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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 188: Brainless Shen Jinyue, the Battlefield of Carnage Calls

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Editing Studio.

Zhao Guangzhi, an editor with five years of experience, tiredly turned on his computer at 9:41 am, and two messages from the client popped up on his phone.

"Overall, it feels pretty good, just change the music and it should be fine."

He glared at his nearly exploding screen, wishing he could give the client a new mother. Gritting his teeth, he hammered out a long string of greetings on the keyboard.

A minute later, he deleted it all and sent a cold reply.

"Okay, got it/Handshake!"

Half a day later, the client sent another message.

"Sigh, I can't quite put my finger on it, but it's missing a little something. If the editing teacher could add a touch of high-class flair, that would be great."

"Can't you speak human? High-class my ass..." He grimaced, having planned on watching a variety show after finishing work on Friday — "I Am the King of Songs" was broadcasting at 8 pm.