Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

At three in the afternoon, Lin Wanzhou received a message from Xu Qingyan.

"Why aren't you speaking?"

Lin Wanzhou immediately replied with an emoticon, "poke poke," but refused to type any words. The girl had such odd thoughts, trying to guess them was like finding a needle in a haystack.

"Are you in the studio?"

Her heart shrunk tightly when she saw that message. The air conditioning was a bit too cold, making her involuntarily shrink her neck and her shoulders hunched up.

The absurd laughter from Qi Ting watching short videos echoed throughout the office, the bewitching music inundating the air.

What was he asking this for? Is he coming here?

Perhaps Lin Wanzhou was so stunned for too long that Xu Qingyan sent over a question mark, startling her so much that her hand trembled as she hurriedly replied to the message.

She typed a "Hmm," but stopped her finger just as she was about to send it.

In a rush, she deleted it and frantically typed a bunch, only to end up deleting it all until it was just one line.

"Yes, I'm in the studio."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

Lin Wanzhou blinked her eyes and when she belatedly realized she hadn't misread the message, her ears suddenly reddened. She swallowed, turning to look for Qi Ting.

"Hahaha, this person is so funny." Qi Ting was sprawled in her computer chair, shaking with laughter, "Sister Zhou Zhou, I shared a video with you, watch it quick."

"Hm? Sister Zhou Zhou, why is your face so red?"

"No, it's just a bit hot." Lin Wanzhou fanned herself, her cheeks flushing pink.

Qi Ting watched as Lin Wanzhou awkwardly made her way to the window, then with a whoosh, she flung open the office window. The stuffy breeze blew in, dispersing the chill air conditioning of the office.

"????"

"Eh?" Qi Ting was utterly baffled.

Isn't it, if you're hot, why would you open the window? Could it be a fever?

She came closer and saw Lin Wanzhou standing by the window, looking out at the quiet park path. Her hand didn't stop fanning the air, her face flushed and her eyes shimmering with a thin layer of tears.

Lin Wanzhou turned around, gravely said, "Ting Ting, I need to step out for a bit."

"Where to?" Qi Ting was momentarily confused, her hand covering Lin Wanzhou's forehead, "Sister Zhou Zhou, are you feeling unwell? Do you want me to go with you?"

"To the entrance."

Once she mentioned the entrance, Qi Ting got it, it must be that Teacher Xu had arrived.

She calculated the days; "Love Hunter"'s fourth episode was probably airing tomorrow, and "I Am the Song King" would be on next week.

"Love Hunter" was about to feature two pop divas on the same screen, competing for the same male guest. She bet that once the real episode aired, the trending searches would explode again.

Even though Teacher Xu didn't appear much in "I Am the Song King," both divas had thanked him for writing songs for them, both unaware of each other's involvement at that time.

Thinking of this, Qi Ting couldn't help but gasp.

The high quality of "In a Hurry That Year" and "Late Marriage," coupled with the blow-up of reality show elements, she dared not imagine how explosively famous Teacher Xu would become that day.

It was like Emperor Qin stepping on an electric door, a smash hit.

...

Mid-September was still scorching hot, the afternoon heat churned in waves. The air was filled with the scent of freshly cut rice stalks, not particularly pleasant.

After getting out of the car, he saw someone standing ahead from a distance, guessing it was Lin Wanzhou.

Upon a closer look, it indeed was her.

"It's so hot, why did you come out?" Teacher Xu meant well, but his words didn't exactly come out nicely, "You'll get tanned if you stay out here any longer, and next week on the show, they won't be able to find you once the lights are off."

"...I won't get tanned." Lin Wanzhou was wearing a girly T-shirt, its material puffed up like an offended Lycoperdon, seemingly expressing its discontent.

"Hey, still angry?" he suddenly asked.

"Angry about what?" Lin Wanzhou refused to admit it, her voice faint, her neck reddening slightly in the afternoon sun, "I'm not."

Since she wouldn't admit it, Xu Qingyan didn't press on, planning to find an appropriate time to discuss it.

"Let's not stand here, let's go inside."

"Oh."

Xu Qingyan had been here before; he knew the way.

He knew Wen Yun rarely came to the studio, and since they lived close by, there was no need to worry about safety. Qi Ting accompanied Lin Wanzhou in the studio, reminding her to practice writing and singing songs.

Lin Wanzhou fell half a step behind him, her gaze downcast, her efforts to mask her emotions full of holes.

"What are you here for?"

"Can't I come without reason?" he asked.

"Impossible, you would be with her if you had no reason." Lin Wanzhou suddenly lifted her eyes, her gaze moving from down to up, settling on his nose before stopping.

She turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.

"You have a good relationship... why would you remember me."

"No, I have a good relationship with everyone." Xu Qingyan coughed, changing the subject, "I wrote a few lines of a song and wanted you to listen to the effect."

"A song, is it for next week's competition?" she asked.

"Hmm, it's not settled yet, but I wanted to try it out with you. There's no music score, so I'll sing a line in the practice room and you follow along."

"Oh."

When they entered the studio, Qi Ting greeted Xu Qingyan with a cheery smile.

"Good afternoon, Teacher Xu."

"Good afternoon, are you free later? I'd like to treat you to a meal." Xu Qingyan started with an invitation to eat; he couldn't possibly stay here every day.

Seizing the opportunity to invite them for a meal, how much could two young girls eat? Eating together often would naturally strengthen their relationship, and the more important the relationship, the more time it needs to be maintained.

He had made quite a bit of money recently, it's just that most of it hadn't been credited to his account yet.

The copyright distribution for the songs sung on "I Am the Song King" was quite complex, involving a layer of profit to be peeled away. But given the anticipated re-recording of these two songs into singles afterward.

Generally, lyric and music compositions are outright purchases, either time-limited buyouts or royalties plus buyouts. The earnings include live performances after release, divided between online and offline platforms.