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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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#BEAUTY
#LIGHTNOVEL
#FACESLAPPING
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#SHOWBIZ
#BIGSHOT
#WARM
#QI

Chapter 125 Can I endure this grievance? Just Earned 300,000

Noon, in the arrangement studio.

Xu Qingyan was checking over the sheet music he had painstakingly transcribed. The music for "What I Miss" had finally taken shape, which meant that he had initially mastered the ability to transcribe music.

Although he had relied on a little outside help, it didn't matter.

After triple-checking that everything was correct, he played it safe. Instead of sending it directly to Lin Wanzhou's team's email, he sent it to her personal email.

The email sank like a stone in the ocean; there was still no response from Lin Wanzhou.

The number on his Weibo account still stubbornly stuck at 99+, which Xu Qingyan had never clicked to view. Glancing at the time, he estimated he'd have the afternoon free to look for apartments.

The luxury complex was nice, but with limited funds in hand, it was just a temporary refuge. He'd look for his own place once he got paid; borrowing a car wasn't a problem, but he couldn't really overstay his welcome at someone's home.