Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 494: Chapter 274: Where were you hiding, Xu Ge! You were not in Xinghai; I saw your live broadcast!_2@@novelbin@@

Pei Muchan blinked her eyes and her face suddenly reddened as she abruptly pulled her hand away.

“No way.”

Xu Qingyan smiled but did not attempt to grab her hand again, lest he scare her off. As they walked downstairs, Pei Muchan’s face remained noticeably red.

Before reaching the ground floor, he turned and stopped her on the stairs. The warm sun of early spring, like threads of gold, edged her silhouette with a gilded aura.

“What’s wrong?” she seemed nervous.

“Your face is a bit… red. If you’re afraid your staff might misunderstand that we were doing something intense upstairs…” Xu Qingyan didn’t finish his sentence.

All that could be heard was a clatter as the “ostrich” didn’t hesitate to turn and run back up to the second floor.

“Hahaha!!” Xu, with complete lack of concern, laughed heartily behind her.

Not until he watched Pei Muchan’s figure completely disappear onto the second floor did he restrain his laughter, readjusted his emotions, and leisurely headed towards the ground floor.

In the live broadcast, the moment Xu Qingyan appeared, the barrage of comments exploded.

“Xu Ge! A live sighting of Xu Ge!”

“You weren’t at Xinghai, where were you hiding?”

At a certain company, Xiao Yan was sneakily pulling a colleague to watch the live broadcast from Chanming Studio. Her female colleague was a bit reluctant; she wasn’t really interested in singers.

Her colleague preferred handsome, sunshine-like male idols; while good music could cleanse the ears, sunny handsome guys could refresh her weary soul.

Working is like pulling up pants, each to their own feeling. Watching men with brightly smiling faces please her was one of her few joys.

But she didn’t want to offend her meal buddy, this girl who graduated from Chang’an Normal University got along well with her temperament, and they had been partners for half a month.

The friendship between girls is strange; sometimes what you think is only what you think. Not responding could make the other person feel neglected, but responding too much could make them feel that the relationship is tiring.

How to put it, girls not only have specific requirements for boyfriends, but also for their female friends.

“This album is really good! I squatted right at noon to get it!” Xiao Yan rambled on, her female colleague smiling politely.

Suddenly, Xiao Yan exclaimed in surprise and her colleague looked more closely.

She saw a casually dressed male celebrity on the live broadcast screen; his movements were casual, and he was lazily lounging in a chair.

“Senior!!” Xiao Yan exclaimed with delight.

“What senior?” her colleague asked in surprise, yet she couldn’t help but glance at the screen again.

What kind of demon is this guy, still looking so perfect without the beauty filter on? She took another look and noticed the man dismissively waving his hand as the volume increased on his command.

“You guys go support Pei Muchan, Lin Wanzhou, Lin Chuan, and Jiang Ling, I’m tired. I’ve been working on a TV drama project recently, need some proper rest.”

The colleague was stunned at his statement.

“Is he a celebrity?”

“Sort of. Last year, the directorial team for the Spring Festival Gala sub-venue came to our academy for a mobilization.” Xiao Yan, full of excitement, brought up her unforgettable bathroom encounter again.

Her colleague listened agape—what Spring Festival Gala sub-venue creative team? “Blue and White Porcelain” was sung by him? He didn’t even show his face though, and his voice didn’t seem to match up with the person.

Actually, it’s not that complicated. Xu Qingyan’s most famous experience was indeed the Spring Festival Gala. As for other things like composing and writing music, not many people paid attention to that name.

Then there’s the song “Blue and White Porcelain,” which truly appealed to audiences young and old. However, he never did a music video; he just uploaded the song.

So, strictly speaking, Xu Qingyan’s reputation was more inside the industry; after all, there aren’t many who can churn out over ten hit songs in half a year these days.

There are high-output composers, indeed, personifying the very notion of “indulgence in wealth,” bowing down at the speed of light. For money’s sake, ten songs a month could be produced.

But those faster than him didn’t write as well as he did, and those who wrote better weren’t as quick as he was. His fame was greater inside the industry, but it wasn’t necessarily the same outside of it.

After Xiao Yan’s explanation, her colleague realized that some of the songs she had listened to were also written by him, and she felt like she had discovered a new world.

Even so, surprised as she may have been, her colleague was not a sentimental person.

Listening to Xiao Yan go on and on, at most she felt a moment of admiration. She wouldn’t fall for a star just because of a few songs. She was a fan of idols and their personas; things like sunny and energetic young men, how hard they work on their dance practice, how friendly they are to fans, being bullied in everyday life but still showing a heart-wrenching smile on camera.

This type of persona, coupled with sob story essays and paired with a handsome face could get her addicted.

Even though she sometimes knew herself that many things in the entertainment industry are fake. Her beloved male stars might also be fake; personas are manufactured.

Maybe in front of the camera, they’re sunny and cute, but behind the scenes, they’re daily disposing of fans.

But… so what?

This world is full of truths and falsehoods; it’s often better to be confused. Would you scrutinize movie titles, post serial numbers online in a huff, and accuse?

“Fraud! Blatant fraud! They’re not really a couple; the NTR is fake! It’s all a hoax, damn those deceitful creators! They’ve played with my emotions!”

Calm down, my friend. In Xia country, there’s an old saying. If it all helps with your spiritual belief, then you might as well believe it’s all real.

Her colleague had this mentality; it didn’t matter to her if the male idol was real or fake. As long as it helped with her dreams, his downfall wouldn’t affect her.

In the camera, Xu Qingyan rubbed his face, a bit exasperated.

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