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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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350 Chs

Chapter 204: I Don’t Quite Understand, but I Want You to Know Someone Cares About Your Feelings_3

"Brother Xu, guess what she said?"

Xu Qingyan: "She likes someone?"

"Yeah." Zhou Mian's eyes dimmed slightly, "At that time, I thought she was talking about me. I still remember being incredibly nervous."

"My entire body was burning up, itchy everywhere. She said... she likes xxx, another good-looking intern in our department."

The night breeze blew, Pei Muchan and Zhou Lili were frolicking with fireworks in hand. Further off lay a stretch of profound darkness, where Xu Qingyan and Zhou Mian, two grown men, leaned on folding chairs across the dinner table.

The charcoal on the barbecue grill had long been extinguished, and the leftovers on the table turned cold. An orange night light clipped onto the edge of the table illuminated the two-meter area around it, brightness +1.

After a long pause, Zhou Mian drew a deep breath, his voice as hoarse as if he had smoked several cigarettes.

"I'm such a damned... unlucky guy, mistaking pleasantries for sweet nothings."