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Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Would you play the universally disliked character in a romance reality show for a million? Xu Qingyan's answer is: Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to money. Being cursed and trending online, Xu Qingyan says it doesn't matter; after all, you can't abandon money for the sake of saving face, right? Director: "Don't feel any psychological burden." Xu Qingyan: "Director, I feel this line isn't mean enough." Director: "Don't worry, just let loose and act." Xu Qingyan: "No problem, Director. I'll act naturally, and show you what devotion means." ....... Xu Qingyan: You all see me messing around every day, but you don’t see my hardworking lifestyle, my late-night studies, or the way I kindly interact with others. You can't see it! Because I've never done it. Netizen: "What a satisfying read, time to be discharged from the hospital." ....... The rising pop princess, Lin Wanzhou, had a gap in her heart, a sorrowful little secret about an unrequited love. In the blink of an eye, the object of her affection was on a romance show, getting ambiguous with a rival she had once defeated. The washed-up pop princess, Mu Chan, initially wanted to just frustrate Lin Wanzhou, but didn't expect to get caught up... In the twenty-sixth spring of her life, she fell for someone, and could never let go since. May you be well, with a bright future ahead.

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Chapter 107: It snowed, so our shadows overlapped, this is the closest distance_3

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"He was always so busy, busy with life filled with part-time jobs and studying, there was no room for someone like me. Every time, I wanted to hire him, to offer him twenty thousand a month, just to make him stop."

"I'm really going to confess, winter is ending and graduation is coming soon, I'm running out of time..."

After she saw this comment, the story came to an abrupt halt.

Lin Wanzhou looked up, her gaze slightly annoyed, her fingers tightly gripping the edge of her phone. Raising her eyes little by little, Xu Qingyan was still ice-skating with Pei Muchan.

The two were gliding backward on the ice, with Pei Muchan closing her eyes in fright, clinging tightly to his hand.

She watched the two people on the ice, her gaze narrowing. She continued to scroll on her phone, swiping endlessly, with comments jumping and being passed by.

Ding-dong, a new comment from the blogger popped up.