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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 178: Another Round of Bombshells, Lyrics and Compositions not Good at Stage Aesthetics are not Good Lyrics and Compositions

Lin Wanzhou: "Her votes stopped."

"Huh???" Xu Qingyan was somewhat confused. What did it mean by votes stopping? "Stopped, and then? How many votes in the end? I'm in the corridor and can't see."

"A little over four hundred, now slowly approaching five hundred."

Buzz!

In the bright stage corridor, Xu Qingyan leaned against the white wall, his fingers tapping on the phone screen. Seeing the message about a little over four hundred, a hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Five hundred votes could be disregarded, the final result wouldn't possibly be just over five hundred.

But the fact that the number of votes was stuck a little over four hundred and then slowly climbing was indeed puzzling. Generally speaking, votes would always rise to five hundred and then stagnate.

Afterwards, they would increase slowly, drip by drip, until all the hesitant votes in the audience's hands were cast.