a few times, "Hey, handsome, what was the name of the song you just played?"

Xu Qingyan was ready to get out of the car and smiled upon hearing the question, "'Qing Tian,' clear weather 'Qing.'"

By the curb, the driver hurried off, and the sky had already darkened.

Dragging his luggage, he stood at the west gate of the park, a new technology park not too far from the school and commercial streets, seemingly occupying a sizable area.

The security booth was small, its light not very bright, standing alone there. One of the barriers appeared to have been bent from being hit, perfect for a horror movie set.

Could you really run a studio in this place? It was obviously a bit shabby, hard to reconcile with the Pei Muchan who'd offered "Qing Tian" for 1.2 million from Xu Qingyan's memory.

Could she really be struggling that much, the downturn of the little diva that apparent?

In the hazy night, a figure slowly emerged, looking like Pei Muchan. They met, and though half a month had passed, she seemed to have slimmed down quite a bit.

Pei Muchan wore a plain dress, hiding her graceful figure, and as she moved, the fabric occasionally clung, showing the curves of her body. Her face was free of makeup, and her hair was casually twisted with a wooden hairpin inserted.

"Have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just got here." Xu Qingyan dragged his luggage towards her, "How's the data on the new song? The driver was even asking me what that song you sang was called."

"Still not sure about it, let's wait and see," Pei Muchan said, her tone not quite steady, turning to walk with him into the deeper parts of the park, past the dim security booth.

"The light at the entrance has been broken for a few days, just dragging on with no one coming to fix it."

"Don't you complain?"

"Forget it, the rent is cheap," the little diva sighed.

Fortunately, the lights inside the park were quite bright, not as dim as the outside, at least every path was well lit. The wheels of the luggage buzzed, breaking the dampness of the summer night.

"So poor, yet you dared to open with a price of 1.2 million back when we were negotiating?" Xu Qingyan couldn't understand.

"Just sell a house, and there's money," she turned and said.

Xu Qingyan: "....."

Truly fucking ruthless, forgetting that these rich folks all like to hoard houses, dammit. No cash in hand ≠ no assets. Life really is full of inequalities.

"Did you just say you didn't have any?"

"What?" Xu Qingyan was still a bit distracted.

"The song name," the little diva slightly tilted her head, casting him a quick glance, "When he asked you for the song title, you wouldn't have purposely kept it hidden, would you?"

"Of course not, I'm not that kind of person." Xu Qingyan coughed slightly, his voice clear, "So... in which direction is your studio? I'm afraid I'll get lost tomorrow."

Pei Muchan laughed, not answering, but instead said.

"Speaking of which, just before I left, I saw a comment on Penguin Music with a lot of likes, over eight hundred in just a few minutes. I wonder who wrote it."

"Haha, really? There are comments like that?" Xu Qingyan felt a bit guilty, "I use Seadog Music, a pity I didn't see any standout comments."

Pei Muchan pressed her lips together in a smile: "Mhm."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The night gently enveloped Xinghai City.

In her room, Zhou Lili squatted on her computer chair, her eyes glued to the playback progress bar as it looped to the end again. She couldn't help but swallow, trembling as she turned off the loop.

The song... This song was amazing, better than most of the songs she had heard before. Pei Muchan's gentle voice paired with this song's melody and lyrics... Outstanding!

She shivered with excitement, her expression impassioned as she shared the song with her dorm group.