Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Old alley roof tiles, rain threads descending from the sky.

Despite the distance, Xu Qingyan could still clearly see her delicate and pretty eyebrows and eyes. His mind hadn't caught up yet, when those beautiful eyes had already pierced into his heart uninvited.

"Okay."

Xu Qingyan moved closer, Pei Muchan was slow to react. She instinctively tiptoed, stretching out her pale white hand to hold the umbrella higher, an action that was inexplicably goofy.

"No need to hold it so high, rain will blow in."

"Oh."

He folded his own black umbrella, flicked his wrist to shake off the rain, and then reached out his hand.

"Let me hold it."

"Okay."

As the umbrella handle changed hands, Xu Qingyan took it sturdily, instantly feeling the lingering warmth in his palm.

The two squeezed under one umbrella, their expressions unchanged. The alley wasn't too long; a single walk was enough time for him to think of all the related ancient poems and verses.

Pei Muchan's ears were slightly red, but her expression was as calm as water. She didn't find sharing an umbrella particularly intimate; it was so dark, and it would be strange for one person to walk in front alone.

Her mind was empty, only feeling it was somewhat difficult to walk on the cobblestone path in high heels, staggering badly.

She returned to the car with her face still feeling hot, with a sense of stepping on cotton candy. Only when the car was already on the way back did her heartbeat gradually calm down.

She felt like she was going crazy lately, it was like picking candy out of rocks.

She didn't know what she was doing. There were no flirtatious words, no provocative actions, everything was as normal as it could be.

The more lucid she became, the deeper she sunk.

The atmosphere in the car was silent, her thoughts sprawling like wild ivy across a wall.

That feeling was like having a piece of iron stuck in her chest, the taste buds on her tongue continually secreting a sour and astringent taste of rust.

Fine and dense desires bubbled up like boiling lake water.

Whew~

Pei Muchan rolled down the car window, allowing the wind noise to rush into the car like beating drums, mixing with the night wind and rain to cool her face slightly.

Xu Qingyan glanced out of the corner of his eye, lowered the air conditioning, "Are you cold?"

"No, just... wanted some fresh air."

The car didn't head to the studio but dropped Pei Muchan off at her residential area first. Afterwards, Xu Qingyan sped towards the studio.

He planned to work overtime that evening; after all, going back just meant editing scores. He glanced at his phone, it was only eight twenty. The show "Love Hunter" must have already started airing.

...

At eight, Zhou Lili had been waiting in front of her computer since early for "Love Hunter" to start.

The beginning of the show was a bit boring, so she habitually looked down to swipe through group chat on her phone. Someone in the group asked, "Has Sister Pei's romance show started yet? Will there be new songs in it?"

She quickly responded, "No, if Sister Pei has new songs, there would be a teaser on the official blog."

Suddenly a crowd popped up in the group, messages instantly flooding with 99+ notifications.

"Lol, she really is the civil servant of the Chinese music scene, only goes online when needed, huh."

"Ten-year-old fan here, Sister Pei is always like this."

In the middle, someone tagged Zhou Lili, @love watching granny shower.

"Sister Shower, you seem to know Sister Pei, right? Your posts always seem well-informed. Sister, you aren't one of the staff of the romance show, are you?"

Zhou Lili thought to herself that it wasn't about being on the scene; it was about having an insider in the family.

Her cousin gave her quite a lot of information, and loving social media online gave her various sources.

"Not an insider, can't talk about many things, only got a signed CD from Sister Pei." She attached a picture of Pei Muchan's signed album, with the name Photoshopped out.

The group chat immediately quaked, with a fifty-post spree of repeated messages.

"Sister, send it to me to have a look!!!"

Looking at the screen full of replicating messages, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift. Showing off has become addictive; she really wanted to quit, but it was difficult—having a relative in the industry sure is nice.

The program showed Xu Qingyan going downstairs in the morning, with You Zijun playing the role of Love House No. 2 Moral Celestial Master, "What are you, a grown man, squabbling with a girl for?"

Instead, Xu Qingyan bluntly retorted, and Shen Jinyue commented that he was excessive, only to be included in the retort, "You too," rendering them both like quails.

The sight had Zhou Lili laughing out loud; she had seen too many romance shows. The warm guys, the charming guys, the guys following their lower halves—she rarely saw a male guest who was so anti-sentimental.

Even though she had seen some of the live stream, laughing out loud while watching it again was still possible.

No other reason, Xu Qingyan was just too dense.

Everyone on the scene was a character; Shen Jinyue was carefree, got scolded yet happily went out for breakfast with Xu Qingyan and left You Zijun in a mess in the living room alone.

That phrase, "Thank you, you're really a good person," could make her laugh for a year; Shen Jinyue's continuous mocking, combined with You Zijun's silence, earned her laughter.

The edited version progressed faster. Originally she planned to play with her phone while watching, but she got so absorbed in watching that she even forgot to show off in the group chat.

"Any soy milk over three yuan is literally an IQ tax."

"Some are letting go, some are falling in love in the wind, and others' wallets..."

Others showcased their sugar daddy app with praise; he sneakily downloaded a game and got caught. Other male guests would pay for dates, but this guy accepted the woman paying without hesitation.

Xu Qingyan's continuous series of stunts made the inherently intimate setting of the romance show turn into a laughing matter for the audience. Every time the camera panned to him, it was a barrage of intense memes.

During the inner monologue section, when Xu Qingyan was asked by a producer if he had feelings for Shen Jinyue,

he furrowed his brows, as if he had just swallowed a hundred pounds of butter, suddenly donning a mask of agony.

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