Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

"Trending search?" Xu Qingyan didn't respond, but opened the trending searches list.

"I Am the Song King" aired at eight, and the trending searches lit up by half past eight. He and Pei Muchan were still on the road at that time, having not arrived at the recording venue and hardly checking their phones.

After Lin Wanzhou mentioned it, he then saw two familiar names hanging on the trending searches list.

#Lin Chuan favorited#, Jiang Ling said#.

Fuck, what the hell are these two talking about... Did they not make it clear to them earlier? He didn't want to be in the spotlight all the time; this was unacceptable.

He opened each one to check, and also took a look at the comment section, almost passing out from anger at the netizens' comments.

"Close to vermilion, one gets stained pink; close to ink, one gets stained black. I believe in my precious Lin Chuan's words, and begrudgingly believe that scumbag too."

"Lin Chuan still needs to be careful, some people are not what they appear. Xu Qingyan's face doesn't look like an honest person's, don't get backstabbed by him."

"You must stay with outstanding people, keep away from Xu Dog!"

Fuck, are these people blind? I am damn clean, what's this nonsense about getting stained by ink?

Xu Qingyan's fists clenched as he read, these netizens truly had a knack for spreading rumors.

However, most of Lin Chuan's fans were mainly "mother fans," ranging from twelve-year-old girls to sixty-year-old grandmothers. They treated Lin like a digital icon, fanatic in their support for him.

Every one of them acted like a wise sage, mostly advising Lin Chuan to stay away from Xu Qingyan.

Stuff like "Jade lies in the mountain and vegetation thrives; pearls grow in the deep and the cliff never dries," obviously crafted by the mother fans. At a glance, it looked quite cultured.

Probably in the eyes of Lin Chuan's mother fans, Xu Qingyan was the notorious troublemaker in the village, always trying to drag their top-student child out to play.

"Damn it, framing me like that?" Xu Qingyan muttered as he scrolled through his phone.

He casually scrolled and swiped away, then entered another trending search #Jiang Ling said#. After a quick glance, Xu Qingyan didn't react much, as Jiang Ling hadn't said anything strange.

However, the style of comments below was somewhat twisted; he didn't look, but they were mostly likely cursing him.

At this moment, accompaniment music began to play on stage.

In just a short half a minute, Xu Qingyan quickly figured out the situation and opened Lin Wanzhou's chat interface, where he composed and sent a message.

"A few days ago, I had a meal with Lin Chuan, he brought someone along, and we happened to meet."

Great, that made it clear that Lin Chuan was present and threw the blame onto Lin Chuan. Anyway, it was Lin Chuan who brought the person, Lin Chuan was to blame for lacking sportsmanship, it had nothing to do with himself.

"I don't object to your interactions with Jiang Ling, if you insist on doing so, you can, but be careful of the people from Cloud Wing Entertainment." Lin Wanzhou replied quickly.

That statement added a layer of buff, not objecting... but.

Jiang Ling himself was with Cloud Wing Entertainment, but earlier on, Lin Wanzhou had already instructed him a thousand times to limit his dealings with Cloud Wing Entertainment's people.

"I know, it didn't work out, I've said I won't collaborate with people from Cloud Wing Entertainment." Xu Qingyan replied, "I remember what you said, don't get distracted by this kind of thing."

"Your turn on stage is coming up in the next couple of rounds, adjust your mindset, good luck."

Lin Wanzhou: "Okay!"

The young girl was simply minded and instantly became happy again, sending a cheering emoticon.

Xu Qingyan pocketed his phone and stood in the passageway waiting.

At that moment, Pei Muchan's singing voice rang out impeccably as the intro ended. The familiar lyrics were brimming with emotion; her voice threading each note perfectly and tugging at heartstrings.

"Who I love, can't get over."

In the gathering hall for guests, all the singers who had finished performing were resting there. Before Pei Muchan went on stage, almost everyone was discussing what kind of song she would bring this time.

Almost everyone thought she would bring a ballad, or maybe a cover.

Who knew that as soon as Pei Muchan opened her mouth, original piece! Another original!

With the experience from last time, people almost didn't need to guess to know who wrote this song. After all, in their fixed impression, Pei Muchan's recent new songs were all written by the same person.

Xu Qingyan!

"Indeed a ballad after all. Actually, it's at a disadvantage to compete on stage with this." Wang Yu sat on a backless bar stool, crossing his arms and commented.

"True, though the emotion sounds more like a lament." Zhang Yuqi turned her head, smiling at Wang Yu, "Isn't this the style you excel in, Brother Wang?"

Wang Yu performed a lament on stage, ultimately receiving a score of six hundred and ninety-five. In this round, that counts as top three.

When it comes to laments, Wang Yu is undisputedly the king.

"But it doesn't sound like a lament to me, it's almost halfway through without much of a sorrowful element." Wang Yu looked puzzled, it didn't even seem like a love song.

On stage, Pei Muchan sang slowly, "Yet you, draw nearer, forcing our eyes to meet."

The lyrics felt like a love song, yet not tied to any specific love story. Like "Fleetingly Through the Years",n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

you can discern a story of youthful heartbreak from the lyrics.

"Late Bloomer" depicts the story of single men and women of advanced age; you can tell from the lyrics and even the title instantly.

"Standing still, or moving forward, suddenly minding this minute."

"A sandstorm looms ahead as I wait, faint cries for help reaching my ears."

But the lyrics of "Knight in White", they made heavy use of vague expressions. A collage of broken imagery without a strong sense of contemporary time, listening more implicates a sense of traversing through different eras.

As if saying, I've wasted too much of my life,

Until that line in the Hokkien language rang out, startling the audience instantly. The abrupt change was like a fresh summer's day, where a figure from the scrolls of history suddenly stepped out.