Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 210: Elopement? Before sunset, while still innocent, take her to see the world's splendor.



"Oh, got it." Lin Wanzhou pouted, looking aggrieved.

Writing songs is truly a painful affair, just like trying to pour dumplings through the spout of a teapot. Whether it's arranging music or writing lyrics, both are suffocating.

The entire process is akin to writing a graduation thesis, look at others' work, then think about your own.

Oh, the first step is... to start a game.

Before songwriting, everyone else's works seem like trash, but after songwriting, I become the trash.

Lin Wanzhou wasn't in too bad of a state, at least she had a strong desire to express herself. Arranging music was passable, but when it came to writing lyrics, she'd run out of words, lacking any sense of imagery.

A few mere words, longing to meet the needs of imagery, uniqueness, and artistic conception.

She found it hard, but didn't see even the slightest hint of difficulty in Xu Qingyan. Although she had known for a long time that Xu Qingyan had an extraordinarily demonic talent, she hadn't expected it to be this demonic.

Every singer-songwriter feels an indescribable pressure in the face of a supreme genius. It's hard to understand why the same brain could be so different.

Half an hour later.

"I'm done writing, I need a break." She slumped onto the table, unwilling to move any further.

Xu Qingyan was somewhat helpless but wasn't in too much of a hurry. As long as the two ladies could produce a new album within half a year, moving too fast wasn't necessarily a good thing.

This was their six-month plan, to create an album without a music video.

Whether Pei Muchan or Lin Wanzhou broke out, Xu Qingyan would benefit from it. By that time, releasing a few songs of his own, his value would be incomparably higher.

"Alright, you rest first, we'll call it a day." He suddenly felt like a family tutor, and a free one at that, for after all, people are more charming than money.

Sometimes, Xu Qingyan felt lost himself, not knowing how long his current situation could last. Would he still be able to run between two places after a year? Or should he continue managing the studio.

No matter what, it wasn't the outcome he wanted.

His half-year plan was to accumulate capital, and when the subsequent income divisions catch up. In about six months, gathering six million, he would be able to directly start a media company.

In the entertainment industry, there are a number of stars who are both artists and bosses. However, most are making investments or diversifying into the restaurant business to harvest their fan-based leeks.

Very few can come from the entertainment industry, start their own media company, and then re-enter the fray.

Everyone knows it's an age where entertainment is king, knows that releasing songs and making TV shows and movies make money. But the likelihood of a flop is also high, a crash means debts to pay off at sea.

After all, whether it's industry connections or capital flow, in the end, it still comes down to the issue of having actual works—the operation can't take off without something real.

You can't become fat with just one bite. He has ambitions that he can't discuss with others, so everything must progress gradually.

"Okay then, can you take me out to play today?" Lin Wanzhou asked, her head turned while lying on the table, her eyes revealing a bit of craftiness, "Sister Yun isn't here today."

Xu Qingyan felt like an impulsive youth, as if he was about to abduct an innocent girl while her parents weren't around. But although he felt extremely uneasy, he still had to abduct her.

And not just abduct, but go at it hammer and tongs.

"You've been to quite a few places already, how about we go mountain riding today?" he suddenly proposed, "Zhou Mian has a motorcycle, and he mentioned lending it to me to have some fun."

"Ah?" Lin Wanzhou's eyes went blank, "What's…?"

"Leisure riding, Zhou Mian told me about a place where not many people go." Xu Qingyan thought Lin Wanzhou was worried about safety and hurriedly explained.

"I have a driver's license, and he has all the gear. We'll just go for a ride... steer clear of those competitive riders and take a leisurely couple of laps. It's quite relaxing."

He valued his life greatly, not mixing in with those living on the edge on their bikes. Mountain racing and high-speed cornering, pure recklessness—if he wanted that, he'd go to a racetrack.

Being too fast in racing parlance means one thing—swift delivery. Some people race at 200 mph and the Grim Reaper hasn't even put the pen down before they rack up n achievements.

"Oh oh, should I change clothes?" Lin Wanzhou suddenly became excited, believing in Xu Qingyan. He was the kind who'd rather risk himself than take others on dangerous adventures.

"Yes, I'll take you to buy clothes later."

After lunch.

Xu Qingyan first gave Zhou Mian a heads-up, then took Lin Wanzhou to buy a full set of gear, which was, of course, outrageously expensive. However, he didn't blink an eye when spending the money.

The money he had earned that half-year, most of which he had sent to his mom, in total was over a million. He wanted to do something significant, but it wasn't quite enough, leaving him with fifty thousand in hand.

Planning to earn a start-up fund of over six million in the next half-year, he'd throw it into setting up a company without blinking an eye, blatantly burning cash.

He'd entered the game empty-handed, fearless of loss. If by chance he lost everything, he would simply pull back, with two rising divas still backing him, preventing a collapse.

So, save where you must, spend where it counts.

After they finished buying equipment, they excitedly drove to Zhou Mian's apartment. Zhou Mian was already waiting for them downstairs. Seeing Xu Qingyan bringing Lin Wanzhou, he paused.

Damn it, you said you wanted to borrow the bike for a slow ride.

You didn't say you planned on bringing a little diva with you, damn, although I don't know why, it still makes me want to call you a scumbag! Bloody impulsive youth, you really deserve to die!

Zhou Mian felt a pang of envy sour enough to turn into a lemon, yet still smiled.

"Brother Xu, be safe."

"Yeah, I know, just a short ride where there are few people and then we'll come back." Xu Qingyan nodded, appearing very persuasive, "Just slow riding, a few laps and we'll return."

Once they were dressed in gear, Lin Wanzhou carefully mounted the motorcycle and gingerly wrapped her arms around his waist.


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