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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 175: What Kind of Little Diva Harvester? Does This Person Have a Collecting Obsession? _2

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"What's my order of appearance?" Pei Muchan was a bit nervous.

"Fifth." Xu Qingyan couldn't help but want to laugh, "What's wrong? Weren't you all bluster when you came, saying you weren't nervous?"

"I'm not... not nervous." She pursed her lips.

Xu Qingyan just smiled and didn't speak. His gaze swept over the hem of her dress, catching sight of a black stocking extending inward, stirring up irresistible thoughts.

It wasn't that he had never seen Pei Muchan in black stockings; she would sometimes wear them around the studio. There were moments when he could see the tight band of her thigh-highs leaving a faint red mark on her lush thighs.

This had always been considered a staff privilege only he had access to, with no other hobbies to speak of, he loved going to work every day.

"Can I take first place?" she asked again, her fingers clenching and unclenching, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"You can," he said.