Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

"Going to Chang'an?" Lin Wanzhou was somewhat bewildered.

"Yeah, there's an...interview," Xu Qingyan didn't know how to put it, with the noisy crowd in the diner, he had to lean in closer, "the Spring Festival Gala's Chang'an branch venue."

"A leader over there contacted me, said to talk about it, probably to apply for a job doing odd jobs."

Lin Wanzhou directly ignored the last two words about doing odd jobs; she wasn't foolish. Which leader would specially contact someone just to hire a hand for odd jobs?

There were too many people around, so she had to lean in closer, with the hot soup on the table sending up curling wisps of steam.

"The Spring Festival Gala?"

"The wrong one, Chang'an branch venue," Xu Qingyan corrected her.

Passersby cast glances at the young couple in the corner whispering to each other and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. These days really...corrupt morals, in broad daylight they might as well cover themselves with a blanket.

"That's amazing!" The young girl was close to the small walnut table, her cheeks slightly rosy, blinking at him.

Xu Qingyan instantly felt thrilled; this was the reaction a girl should have. Not like Boss Pei who just responded with an "oh," leaving him hanging in suspense.

To be on the Spring Festival Gala, even if just to hammer a nail, it was still the Spring Festival Gala after all.

"Just so-so, eh." Xu Qingyan feigned a sigh, this time pretending to be satisfied, "After you finish recording songs early, I'll take you to the amusement park for a spin."

"Okay," Lin Wanzhou seemed exceptionally happy.

The recording studio on the first floor had floor-to-ceiling windows with a surround sound setup, sunlight streaming through the glass structure, making the building look fashionable and avant-garde.

This was a professional recording studio Lin Wanzhou often collaborated with, boasting a beautiful environment. She had made an appointment by phone in advance, and there was someone waiting for them at the entrance.

"Miss Lin, Mr. Xu, nice to see you." The receptionist, smiling with graceful posture in black stockings and high heels, said, "I've been waiting for a while, please follow me."

Xu Qingyan and Lin Wanzhou looked at each other, what VIP customer treatment?

It wasn't their first time here. The two songs Lin Wanzhou released after her show, "Fleetingly Those Years" and "If You Have Heard," as well as Xu Qingyan's "Rice Fragrance," were all recorded here.

The recording studio occupied an entire building, and after booking an appointment, customers could freely use any recording booth they preferred, almost providing the greatest freedom available to them.

A logo slogan was posted at the entrance, "Music at Will."

Being popular truly made a difference, or to be precise, Lin Wanzhou's popularity. The other party even took the initiative to reduce their fees, offering extra time and a promise of a seventy percent discount.

For Xu Qingyan who loved all kinds of discounts, listening to this was almost dizzying.

Seventy percent off, oh my goodness. Waiving various miscellaneous recording fees and adding a seventy percent discount to post-production services practically spelled free.

The recording still went as usual; the song "Smoke Turns to Rain" wasn't very challenging to sing.

Xu Qingyan stood outside the recording studio, arms crossed as he watched Lin Wanzhou trying out the mic by herself. A sound engineer sat at the console, adjusting and communicating.

"The voice isn't bright enough, change the mic," the sound engineer said.

Hearing this, Xu Qingyan immediately pushed the door and went in.

Once is an incident, twice is familiar. He had changed mics in this studio before. So he crouched down, took a mic from the box, and smoothly replaced it for Lin Wanzhou.

His actions were practiced, indistinguishable from an assistant.

Lin Wanzhou watched him without speaking, suddenly feeling a bit puzzled by his proficiency. It wasn't until a certain thought appeared in her mind that the corners of her mouth instantly drooped slightly.

Now she really felt somewhat unhappy, her mood instantly dropping.

Xu Qingyan looked up, subconsciously feeling the atmosphere was a bit off. He looked around but couldn't figure out what was wrong, completely puzzled.

The recording started, and Lin Wanzhou also began to get into the groove.

"Your goodnight, is an instinctive compassion."

"I stay up late into the night, treating dreams that speak of insomnia."

As she sang, Lin Wanzhou's heart became a tangled mix of emotions. Just a couple of days ago, she had received his goodnight message, reality aligning with the lyrics, making her feel oddly...

Although she knew that the songs he wrote were likely detached from reality, she couldn't help but ponder them.

"That handwritten letter, left at the bottom of the suitcase. There was no time, to endow it with the meaning of a journey."

As Lin Wanzhou sang, she suddenly and inexplicably thought of the segment from the love reality show where they read letters by the stove. Letters exchanged over ten years, each entrusting their own to the wind and fire.

Initially, she hadn't given it much thought, but now the more she sang, the more something felt off.

With a beep, Lin Wanzhou stopped.

Outside the recording studio, Xu Qingyan was at a loss, glancing at Lin Wanzhou who was looking down inside. The sound engineer was also baffled, leaning in close to the mic on the console to ask.

"Miss Lin, is there a problem?"

The sound engineer hadn't noticed any issues; Lin Wanzhou's performance just now was quite good. For a moment, he was puzzled, perhaps she was setting too high a standard for herself?

"Sorry, Teacher Liu, give me a moment," Lin Wanzhou bowed slightly and said, then walked out the door.

Xu Qingyan looked left and right and followed her.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, I just need a moment, I'm not quite in the right state," the young girl said, her spirits low, head down as she walked ahead, leaving the recording studio through the corridor.

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The corners of the young girl's mouth turned down even more, still sullen. They turned a corner in the hallway, instantly entering a transparent glass corner, with the wind blowing in through the half-open window.

Suddenly, she turned around, her face unhappy.

Xu Qingyan glanced at her curiously, uncertain why. He felt he was unusually patient with Lin Wanzhou, unable to explain why.

"What's really the matter?"