Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

"What online class? Can I borrow it?" Xu Qingyan stretched out his hand and took the last dirty plate to rinse under the tap, asking seriously.

The speaker was unintentional, but the listener had purpose in mind.

Although currently, he could rely on his singing, with Pei Muchan composing the arrangement, to complete a song. But arranging wasn't an unlearnable skill, nor could he depend on Pei Muchan forever.

Asking her once, Pei Muchan might treat it as a bit of fun.

If he repeatedly asked Pei Muchan to do the work of listening to songs and recognizing tunes, it would seem like Xu Qingyan was too thoughtless.

"Qing Tian" only had a short intro at the moment, and even though he was very confident about the future potential of "Qing Tian," it still hadn't been released to test the waters.

The love-focused reality show only lasted for a brief seven days; even if "Qing Tian" was released, Xu Qingyan wasn't sure if Pei Muchan would agree to his so-called profit-sharing method.

Usually, singers would buy songs outright with money.

One song isn't enough to support an entire album, and Pei Muchan hadn't mentioned her future plans to him. What if... she really planned to retire, or wanted to take a break lately?

If the relationship cooled off for a while, it was uncertain whether it could be picked up again.

Collaboration also depended on the other person's agreement. A pop diva on the decline was still a diva, and Pei Muchan wasn't without her share of hits.

The reality was that he had a music library, but wanted to leverage Pei Muchan's fame to make money quickly.

Pei Muchan had experienced the highs and could now afford to relax.

So from the beginning, Xu Qingyan positioned himself correctly. Even though he knew the quality of the songs he copied was outstanding, he didn't harbor the illusion that Pei Muchan would definitely help him build his career.

Favors would only dwindle with use, especially when the relationship between both parties wasn't firm. So... he still needed to seriously learn what should be learned.

"It's convenient, what's inconvenient about it?" Shen Jinyue carelessly said, "Give me your phone to use for a second."

"It's in my pocket." Xu Qingyan finished washing the blue-glazed plate, placing it gently to the side.

Just as he was about to wash his hands, Shen Jinyue suddenly walked up beside him. Without any warning, she reached her hand directly into his left trouser pocket and fished around, taking out the phone.

"What's the password?"

Xu Qingyan was startled; even the motion of washing his hands slowed down, "4399."

"Huh???" Shen Jinyue looked puzzled, as if struck by lightning from the inside out; while inputting the password, she said, "You're so childish!"

"What's that supposed to mean, what are you saying! I'm childish? Who could outdo you, changing your mind in studies, but resolute when it comes to eating."

Watching the two squabble again, the live chat was delighted, laughing out loud.

Pei Muchan stood to the side, bowed her head, and meticulously removed the rubber gloves for washing dishes. In front of the camera, her expression was calm, without a ripple. Experience the epic saga on m_vl-em|p-yr

After quite a while, Shen Jinyue handed the phone back to Xu Qingyan, saying.

"All set, the app and account are sorted, and I've saved my contact info. Add me yourself, and if you can't log in next time, just tell me, a screenshot or scan of a code will do."

"If you don't understand something in the future, don't ask me, because I don't get it either."

"Thank you."

Xu Qingyan reached out to take the phone, thinking that Shen Jinyue was indeed nice, but he didn't know if there would be a next time. He needed to hurry and finish the classes to feel at ease.

Most people seemed to have this mentality: a free course that they freeloaded seemed to be more precious than one offered for free.

He fiddled with the phone for a while and discovered that the account also had the privilege of one-on-one tutoring sessions. But then again, with Shen Jinyue being a little rich girl, it was likely that the courses she purchased wouldn't come cheap.

"I'm going upstairs to rest," Pei Muchan suddenly spoke up, her tone gentle, "I'm a bit tired, you guys chat, I'll excuse myself first."

"Ah, then I'll go too!" Shen Jinyue hurriedly followed.

Hearing this, Xu Qingyan looked at Pei Muchan with confusion, noticing she was giving him an inquiring look. He instinctively nodded and hummed in affirmation.

Chen Feiyu and Nian Shuyu were live-streaming in the living room, chatting casually with their respective fans.

Back in the room.

He snuggled into the couch, looking tired. He was about to watch a music theory class when his phone suddenly buzzed, and a message popped up at the top of the screen.

Lin Wanzhou: "I also have a music theory online course."

Huh???

Xu Qingyan instinctively turned his head but saw no sign of the filming crew in the room.

His mind was a bit foggy, and his fingertips were still hovering over the screen to open the music class. In that moment, it was uncertain whether to click it or respond to the message...

The question was, why was it her?

Before he could figure it out, another message came through with a rustle.

"How about it?"

This time he couldn't ignore it, and he opened the WeChat chat window, staring at the blank gray avatar. After hesitating for a few seconds, he replied with a question mark.

In the back seat of the Buick GL8 nanny car, Lin Wanzhou handed her phone to Qi Ting and blinked.

"Ting Ting, how should I respond?"

The keen strategist Qi Ting looked puzzled, scratched her head, and calmly instructed.

"Just reply... 'I just watched the live stream.'

With a rustle, the message was sent.

Xu Qingyan glanced at it and wasn't sure whether this account really belonged to Lin Wanzhou. He replied casually.

"No need, I already have a course, thanks."

Lin Wanzhou took a look, felt somewhat upset, and handed her phone to Qi Ting again.

"Ting Ting, what should I do now?"

"This is absurd, she's like talking to a brick wall." Qi Ting saw Lin Wanzhou's spirits were low, coughed to clear her throat, and said, "Sister Zhou Zhou, it's okay."

"I still have a strategy, let's try again."

"What should I send?" Lin Wanzhou was a bit anxious.

"Send..."

Ding-dong, Xu Qingyan opened the message, Lin Wanzhou: "You can ask me if you don't understand."

He frowned, typed a long string of words, almost sent it, but then stopped. Pressing the delete key, he erased everything and replied with one line.

"Okay, thanks."

Lin Wanzhou completely shut down, hunched in the back seat, staring at her phone without uttering a word.

"Sister Zhou Zhou, don't be like this." Qi Ting swallowed, "He agreed, right? This proves that he... he has accepted your kindness."

Lin Wanzhou still didn't speak, continuing to stare blankly at her phone.

At that moment, someone knocked on the car window. Wen Yun had returned, stepping in her red high heels. Climbing into the car, she saw Lin Wanzhou in a self-imposed exile in the back seat and was taken aback.

"Qi Ting, what happened to your Sister Zhou Zhou?"

"No... nothing, she's just a bit tired," Qi Ting said somewhat embarrassedly, trying to cover up poorly, "Um, Sister Yun, did the collaboration go through?"

"I don't know, they need to think about it. It'll be a while before we know." Wen Yun leaned back in the passenger seat, rubbing her temples, her voice somewhat groggy.

"Zhouzhou's album can't be delayed any longer. If it really comes down to it, I'll talk to Chen old dog, see if he'll give up that song for Zhouzhou's album as the lead track."