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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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192 Chs

Chapter 135: Are You Planning to Change Jobs?

Looking up, the temple was vast, its sacred image majestic.

White smoke floated around, with the crowded people lowering their eyes in compliance, murmuring quietly among themselves, queuing up and bowing their heads like ants.

The Great Compassion Vajra Bodhisattva looked down upon all beings, as mortals knelt upon the mountains and fields. The sounds of chanting sutras filled the air, the sacred hymns lingering on.

It was Lin Wanzhou's turn, the young girl wearing a black mask, her hat already taken off. She knelt gracefully in front of the cushion, hands pressed together, eyes closed, an image of unspeakable devotion.

Her willowy figure swayed gently, like the quality of blue smoke.

The girl and the ancient temple somehow harmonized inexplicably.

Xu Qingyan also bowed, praying for blessings for his mother.