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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 138 Some People Tear Down Their House to Rebuild

Old alley roof tiles, rain threads descending from the sky.

Despite the distance, Xu Qingyan could still clearly see her delicate and pretty eyebrows and eyes. His mind hadn't caught up yet, when those beautiful eyes had already pierced into his heart uninvited.

"Okay."

Xu Qingyan moved closer, Pei Muchan was slow to react. She instinctively tiptoed, stretching out her pale white hand to hold the umbrella higher, an action that was inexplicably goofy.

"No need to hold it so high, rain will blow in."

"Oh."

He folded his own black umbrella, flicked his wrist to shake off the rain, and then reached out his hand.

"Let me hold it."

"Okay."

As the umbrella handle changed hands, Xu Qingyan took it sturdily, instantly feeling the lingering warmth in his palm.

The two squeezed under one umbrella, their expressions unchanged. The alley wasn't too long; a single walk was enough time for him to think of all the related ancient poems and verses.