章 9: Chapter 9 The Water Drop Has Its Own Ideas
"Hahaha, I'm dying, Shen Jinyue's service is now free."
"That's too harsh! Shen Jinyue is probably scrolling through this as well. I guess the poor girl has cracked. Sorry, but the idea of her being free is just too funny."
After a barrage of "Shen Jinyue's service is now free" comments, the screen suddenly filled with a few discordant attacks aimed at Pei Muchan.
"Pei Muchan's popularity has plummeted lately, she's definitely on the decline and probably doesn't cost much to appear."
"She's even joining a dating show with nobodies, isn't that just giving up?"
"I don't get it, how does this kind of woman still have fans? She goes quiet for a while, then reappears on some bizarre dating show?"
Zhou Lili was angered by these comments trashing Pei Muchan, and wanted to turn them off but still wanted to read other comments. She wished she could just filter out the barrage.
"What declining state? Sister Pei is the best!"
She retorted to the air, and continued scrolling with patience, feeling indifferent towards the male guests. Although there was one particularly handsome, none of them had any standout qualities.
It wasn't until she saw Liu Renzhi, who watched Pei Muchan with a face full of tenderness, that Zhou Lili instantly lowered her head, pausing the video and started typing furiously.
"Ew! Creepy guy, stop staring at my Sister Pei!"
The screen was so crowded with comments that her message was instantly drowned out in the sea of comments.
The appearance of the third female guest in the trailer sparked another round of heated discussion, with most comments praising Song Enya's luxurious outfit and her stunning E-cup figure.
"Wuwuwu! Sister, I can! Don't be so rigid with genders!"
"This face is just too perfect, matched with such a great figure, totally unbeatable! I declare her the queen!"
"Such big and fair melons!"
"Bro, count me in!"
Zhou Lili pursed her lips muttering 'vixen', then scrolled through the progress bar until Pei Muchan's face appeared again, stopping there.
In the video, Xu Qingyan expressed his distaste for zero-degree steak, and was 'kindly' educated by the other male guests. Pei Muchan, standing aside, frowned, which was captured just right by the camera.
In the next second, the video cut to Pei Muchan whispering in Xu Qingyan's ear, and suddenly the comments exploded!
"Who is this guy?"
"Stay away from my Sister Pei!"
"Knife in hand! Kill Xu dog!"
"Could this be her non-celebrity boyfriend? Using this opportunity for an official announcement?"
"Get lost! My Sister Pei could never fall for someone else, absolutely impossible, this is the malicious editing of the unscrupulous production crew!"
Zhou Lili frowned, as a devoted follower of Pei's sect, she knew for sure Pei Muchan would never have a non-celebrity boyfriend.
After all, ever since her debut, Pei Muchan always made a name for herself with her albums; she rarely made public appearances, even her official Weibo was handled by the studio staff.
If she really had one, with her personality, she wouldn't hide it. After all, including Zhou Lili, the solid fans were all won over by Pei Muchan's works.
"Who is this guy?" she paused the video, zooming in on Xu Qingyan's photo, but still, no recollection.
The trailer's end edited by the show's team featured the three ladies, including Pei Muchan and Xu Qingyan, at a table opposite Song Enya embraced by three men, with You Zijun left alone in the middle.
At the same time, the scene was accompanied by an off-screen voice reading the rules for going to the beach love house, instantly ratcheting up the tense atmosphere.
This image of a 'one king three queens' world painting immediately got people excited, involuntarily filling their minds with fantasies of a war between the king of the sea and the queens.
Especially the bewildered expression on You Zijun's face at the end, it was too comical to keep a straight face.
"Hahaha, this guy is dumbfounded."
"Bro's inner OS: Did I walk into the wrong set? Why am I the only one in this romance reality show?"
"Interesting (smirks devilishly), you little provocative show, you've successfully piqued the interest of this CEO. Just you wait, I'll watch you intensively tomorrow morning!"
A bold title "Love Hunter" appeared slowly amidst flames, with a strong warfare vibe, accompanied by the buzzing sound of metal vibrations.
Tomorrow at 8 o'clock, premiering before editing, feel free to taste.
Afterward, the screen dimmed.
Having watched the preview, Zhou Lili lay sprawled on her bed, feeling inexplicably complex emotions.
Too much information. Pei Muchan's appearance on the romance reality show was completely unexpected; there had been no hint of it beforehand, and she was even more worried that the netizens' predictions would come true.
Give up? Or is it a desperate attempt to transition into a variety entertainer?
Whether it's the former or the latter, it wasn't good news for their die-hard fans. As a fan herself, Zhou Lili hoped more that Pei Muchan would shine again on the music stage.
"Sigh, better set an alarm before I sleep," she said as she turned over in bed.
......
"Is setting the alarm for seven o'clock...too early?"
Xu Qingyan, just out of the shower, was shirtless, his muscle contours as perfect as a sculpture's. Truly embodying the phrase 'slim when clothed, impressive when bare.'
He gently slid his finger across the screen, accidentally leaving a streak of water, causing the phone interface to jump chaotically as if electrified.
A droplet made the phone switch screens several times, finally freezing on the saved expression pack of panda heads in the chat box. His heart skipped a beat, and his thumb frantically swiped left to no avail.
Swish!
It was sent!
Hisss!
In that instant, Xu Qingyan's pupils dilated, and he immediately wiped away the droplet to retract the message. Whirling around, he saw the screen blank except for "You have retracted a message," along with a nickname at the top.
"Lin Wanzhou."
He immediately tossed his phone onto the bed and held his breath for half a minute.
Good, no activity whatsoever.
He edged over to the side of the bed, not to say he was nervous, but he was indeed feeling a bit jittery at that moment. Reaching for his phone was like defusing a bomb.
Fortunately, nothing happened. Xu Qingyan picked up his phone, opened Lin Wanzhou's WeChat, and saw that the other's nickname was just a dot, the profile picture blank, and the moments visible only for three days.
A sense of cold indifference washed over him; the account was practically empty.
Xu Qingyan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that made sense. Lin Wanzhou was a rising pop diva, definitely not from his world, so how could she possibly see his message?
It was highly likely just a work account; Xu Qingyan even forgot when he added it, and it seemed like her assistant managed everything, and he got added in confusion.
During that birthday banquet, the other party only contacted him through an assistant's call. He had thought he would meet her in person, but ended up getting the cold shoulder instead.
After that, Xu Qingyan's brief hope for friendship with Lin Wanzhou faded. Although he felt a bit disappointed, he understood; after all, she was a big star, so no big deal.
Not to mention the message he just retracted, even if he used it as a memo for himself, there would be no response from the other end.
After pondering, Xu Qingyan left the chat.
We're just casual acquaintances, no need to overthink it.
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