Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

What the hell happened?

In the afternoon, he asked Lin Chuan if he knew any friends at Xinghai who needed a short-term intern. He wanted to get a little sister in, to learn some experience.

Normally, no serious company would bother hiring short-term interns. This was entirely about pulling strings and using connections to shove Li Yang into the role.

Calling in a favor wasn't a big deal, Xu Qingyan had been looking to make connections with Lin Chuan anyway. Mutual favors built relationships, and it provided an excuse to get in touch again.

Lin Chuan was very proactive, simply saying he would ask around.

In less than ten minutes, the call came back saying a friend of his was running a company in Xinghai xxx. They just happened to need an intern for odd jobs, and it was fine to come over during holidays to help out.

The company wasn't too far from Xinghai University and could provide an internship certificate.

OK, with the talk getting to this point.

Just the mention of an internship certificate was enough to attract a female university student who had just started school, second only to having a page dedicated to her in the family records.

Xu Qingyan didn't care if the position was specifically created for Li Yang, as long as his goal was achieved.

So, he took the opportunity to say on the phone,

"Then I'm really sorry, uh... I recently wrote a song. Not sure if it's any good, I thought over and over that probably only you could sing it, do you want to have a listen?"

"Do you have a demo?"

"Not yet, but I will in a moment."

Lin Chuan: "Got it."

At five in the afternoon, Xu Qingyan sent the freshly made demo exclusively to Lin Chuan. He was utterly exhausted, having spent nearly all his energy for the day.

The Mid-Autumn Festival offered a three-day holiday, and he was alone in the entire studio.

The second floor had a security gate, no one from outside could come in.

He set an alarm for himself, reminding him that he had to take Shen Jinyue out for dinner at six-thirty. After finishing everything, he lay down on the sofa to catch up on sleep.

On the other side, Lin Chuan had just finished a performance and returned to the nanny van.

He felt as wilted as a frostbitten eggplant, utterly exhausted.

The agent was holding a schedule and checking the time, "Rest when you can, you've got to make an appearance at another variety event later."

"Can't do it, I'm about to crash." Lin Chuan said with a bitter smile.

"That's the daily life of a star. You need to learn to endure," the agent reassured him patiently, "this appearance only requires you to show up, no singing, a bit easier."

"Yeah," Lin Chuan replied, sitting in the bossy seat of the nanny van and closing his eyes wearily.

The agent turned off Lin Chuan's phone and set it to silent. Naturally, he saw the file message from Xu Qingyan but ignored it, turning off the screen immediately.

BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!

The studio alarm went off, waking Xu Qingyan from his groggy sleep, his head pounding.

He checked his messages, Lin Chuan hadn't replied.

He didn't think much of it; popular stars are usually busy. Non-stop appearances and commercial performances were commonplace, and many stars ended up collapsing into hospital from exhaustion.

He grabbed his keys, went downstairs to drive, and shot off a "dinner" message to Shen Jinyue.

Shen Jinyue: "When?"

"Half past," he replied, too lazy to type out full words.

At a red light, Xu Qingyan thought it over and mentioned the part-time job to Li Yang, passing along the WeChat of the contact as well, reminding her to clearly state her identity.

As the green light came on, the tires rolled over the yellow leaves by the roadside, and the taillights disappeared into the night.

Li Yang was sitting in military training uniform, surrounded by other girls in a circle. In the middle was a circular stage for new students to perform spontaneously.

The lighting in the square was dim, and only with a flashlight could you see the person next to you clearly.

A crowd of young college freshmen sat on the ground, holding up lit mobile phones above their heads as makeshift glow sticks. They swayed with the rhythm of the music, the atmosphere fiery.

She sat in the second row of the inner circle, quietly wearing her cap. The shadow hid her enviable face; occasionally she looked up at the performers, but most of the time, she lowered her head to play with her phone.

"Ohhh!!!"

A burst of cheering erupted from the circles made by the neighboring military training units, drowning out the other groups' noise – it seemed someone had made a declaration.

The next moment, a voice echoed across the field through the microphone.

"Wu Yingxue, I like you!"

Then louder cheers swept over. Many of the newcomers stood up spontaneously, flocking toward the scene of the confession. Explore more stories at empire

BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!

A piercing whistle sounded, and the reprimands from the drill instructors came from all around. The riled-up freshmen were confined to the spot, escorted back loudly by their respective instructors.

Li Yang stood still, having stood up just to avoid getting trampled. She had no interest in confessions, not even bothering to glance their way.

About five or six minutes later, the singing resumed.

This time, a freshman with a guitar on his back and wearing half-frame glasses, a rather good-looking guy, stepped up and flashed a cheerful smile to the crowd.

"Hello everyone, I am Du Yuhang from Squad Three."

A straightforward self-introduction, a confident and cheerful smile, immediately captured the attention of the girls present. The boys also cheered him on, those shouting loudest seemed to be on good terms with Du Yuhang.

Among college freshmen, there's a myth about "priority in choosing a mate," suggesting that those who stand out in military training are more likely to find love in college.

At this moment, in their eyes, Du Yuhang had already seized that very thing.

Du Yuhang gracefully said, "The song I'm bringing to you is a niche pop song, 'Qing Tian,' dedicated to a certain girl here."

Wooohhhh!!!

As soon as they heard "dedicated to a certain girl here," most of the crowd screamed. Those who prompted shouting did so fervently, and those laughing rolled together in mirth.