Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 564: Chapter 299: We agreed to celebrate, so why are we attacking Niangziguan?_2

“The Legend of Martial Arts, ah, a comedy,”

“Oh, a comedy, huh?”

Zhang Xinyang usually didn’t like going online and couldn’t keep up with trends. But he didn’t enjoy watching comedies; if it was a martial arts drama, he might give it a go, otherwise not so much.

After returning to his office, he first turned on his computer and zoned out for a bit before he remembered the song from the elevator.

He typed in the lyrics, searched… and finally a song came up.

“Arch-enemy?” Zhang Xinyang leaned closer to the computer screen to see, and discovered there was a line following the song, “The Legend of Martial Arts? What is this?”

He was bewildered for quite a while before he recalled what the employees outside had said. A comedy? Dressed in the skin of martial arts but turning out to be a comedy, it really didn’t match up well.

The song was indeed not bad, though. If it were used for an actual martial arts show, that would be perfect.

He listened to the song for a while, once, twice, and then couldn’t help but listen to it a third time. Out of sheer curiosity, he finally opened a video window for The Legend of Martial Arts.

Little did he know that once he started watching, time flew by and he spent the entire afternoon engrossed. Only when there were no more episodes did he snap back to reality.

No way, that’s it?

He reluctantly closed the video window, but couldn’t help searching again. He then realized that to watch the latest episodes, he would need to tune in to a local station at a specific time.

Zhang Xinyang couldn’t help but sigh; he wouldn’t be able to see it today. At the same time, his professional instincts drove him to ponder whether he could acquire the game rights for The Legend of Martial Arts.

So far, The Legend of Martial Arts seemed to have not yet finished airing, and its reputation wasn’t prominent. If he were to buy the game rights now, he might gain more leverage.

With that thought, he began to consider the feasibility of his idea. The more he thought, the more feasible it seemed. To reassure himself, he searched for the keyword “The Legend of Martial Arts” on Weibo.

Most people had high praise for the show, and there were very few negative comments.

“In the past two years, it’s been rare to see a good sitcom. If you want something to accompany meals, you have to turn to foreign shows, or else dig through old stuff. But to be honest, the jokes from old comedies seem outdated.”

“It’s very rare to see a martial arts-themed sitcom, and it’s really worth watching.”

“I used to think that sitcoms were dead in this fast-paced era, and the good scriptwriters had stopped writing; only those who follow romantic templates remained. Now it seems that there are still good scriptwriters in our country.”

“So brilliant, these past few days I’ve been following The Legend of Martial Arts. I thought I would be shocked enough seeing Luo Yuexiu in it, but to find out that the screenwriter is Xu Qingyan!”

“Right, right, right, instead of focusing on releasing songs, you’re always doing other stuff.”

After reading up to this point, Zhang Xinyang had a good idea in his mind. Meanwhile, a name caught his eye; who was Xu Qingyan, was he famous? Everyone seemed to be mentioning him.

With a certain curiosity, he searched the entries and was stunned for a long while at the long list of them. Lyricist, composer, MV producer, screenwriter.

But this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing; at the very least, he knew Xu Qingyan’s writing was reliable. If there was a chance for cooperation in the future, he might be a good choice.

The next day.

When Xu Qingyan was back at Chanming Studio having fun, he finally received a call from the first game company expressing interest in negotiating to buy the rights to “The Legend of Martial Arts” game.

Naturally, he happily agreed and arranged a time and place.

The moment he hung up the phone, Xu Qingyan stood up, his face radiating joy. Just then, Pei Muchan came back from the practice room, and she couldn’t help but be startled.

“What’s this?”

“The game rights have been sold!” Xu Qingyan laughed, walked over to her and gave her a hug and a kiss, “Finally sold them!”

Pei Muchan was hugged by him, staying motionless like a quail. She blinked; in the past half a month, they had actually avoided any physical contact.

“Okay, they’re sold, but… you can let go of me now.”

“Oh, sorry, I got too excited.” There wasn’t much of an excited look on Xu Qingyan’s face, but only he knew what really had him excited.

Pei Muchan, with a makeup-free face, couldn’t help but purse her lips upon hearing him, as she felt like she had been touched… lately, his behavior was getting bolder, and she felt almost naked in front of him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the company today? How come you have the time to come here?”

