Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Although Pei was older in age, he was not computer illiterate.

He had no respect for celebrities and even declared that if anyone tried to date a boyfriend from the entertainment industry, he would break her legs. In Old Comrade Pei's eyes, only three professions were acceptable.

Civil servant, teacher, doctor.

In her family, from the numerous aunts to various cousins, if they were not police officers, they were doctors. Or they worked in courts and procuratorates; most of them were ingrained in the system, except for her, who deviated from the norm.

More than once, Old Comrade Pei lamented that he had lost face, although she did not understand how being a singer could cause such disgrace. She never even took commercial performances, at most holding concerts.

There were times when concerts didn't make money, and she almost lost money once.

At some moment, driven by some inexplicable impulse, she thought, isn't Xu Qingyan also considered to be part of the system now? After all, he's close with the main creative team of the Spring Festival Gala.

Her mind was awash with a whirlwind of thoughts, and as a result, she couldn't taste anything from her meal.

After eating, the two got in the car, and as they drove, Pei Muchan suddenly realized they were not on the way home. Curiosity got the better of her, and she turned her head to look at Xu Qingyan in the driver's seat.

"Where to?"

"Just for a walk, to enjoy the simple pleasures of the common folk."

"Sure."

Pei Muchan let out a soft sigh, her expression relaxing. She quite liked these trivial matters; she had made and saved enough money in her lifetime, she had seen enough of it.

When the car stopped, she followed him and walked a few steps forward, and saw a brightly lit carousel in the distance.

As she stared blankly, Xu Qingyan had already returned with tickets.

Pei Muchan looked at the glowing carousel, the soothing music resonating in her ears, and she could no longer make out what followed. All she could hear was her heartbeat gradually speeding up.

...

The next day.

Lin Chuan and a few others gathered together, stealing a moment amidst their busy schedules to have lunch.

While chatting casually, he mentioned to his agent, Wei Shaojiang, about Xu Qingyan joining the Spring Festival Gala's main creative team, and Wei's reaction was more vehement than he had anticipated.

"Impossible!"

"What place is the Spring Festival Gala? Teacher Xu writing songs for the Gala?" Wei Shaojiang shook his head vehemently, "That place is where stars go first, then the shows are customized for them."

"Not writing songs, I heard he joined the Chang'an venue's main creative team," Lin Chuan speculated, "Maybe it's for a music and dance project. It's not easy to ask about these things."

"Oh, a sub-venue." The agent calmed down, picked up a chopstick full of food but before eating, added, "Logically, he shouldn't be on it either."

"No offense to him, but with just three months in the industry, suddenly climbing so high. If it gets pointed out, it's bound to cause controversy."

"It shouldn't, Brother Xu's abilities are clear for all to see." Lin Chuan wasn't too concerned, "We'll just congratulate him privately, netizens shouldn't be that idle."

As if to confirm his prediction, that afternoon someone dug up a post.

A blogger with the ID Quentinyyds posted, [The Spring Festival Gala's creative team is too inclusive. I'm feeling ambitious, it seems I could do it too!]

"I've been closely following the Spring Festival Gala since its early preparations and I noticed something back then. I was shocked when I saw the photo of the Chang'an venue's creative team that was released yesterday!"

"I really don't mean to target anyone, just a bit curious. The young creator on the side seems to have just entered the industry and has only written a few songs."

"Honestly, I'm not being resentful. After all, the theme of the Spring Festival Gala is inclined towards traditional culture."

"But now, it's hard to see any connection between Xu Qingyan and traditional culture. He writes love songs. To be honest, they just don't fit."

"I just hope the relevant departments can be more rigorous and not too double-standard. The aspects that need to be strictly controlled still need to be, to prevent some from taking advantage of the chaos."

As soon as the post went out, public opinion began to ferment rapidly.

Xu Qingyan, unaware, was still pondering over songwriting in his studio. He had just bought two tickets to the amusement park on his phone and needed to keep his promise to take Lin Wanzhou to the amusement park the next day.

Truth be told, the past couple of days had been even more tiring than his time working in Chang'an.

But with great power comes great responsibility.

Yesterday, he had taken Pei Muchan on the carousel, tomorrow it would be Lin Wanzhou's turn. Whether it was a Ferris wheel or a roller coaster, they would enjoy whatever was available.

Buzz, a message from Zhou Mian came through. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

"Brother Xu, when did you join the Spring Festival Gala's creative team?"

"Correction, it's the sub-venue. Didn't I tell you?" Xu Qingyan feigned ignorance, "What's up, are you interested too? Want to contribute something?"

"No, I work in props. Lesser pay, more work." Zhou Mian declined gracefully.

Sush, a screenshot of the post came through.

"Brother Xu, you're being slandered."

Hearing this, Xu Qingyan looked confused. He hadn't checked his Weibo since Ji Chen went in. What's this about slander? It's been years since he played the big boss.

He carefully examined the screenshot, became even more baffled, and forwarded it to Gan Wenchang.

A moment later, Gan Wenchang replied.

"Damn, Quentin, this is definitely that idiot Zou Lewei."

"This guy is truly disgusting. Pretending not to be envious yet posting with an alternate account," he sent a voice message, "Brother Xu, what's the plan? Should we ask Director Ji?"

Xu Qingyan logged into his main account and saw the original post, reading it word for word.

"No need, I'll think of something myself."

"No, bro, this can be a big deal or a small one," Gan Wenchang tried to persuade him earnestly, "The director wouldn't replace you over this, but if the public opinion blows up..."