Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

"A genius songwriter entangled with scandals seems quite intriguing, shouldn't I ask the boss if we can get an exclusive interview with Xu Qingyan?"

Chen Ling returned home, her hand still on the cold doorknob, when suddenly such a thought popped into her head.

Last time, she was responsible for Lin Chuan's exclusive interview.

After the interview aired, the response was very good. It not only made her performance that month soar but also introduced more people to Lin Chuan, who became fans of this clean-cut young male singer.

As for Xu Qingyan... she didn't know much about him, and it was still early, just 8:40 PM. Tomorrow was Saturday, and she planned to order some takeout and catch up on the romance reality show later.

She hung up her bag, stood in the entryway unfastening the buttons on her back, and bent over loosely to change her shoes. When she looked up, the fatigue on her face began to slide slowly from the corners of her eyes.

She turned on the light casually, not wanting to go into the bedroom without a shower. She leaned on the sofa, looking up at the projection screen in the living room, still thinking about the song "Late Marriage."

So, she turned on her phone and searched for "Late Marriage," listening to the live performance of the song once again.

After listening to it three times in a row, she looked up, and it was already nine o'clock.

As the song played on, Chen Ling's gaze grew somewhat vacant. She pondered the lyrics "waiting for the one soul that truly fits mine," "let him hear all the rumors," and zoned out in a daze.

For some reason, she felt as though she was lying on the sofa, but her soul just wouldn't settle down.

"Xu Qingyan," Chen Ling murmured to herself, "what kind of person could write these lyrics?"

As she spoke, she casually swiped open a video. Out of habit, she clicked on the trending search and began to scroll, having just finished the sixth trending topic when she suddenly saw #JiangLingSays# explode, jumping to eighth place?

Honestly, Chen Ling had no feelings about these #somesays#. Clicking into them would only waste a precious minute of life; they were all sponsored trending searches.

But when she saw the name Jiang Ling, she hesitated for a moment.

Jiang Ling from Cloud Wing Entertainment, if she remembered correctly, was from the same company as Lin Wanzhou, who recently made headlines over a contract dispute and was generally very low-key.

Chen Ling's impression of Jiang Ling was still based on the album "Fragrance," which was popular three or four years ago, but there hadn't been much development since then.

The music industry moved quickly, with some rising and others falling into obscurity. Jiang Ling was one of those who remained lukewarm, stuck in the middle.

Driven by a sense of expectation, she finally clicked on that trending topic.

After a brief redirect, Jiang Ling's post also came into view. As Chen Ling's gaze landed on the opening sentence of the post, she was once again taken aback.

The post didn't contain marketing content, but rather a repost of Lin Chuan's post in support of Xu Qingyan.

Jiang Ling also not spiritual: "The world is complex, no need to listen to everyone's voice, just be yourself. Teacher Xu is one of the most talented young songwriters I've met, looking forward to working together."

Hm??

Why did Jiang Ling also have a connection with Xu Qingyan?

Chen Ling felt baffled; she even wondered if she had been out of touch with the entertainment industry for too long and was now so insensitive to shifts in public opinion? Lin Chuan, Jiang Ling, Xu Qingyan.

So, had Xu Qingyan joined Lin Chuan's little circle?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The netizens' reactions were similar to Chen Ling's, with half of the comments asking when they had met Xu Qingyan.

"Damn it! Why is this Xu bastard flirting everywhere?

"Holy shit, this is getting fierce. How come my Brin Brin is also entangled with Xu bastard? Wasn't he just an amateur before? How come now he feels like an undercover superstar?"

"Just a passerby, but I've heard songs written by Xu Qingyan. To be honest, unless you dig deep, you can't tell they're his work. The style range is too broad; it's hard to imagine one person writing so many styles of songs and being so shrewd."

"But I still can't wrap my head around how Xu Qingyan could be hooking up with so many pop princesses?"

"Passing by as a fan of the romance show, maybe he's just shameless, this guy is a bit abstract in person. I've heard 'Qing Tian' and 'I Miss,' he has some real talent himself."

"Jiang Ling isn't exactly a big star, right? Not to mention Pei Muchan, and Lin Wanzhou who just changed companies, what does she have? Heard she had to sell her house to pay off debts, so she can only hang out with amateurs."

"You're such an idiot, why not just comment on the strength, dragging out all this nonsensical stuff."

"Strong my ass…"

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Towards the end, there was a fifty-floor long argument, including serious analyses, fence sitters, and even grand prophecies declaring Xu Qingyan's inevitable rise.

The main thing was a complete chaos, spectators enjoying the spectacle.

Not everyone loves songs in the style of "Qing Tian" or "In a Rush That Year," and naturally, they expressed their disdain as they saw fit.

Chen Ling scrolled through the comments for a while, then stared off into space. Just moments ago she had been hesitant about consulting her boss, but now she felt there was no need to hesitate anymore.

If Xu Qingyan was truly clean, a young songwriting genius with private ties to three pop princesses and still good friends with Lin Chuan could make for a good story.

She took out her phone and dialed a number...

.....

"Let's welcome the first contestant onstage! A powerhouse pop diva, Zhang Yuqi with her song 'Asking Dreams'!"

The green room.

Xu Qingyan leaned on the sofa, watching Zhang Yuqi gracefully take the stage on the big screen. His eyes drifted down to the timestamp in the lower right corner—it was 9:30 PM.

He had rushed out of the house at 8:20, taking a taxi in a hurry, barely making it on time. Compared to other singers who had drivers picking them up, it felt like they were depending on each other immensely in this vast world.