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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 250: Nerve! Who let the Bodhisattva go on New Year's Eve, making me kneel and kowtow three times_3

The subtle curve of her chest rose and fell with her breath.

They knew each other, and being together in silence was not awkward. Lin Wanzhou did not find his gaze offensive; it felt more like a hazy emotion.

His gaze swiftly shifted away and did not sweep over that area again.

He inquired about Lin Wanzhou's confidence in topping the next exam, but she couldn't remember her own response. She had no concept of the future, having drifted from place to place since childhood.

The two listened to music across a table, one earphone for each, with the MP4 containing dozens of songs placed in the center of the square table. The rain poured heavily, and the songs in the earphones rotated one after another.

The downpour continued outside the door, and he yawned, half-asleep with his head resting on the table.