“What are you talking about? Haven’t I always been here?” Xu Qingyan returned to his chair, heaving a huge sigh of relief, thinking to himself that he had finally succeeded.

He wasn’t in a rush to work but took a good look at Pei Muchan. The weather was getting hotter, and the clothes she wore were becoming cooler.

Although she still looked conservative, her body’s curves could not be hidden.

Pei Muchan snorted and couldn’t help but feel amused. “You haven’t been here this half month, you’ve been running around outside, almost as if you’re avoiding me?”

“What’s there to hide? I’m just trying not to embarrass you,” he said nonchalantly, “Speaking of which, who is avoiding whom? I’m just considering your feelings, since that day…”

“Stop talking,” Pei Muchan’s face turned red as she interrupted, “I think you might have misunderstood something, I just… I just don’t know how to put it.”

“Then let’s not talk about it and save it for tonight,” Xu Qingyan snapped his phone shut, looking at her, “How about we go and celebrate tonight?”

Pei Muchan hesitated but eventually agreed.

Night fell.

The two of them found a new restaurant as usual and chatted while they ate. They didn’t talk about anything particularly substantial, just a few work-related trifles.

“How much are you planning to sell the game rights for?”

“It depends on the offer. Whatever they give is fine,” Xu Qingyan replied indifferently, “This game, once developed, is doomed not to be very successful, and if it is, it won’t last long.”

Hearing this, Pei Muchan was somewhat surprised.

“What if it’s developed better? It might have a higher value then.”

“The content of a sitcom is inherently thin, and the game mode is mostly idle play,” he explained, “No matter how much money is spent, it won’t be enough to retain players in the end.”

“So…..?” she hesitated.

“So from the start, it was a game meant for a quick cash grab, though not exactly that, more like earning some money from traffic,” Xu Qingyan said, “How much it can sell for depends on the popularity of the script itself.”

Having worked together for nearly a year, though not every day together, they had come to understand each other quite well. In just a few words, the conversation deepened.

They talked about everything from the inspiration for Pei Muchan’s next album to Xu Qingyan’s plans to shoot a low-budget sitcom and create something like an “Underground Transit Station.”

Pei Muchan wasn’t familiar with film and television, but when she heard that Xu Qingyan already had a script, she didn’t say much. She only mentioned that they could give it a try and if the money wasn’t enough she could contribute.

This moved Xu Qingyan a little.

“What if it fails?”

Pei Muchan looked down, seemingly unconcerned, and said.

“We’ll pay it back together, but let’s not owe too much.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll definitely stay within budget,” Xu Qingyan smiled, propping his head up with his hand as he looked at her, “Hey, there’s something I find quite odd.”

“What?” Pei Muchan looked up.

His smile was sly, “Why are you so nice?”

Pei Muchan: “….”

“There’s nothing to be done about it. Making a script is risky by nature,” she said in a way that betrayed her cover, “After all, I am one of the investors; I have to bear some responsibility.”

Xu Qingyan laughed, but did not point it out.

Nighttime.

The Audi parked in a secluded area, and once the engine was turned off, it became very quiet. Only the fragmented sounds of kissing remained. Ten minutes later, Pei Muchan inhaled deeply inside the car.

She breathed as if she had never breathed before, her chest rising and falling for a while.

She lay back in the reclined seat, her lipstick somewhat smeared, her eyes not as bright as at dinner. After about a minute to recover, she couldn’t resist hitting Xu Qingyan, who sat in the shadows, with a punch.

“Is this what you meant by ‘celebrating’?”

“Who could resist when you look so beautiful? I’m not Liu Xiaohui,” Xu Qingyan reached out of the darkness to slowly pinch her face; she tried to, but couldn’t fully avoid his touch.

“You shouldn’t… shouldn’t…” Pei Muchan was too embarrassed to say it out loud; she almost got her underwear stripped. Is this your idea of ‘celebration’?”

She discovered that since that night, although their relationship seemed to have returned to its previous state, it was actually like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.

Calm was just a facade, and once they fell into the shadows, Xu Qingyan seemed to want to devour her at every moment.

Even though all of his advances would halt if she told him to stop, she suddenly realized her threshold for saying ‘stop’ was getting lower and lower, now down to just not falling at Lady Pass.

At this rate, she would really start acting weird.

Pei Muchan intended to correct this, but she felt as if she were being led farther down an irreversible path every time; her rationality always seemed to kick in a few moments too late.

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