Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 80: Chapter 80 Seasickness

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"So fast?" Director Chen Fufeng was somewhat taken aback, he leaned in to glance at Zhou Mian's phone screen.

Getting on the hot search was not something unusual, any show that could invite a red-hot young superstar like Lin Wanzhou could make it to the hot search.

Getting into the top ten was a bit of a deal though, after all, just a few days ago, the topic of Pei Muchan appearing on a romance reality show was only in the top ten for half an hour before the heat quickly dropped off.

Xu Qingyan's series of explosive remarks didn't even touch the shadow of the top ten, hovering just within the twenties to thirties on the hot search before gradually falling.

After all, this was a hot search that didn't cost any money, how could it compare with those who spent real money to make it into the top ten.

On the screen, two bright terms were displayed at the front.

#LinWanzhouOnLoveRealityShow# and #Pei MuchanLinWanzhou# ranked third and fifth, respectively, each followed by a flame symbol indicating high popularity.

The first hot search was about a top female star changing her hairstyle, the second hot search was "Ji Chen's Prodigal Son Returns," and the fourth was "Midnight Diner's" premiere receiving rave reviews.

Chen Fufeng didn't understand the hot search rankings, but was greatly shocked.

"Director, we just started broadcasting for half an hour and already hit the hot search, we're really stable this time, right?" Zhou Mian was equally excited, all thinking of the white white silver bonuses.

This time it was like joining the right group, live broadcast earnings all depended on advertising placements, and later there would be an edited version, after a lot of operation, maybe this time's bonus could be higher than several years' salary.

"It's pretty stable, but don't let your guard down," Chen Fufeng said, habitually reaching for a cigarette only to find none and was about to get up when a cigarette was passed to him.

"Director Chen, let me light it for you," Zhou Mian said with a sycophantic face, full of desire for that Audi fragment.

"The cigarettes you have are not bad, Zhou," said Chen Fufeng, taking the cigarette. A flicker of flame trembled, and seconds later two men stood in front of the monitor, both puffing out smoke.

"It's all thanks to Director Chen's promotion, the cigarettes were gifts from a friend, I don't even understand them," Zhou Mian laughed, "I have two more packs in there, I'll bring them to you later to try them out."

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"Enough of that, don't play these tricks with me," squinted Chen Fufeng, inhaled deeply, "Zhou, brown-nosing me is useless, you still have to do your job."

"Now go to the guest props team, temporarily you'll be in charge, if anything goes wrong don't say Uncle didn't warn you."

"Yes, yes! Sure!" Zhou Mian was all smiles, "I guarantee there won't be any accidents, rest assured! I'll go get your cigarettes now, Uncle Chen."

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The wind at sea was really fucking strong.

Xu Qingyan looked out over the vast sea, the dazzling sunlight was warm, and the white seagulls soared high into the sky. He felt like saying this but held back.

You Zijun's big face suddenly appeared in the frame, conveniently blocking Xu Qingyan, who was standing on the fishing boat, gazing into the distance. In the far distance, the colors of the sea and sky were distinct, the waves gently rocking.

"The wind on the sea, it's really fu...." He stopped midway, as if he realized he was on live broadcast and forcibly swallowed the words in his throat, "Fu... 'May I one day ascend the highest cloud.'

"What's up? You, little brother, planning on taking the graduate entrance exam?" Xu Qingyan moved stealthily, mockingly asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm just expressing my emotions," You Zijun got goosebumps, but quickly laughed again, "Brother Xu, without those two here, it's quite harmonious."

"Two? Who?"

"Brother Bai, and Brother Liu," You Zijun looked like he was taking pleasure in the misfortune of others, "Without those two, it doesn't seem to make any difference."

Upon hearing this, Xu Qingyan gave him a glance. It seemed even less of an issue without You Zijun.

He didn't respond but turned to look at the cabin.

Nian Shuyu had felt unwell as soon as she boarded the boat, and Chen Feiyu was carefully taking care of her.

Pei Muchan and Lin Wanzhou sat on opposite sides of the rest area, silent, heads bowed, playing with their phones. Shen Jinyue was chattering away with Cui Ying, gesticulating excitedly with an ecstatic look on her face.

Hmm... What exactly went wrong, how did things turn out like this?

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"By the way, Brother Xu, why aren't you going back to the cabin to chat with the little diva?" You Zijun was sly as ever, deliberately touching on the sore point, and spoke with an ethereal tone, "Is it because you don't like to chat?"

"Just stepping out for some fresh air. I'm naturally drawn to the sea," Brother Xu Qingyan coughed, turned his head to look at him, his lips slightly upturned, "What about you? Why aren't you going to chat with Shen Jinyue?"

Upon hearing this, You Zijun seemed to laugh on the surface, but inwardly cursed. He glanced inadvertently at the cabin, and suddenly nudged Xu Qingyan with his elbow, whispering.

"Brother Xu, the little diva is calling you."

"Which one?"

You Zijun: "...."

At that moment, he really wanted to push this guy into the sea to feed the fish. Xu Dog, you really deserve to die!

With a swish, Xu Qingyan quickly ducked his head to pass through the cabin door, glanced inside, and realized it was Pei Muchan calling him. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Lin Wanzhou on the other side, who seemed to have no reaction.

He instantly breathed a sigh of relief; offending either was not an option.

However, the situation didn't seem as bad as he had imagined. The discord between the two might have been just the media's overinterpretation. Besides, even if they were at odds, it wouldn't necessarily lead to a quarrel.

"What's wrong?"

"She seems to be seasick. You should go check on her," Pei Muchan glanced at him, then continued to focus on his phone.

The waves rose one after another, and the ship swayed gently on the sea.

Pei Muchan's indifference hit him in the face like a cold splash, and as luck would have it, Xu Qingyan didn't even know who he had offended. He sighed inwardly and thought to himself that earning money was not easy.

Lin Wanzhou sat on the other end of the lounge. Xu Qingyan walked over to her and noticed her body shrink inwards.

Huh???

He was somewhat tall and figured it was inappropriate to question her while standing, so he simply knelt on one knee in front of her. They were almost eye to eye now.

At this moment, Xu Qingyan felt a bit nervous; it had been many years since they last met.

Their chat had only started sporadically over the past days, and he never expected they would meet like this.

Honestly, he didn't want acquaintances to know he was on a romance reality show. After all, his role wasn't the kind that people tended to like—it felt quite awkward.

"Are you seasick?" he asked softly.

"Ah?"

Lin Wanzhou had prepared herself psychologically, but still, she jumped, her heart thumping. Nearly on instinct, she wanted to hide, like abruptly hanging up an accidentally dialed call.

She had never looked at him so closely, and noticed that he had changed a lot — his face was better looking than in middle school.

His eyelids were very thin, showing not a trace of the boy from the past.

People change starting with their eyes, and in the second her gaze met Xu Qingyan's, she could see his eyes were filled with many things they didn't have before.

"Yeah, a little," she said.

"I remember someone saying they brought sour plums, seems like it was Zhou... a crew member," Xu Qingyan nearly blurted out Zhou Mian's name automatically, "I'll go get some for you."

He was just about to get up when suddenly his shirttail was tugged.

"I'll... go too," Lin Wanzhou said softly.

The two left the cabin, and Pei Muchan lifted his eyes to glance at them, his bangs sliding off his forehead. Unbeknownst to him, he had scrolled his friends' timeline on the phone all the way back to five days ago.