Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 97: Chapter 97 (Ask for First Subscription) Not Writing Love Letters is Your Lie

"Make an exception this time?" Xu Qingyan laughed.

Heh, they were nearly done with the love-focused reality show; there wasn't going to be a "next time."

Once the production crew finished filming and the romance show's aura faded, everyone would at least still be partners.

Whether it was Pei Muchan or Lin Wanzhou, they'd surely see the 'borrowed' talent in themselves. Even if it was copying others, that too was a form of talent.

When it comes to love, only those who understand it well stay single.

Moreover, he himself hardly ever slept well, so how could he 'sleep' with someone else? With a love-stricken brain, only one could survive; armed with a music and movie library, it was either get filthy rich or die trying.

The other guests trickled into the restaurant in the rain, plates of food from the south and north were served one after the other.

"Yo, did we get a new chef?" You Zijun took his seat with grandiosity, since they were all peers, there weren't too many formalities, then he glanced over, somewhat surprised, "Brother Xu, you're here so early?"

For every event, Xu Qingyan usually arrived just on time.

"Love can be taken slowly, but meals must be eaten while hot." He made up a casual remark, "The only thing I've been able to pick up and never put down in my life, are chopsticks."

"Brother Xu, are you preparing for graduate school exams?" You Zijun couldn't hold back, "Damn... I'm really jealous of your talent. Come on, Brother Xu, eat up."

"Is there any soda?" Shen Jinyue looked around the dining table, a veritable orange-killer.

"This..... Let me pour you some."

"Thank you."

A typhoon, a sudden building collapse, sacrificed one Chen Feiyu in exchange for jovial camaraderie among the guests at the dining table, which was magical.

He really wanted to ask You Zijun if he had a shady past that made him so docile now.

Pei Muchan continued to eat quietly, chewing slowly and savoring each bite, elegant and ethereal. Occasionally, when she couldn't stand being glanced at by Xu Qingyan, she would look up and ask.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She seemed to do everything at her own pace, tranquil and composed, yet sometimes appeared decadent, which had an inexplicable attraction for someone like Xu Qingyan, who struggled in the mud of life.

However, compared to romantic troubles, he was more interested in the money-making opportunities Pei Muchan brought.

Lin Wanzhou also seemed to be in a good mood, occasionally chatting with Shen Jinyue. Xu Qingyan would interject with a joke now and then, nearly causing Shen Jinyue to lose her appetite.

After lunch.

Xu Qingyan returned to his room, humming "Good Luck Comes" while sprawled on the desk writing "Heartfelt Letters," as everyone had to gather around the stove in the living room to read them out loud.

Nine people in a circle, with each person reading one after the other; it would take at least an hour. Write some sweet nothings, mix it up a bit tomorrow, and then he could prepare to finish the job.

The greatest challenge was now behind them; with only one day left, the production crew likely wouldn't be able to come up with any tricky moves. A typhoon doesn't just pass in one day, after all.

Ding dong!!

The phone provided by the production crew rang, with a message from You Zijun.

"Brother Xu, have you finished writing your letter?"

Xu Qingyan's expression was complex; he knew any message on this phone would sync to the live broadcast. So he picked up the phone and started typing furiously.

"Not a single word."

"Me neither, I don't know what to write," You Zijun replied instantly, "What should I do? I've never written a letter to a girl, I have no idea what to write!"

He picked up the phone and took a glance, the corner of his mouth twitching.

Tea ceremony, truly, f***ing deserves to die.

"When you lack knowledge, read more books, it's wise and nourishing for the brain."

You Zijun: "..... Brother Xu, it sounds like you're insulting me, and it's not the first time."

"How could that be, we are dear friends, as close as brothers." Xu Qingyan leaned on the table, bored out of his skull, half-watching the lesson and half-replying to messages, "Who are you writing to?"

"Can't say."

"Nian Shuyu?"

Holy shit! In the other room, You Zijun threw his phone in shock and stood up straight. The hell, Xu Qingyan must be a fortune teller!

He did indeed plan to write to Nian Shuyu, since Shen Jinyue was impervious to his efforts, he'd completely given up.

Coming on this love reality show, you can't go back empty-handed, can you?

If Chen Feiyu didn't know how to cherish, then he'd step up in full hero mode. He'd first gotten to know Nian Shuyu, but she'd chosen Bai Jinze after.

He'd been so pissed off that he hadn't spoken to her ever since.

Now, Nian Shuyu had unexpectedly become the dark horse in the popularity race, and You Zijun was willing to make another move. They say love is priceless, but wealth surely sways hearts.

So what if he's a rich second-generation, just because he isn't lacking money, doesn't mean he doesn't love making more, right?

After the show, start a short video series to document daily couple life, find someone to promote it across the internet. Once they've built up enough followers, start live-streaming to sell products and make a killing.

Even if it's like harvesting leeks, there will be brain-dead fans who come out to defend, "xxx's family is so rich, why would they care about money from selling products?"

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Gathering the netizens' money for a decade later, fool them in a cycle, and the brain-dead fans will still praise them.

The guys will praise the rich for indeed being alert and clear-headed. The girls will praise the independent woman, saying how cool the sister is for chasing money. They'll play up the angle of making money while standing tall, making the cut like a boss.

Meanwhile, Xu Qingyan saw You Zijun not replying for a long while, and instantly lost interest.

Is this it?

Throwing the phone aside, the "Heartfelt Letter" was just one sentence from completion, it barely amounted to a few sentences when put together. He had initially thought to write something long and emotional, but then found it too artsy-fartsy.

You'd need a few bites of lard candy to get those words out, a bit greasy.

After pondering for a while and failing to find any good sentences, he aimlessly started Googling. After searching around, he found that aside from ancient poems, everything else sounded idiotic.

He leaned back in his chair and began to rummage through his mind's music and film libraries. Remembering bit by bit was actually very inefficient; after all, the human brain doesn't compete with computers.

The only thing the brain excels in recalling swiftly are porn video titles; whenever it's actually needed, it just keeps freezing. Porn numbers are unforgettable, but learning is hardly ever as sticky.

After thinking it over, he reckoned everyone else probably prepared loads of cheesy love lines, and no matter how hard he tried, he could never outdo those sly guys.

Pei Muchan probably didn't like those mushy love lines either, so why not do something lively instead. He borrowed a line from a foreign movie and casually drafted one.

"Life is eternally effervescent, and the future is always full of bright prospects."

After writing it, he checked it over and, confirming there were no errors, stuffed the letter into an envelope. Guessing the time, he got up to head downstairs for the gathering.

There were only a few people in the living room, and You Zijun was standing there, holding an envelope in his hand.

Xu Qingyan cursed under his breath, thinking to himself, wasn't this dog saying he wouldn't write? How come with just the flick of a pen, this guy is already downstairs waiting to read letters!

A man's words, truly can't be trusted.

The other two in the living room were Nian Shuyu and Liu Renzhi; the former was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue, occasionally looking up to the camera to reveal the teardrops at the corner of her eyes.

You Zijun was softly comforting her on one side, while Liu Renzhi sat on the other side, looking somewhat lost.

Dammit, they've all started acting!