Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

"Does Xu the mutt have no shame, he can't possibly think that Sister Pei would like a low-class person like him, a complete country bumpkin who can't recognize reality!"

"Pure deer people, among the nine guests, Xu the mutt is the most disgusting, acting all high and mighty yet pretending to be the good guy. Are the directors blind, only looking at appearances and not character?"

Just as Pei Muchan was about to speak, Xu Qingyan used his body to block her with a side step. He didn't get angry; on the contrary, he carefully examined everyone when Bai Jinze started speaking.

Among the eight people, except for Shen Jinyue, who was a total knucklehead mixed in, the seating arrangement of the others was extremely brilliant, complex enough to write a million-word novel on the spot.

This is what a real romance reality show is about, it's not filled with normal people. Weathercocks, double standard bearers, faking misunderstandings, white lotus affairs, and queen bee showdowns—these are the real highlights!

Moral coercion can only restrict those who have morals.

"If you can speak well, then speak well; if not, go sit with the children."

"I'm really easy to get along with, if we don't get along, maybe you should look for the reason in yourself." Xu Qingyan held a bottle of Snow beer and drank from a wineglass, his long legs tossed aside, looking nonchalant.

"Bro, I'm a cultured man; I reflect on myself thrice daily, understand? I don't think I'm in the wrong."

Bai Jinze was dumbfounded by the rebuke; he never expected Xu Qingyan to completely disregard his image in front of the cameras, acting completely off the rails and insane.

This was exactly what he wanted, Bai Jinze would have loved for Xu Qingyan to lose his temper, kick up a fuss throughout the whole show and then be booted out in disgrace.

This kind of layman entering a romance show must have spent a hefty sum.

After all, not everyone has such industry resources. Although he was already very approachable, he was still bitten by this lowly mongrel. He must teach him a lesson.

Get him kicked out first, then incite his fans to dox him.

If he's working, report his company; if his family owns a shop, make it go bankrupt; if he has family members who are teachers or civil servants, that's even better—organize a report against them directly.

"Calm down, we can sit and talk," Bai Jinze advised with feigned sincerity, "I think there must be some misunderstanding; just clear it up and it'll be fine."

"I love to tell the truth, though your cooking skills are trash, you're quite good at fanning the flames!"

"Why should it be what you think; what is there to explain?" Xu Qingyan retorted, "What's wrong with speaking directly? Did it mess with the feng shui of your house?"

"We can't communicate like this, we have no common language," Bai Jinze said with a shrug, a pained smile on his face.

"Sorry, I majored in C language, we indeed have no common language."

"What?"

Xu Qingyan didn't respond to him and instead turned with the silent Pei Muchan, heading upstairs. As he reached the corner of the stairs and looked back, the remaining people in the living room were silent.

On a screen that the guests could not see, the popularity of the live broadcast had skyrocketed to an all-time high since the beginning of the show, and the barrage of comments went crazy.

"Holy shit, C language, Xu the dog's gone mad!"

"First time seeing such an uncouth person, taking advantage of my Pigeon's kindness, utterly disgusting! Where did the show crew find this believer in rumors, get him out!"

"To be fair, the pretty boy is no saint either, just stoking the flames!"

"Wasn't planning on watching, but now I can't help but watch! First time feeling the urge to jump into a live broadcast and fight for someone!"

Behind the scenes at the program group, the directors collectively exploded.

Conflict and quarrels among romance show guests have become an overplayed script in today's variety show world, even jealousy and fighting are tales from past editions.

But such a dramatic confrontation, especially an amateur clashing with a star, is considered unique even in the absurdity compilation of romance shows.

Almost simultaneously, the first trending topic about "Love Hunter" climbed up the ranking list as fast as a wild dog being released from its cage. Clicking on it revealed a collection of Xu Qingyan's clapbacks.

Director Chen Fufeng was utterly dumbfounded. Despite all his calculations, he never expected the show to hit the trending searches in this manner. And it was driven to the top by fans, with a rather lengthy title.

#BattleForPeiMuchan, Ordinary People Versus Third-rate Celebrities Fight#

Bai Jinze's smile vanished the fastest. It was one thing to climb up the trending list like this, but to be labeled as a third-rate celebrity?!

Thank you so much, people! (Grinding teeth)

In front of the camera, Bai Jinze, ever the professional, could only maintain a smile, revealing eight of his teeth. That's life; you can't fight back, you can only be pinned down and have your work checked over and over.

"Director! What should we do?" A nobody kept refreshing the trending list, watching the topic climb from the very bottom, almost breaking out in pimples from the anxiety.

"What to do, just let it cool down," Chen Fufeng pressed his philtrum, "Withdrawing from trending searches is too expensive, our budget is running out, and we can't waste it on such pointless things."

"But..."

"For now, just persuade Xu not to speak recklessly. If this happens again, I can't continue being a director," Chen Fufeng said, sitting in the lounge chair and shakily pulling out his phone from his pants.

Considering that Xu Qingyan was currently with Pei Muchan, he decided to send a WeChat message instead.

Director Chen: "Xu, watch your words a bit, the production team is under a lot of pressure."

No more than three seconds after the message was sent, the reply came.

Xu: "Got it."

Chen Fufeng stared at the words "Got it," and was instantly dumbstruck. He frenetically typed a whole line of text, thought about it, and then deleted it.

Forget it, the first million-dollar plea was to keep things discreet. Any further and it's like tying our hands and feet.

In the room.

"What are you doing, smiling so happily like that?" Pei Muchan asked, looking at Xu Qingyan standing by the window responding to messages with curiosity.

"Nothing, just praying to the God of Wealth," Xu Qingyan coughed and pulled open all three cans of Snow beer, "I don't sleep very well, I'm used to having some alcohol before bed."

"You don't mind, do you?"

"Hmm?" Pei Muchan sat on the edge of the bed, the chain between them now extended to five meters, "I don't mind, but you have sleep issues?"

"Yeah, it's an old problem," Xu Qingyan poured the beer into a clean wine glass, gave it a swirl, and offered it in her direction, "Want a sip?"

"No, thank you," Pei Muchan shook her head, pursed her lips, and after hesitating for a moment, said, "I also don't sleep well during naps, but I'm used to taking sleeping pills."

"Medicine is always somewhat toxic," he said, taking several sips of the wheat juice.

"Isn't drinking harmful to your health too?" she asked curiously.

"Indeed it is harmful to the body, but not to the heart," Xu Qingyan raised his wine glass elegantly, "Sleeping pills make you more suppressed the more you take them, alcohol makes you more spirited the more you drink."

"With my condition, moderate drinking is definitely better than sleeping pills. Want to give it a try?"

Looking at the swaying glass of yellow wine, Pei Muchan was truly tempted.

But then she thought about the sleeping pills she had brought with her, still in her suitcase back in the room. If Xu Qingyan fell asleep and she was left alone in this room playing with her phone, wouldn't that be terribly boring?