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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.

I eat Tiramisu · Urbano
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350 Chs

Chapter 48 Some are letting go, some are falling in love in the wind, and some can't scrape together seven dollars

Xu Qingyan's gaze met with Pei Muchan's, and for some reason, he felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.

After a moment of thought, he still walked over.

"Can I have a seat?"

"Hmm?" Pei Muchan slightly lifted her eyelids, stared at him for two seconds, then moved over on the sofa, "Have you had breakfast?"

Upon hearing this, he pondered for a moment and felt that the focus was not on eating breakfast.

"I have, and it was quite expensive."

He leaned back into the sofa, adjusted his position, and comfortably squinted his eyes. The six yuan soy milk was truly outrageous; he almost forgot he was still poor.

Fate is indeed a strange thing. Just two days ago, he was driving his Wuling fish head with chopped chili all over the place looking for a job. Three or four interviews a day, zealously boosting those dumb HR's performance.