Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Chapter 103: Chapter 103 If you've heard something bad about me (Extra for winfourwin)

The production team acted swiftly, suppressing the trending topic and stirring the waters with a fleet of paid trolls.

Under the most viral post, the comment section for [Love Variety Scumbag Juggling Eight Boats] was instantly bombarded, like someone insane was fighting with their own reflection.

A user with a little bear avatar commented, "Has Xu Qingyan gone crazy for money or what, dressing up as a poor guy fantasy and juggling eight boats, where does he get the face to say such crap!"

A string of bizarre and outrageous comments began to appear, starting with skepticism and then escalating to wild abandon.

"It's definitely true, I'm his classmate. Xu Qingyan was not only dating eight girls at the same time, but he was also seeing three female teachers, everyone in our dorm knew."

"I bear witness, Xu Qingyan even fought with school leaders during class, pulling their hats off and scattering them on the ground!"

"What a damn scoundrel, I'm from the neighboring school, Xu Qingyan took apart the water pipes on the outside wall of our girls' dorm. The security department called the police, but they just couldn't catch that kid!"

"Xu Qingyan, I know him, he's a fricking beast. Doesn't spare widows, heard he fooled around with a widow with a child in the residential area next to the school."

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The focus of the comment section gradually shifted, with some white-washing Xu Qingyan, some posing as impartial observers. Some created sky-high rumors, making the content of the three-thousand-word post seem ridiculous by comparison.

The paid trolls had some use, those who clicked in from the trending list read the lengthy post and were about to vent, but after glancing at the comments below, they became bewildered.

Isn't this deception of public emotion? To be notorious is also to be famous, right?

Trash talk! Lay it on thick!

Thus, even more comments got sucked into the vortex, and after a mere three hours of fermentation, the comment section was a chaotic mix of keyboard warriors and moral saints, boiling sheep and barking dogs alike.

The post's comments increased, but its weight dropped, and the heat slowly faded.

The matter was, in fact, simple to resolve—it all came down to money. The production team had accepted so many ads they wished even the toilets could be made of pure gold, and cutting off a trending topic was a cakewalk for them.

The public doesn't need the truth, the internet has no memory, it only wants entertainment.

Even the most outlandish rumors have believers, and then they ask, "Is it true?"

At nightfall, eight o'clock.

The darkness of the night shrouded everything, the typhoon ebbed, and a light scattering of rain fell.

In the living room of Love House on the first floor, Xu Qingyan faced the camera with a somewhat bewildered expression. Then suddenly he turned to look at the several male guests behind him, his face showing confusion.

"What are you following me for?"

"Nothing much, just curious, wanted to come over and see," Bai Jinze said with a smile.

"Oh," Xu Qingyan thought for a moment, then suddenly tilted his chin in Bai Jinze's direction, "Since you're curious, I'll send you packing tomorrow, let you go home and watch at your leisure."

"You... you're breaking the game rules!" Bai Jinze's face instantly turned ugly, "You can't do that, you don't have the authority!"

"I'm joking, look, you're so anxious," Xu Qingyan laughed at him, "Can't you take a joke? I'm not the one in charge of this love variety show, seriously, does an artist have no sense of humor?"

Bai Jinze was choked by his words, his face went from red to white, his fingers trembling as if afflicted with Parkinson's.

"Heh, you just stay with the production team for now."

"We're here to refute the rumors, I'm in no rush, why are you so anxious?" Xu Qingyan's gaze shifted slightly, landing on You Zijun, he asked, "Are you also here for the spectacle?"

"No, I was just free and thought I'd come by for a look," You Zijun said somewhat awkwardly, his actions in the afternoon had brought him a lot of joking male followers.

The first comment in the barrage was so outrageous it was hard to keep a straight face—Clown Bro is back in town.

The production team created a fan club for him, and the fans' nicknames were even more preposterous—one after another: Sturdy Mom of Flipturn Garden, Ultraman Tiga in the Northeast, Drunken Dai Yu bashing Jiang Men God.

"What a blasted mess," Xu Qingyan had stopped pretending and went full force on the three spectators, "Among you three, definitely one of you is cursing me in your heart."

"Tomorrow, I'll vote for one of you three, but as for who..."

Upon hearing this, You Zijun took off running, and Liu Renzhi didn't hesitate either—turning on his heel and leaving. What a joke, being targeted by Xu Qingyan was like being marked for death.

Bai Jinze couldn't swallow his pride and stood his ground, stubbornly saying.

"If you vote for me, I'll report you for manipulating the vote!"

"Are you sick, I can vote for whomever I want with my own vote, you got a problem with that?" Xu Qingyan pointed at Bai Jinze, already starting to cast curses, "Disappear in five seconds, or I'll definitely vote for you tomorrow."

Bai Jinze ultimately got scared off and quickly left.

Only a day remained in the dating show, and tomorrow was the second round of voting. After the last outrageous voting incident, no one wanted to clash with Xu Qingyan at this time.

Having driven off the annoying flies, Xu Qingyan then turned around to continue recording the video.

The director notified him to record a clarification video—the online trolls had already taken effect, and those few targeted trending topics had been trashed. They wanted him to record another clarification video to put an end to the murky situation once and for all.

He thought about it and took two minutes to record a video clip.

In two or three minutes, he sent it to the director's assistant, who reviewed it and then showed it to the director again. Chen Fufeng watched it impatiently and nearly burst out with profanity.

But on second thought, it seemed this might just work, so he waved his hand to signal the assistant to release it on the official account.

Nine o'clock in the evening.

The official Weibo account for "Love Hunter" suddenly updated with a statement and a video clip, stating that the "Love Hunter" production team stood with their guest and firmly resisted online rumors.

Curious netizens, the first to open the video that came with the post.

In the video, Xu Qingyan looked up, his eyes complex as he glanced at the camera. He stared for about a second, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he wanted to speak.

The next moment, he took a deep breath and said.

"Hello everyone, I'm Xu Qingyan, a male guest on 'Love Hunter.' I'm here to formally respond to some of the comments about me online."

"If you've also heard some negative comments about me, just believe them and then keep your distance from me. No need to doubt, I'm indeed not a good person."

"At the same time, I equally despise every bootlicker. You can curse me, but you can't insult me."

"Throughout my university years, I never spent money on any woman other than my mom; more than three yuan and I'd seal off my heart with concrete. Other rumors I can accept, but saying I fawned over eight girls—that's going too far."

The subtitles were scrolling in sync below, line by line appearing.

"To that person, I'd like to borrow a line from Cao Cao's ancient poem as my response. You truly are the evening longing of the other shore, the rising eastern sun, the beautiful gaze of Gu Er, like the twilight's walled lamp."

In just two minutes, Xu Qingyan reached new heights in abstract epic narration.

The production team was bold; after all, Xu Qingyan's role in the show wasn't aimed at being a likable, ordinary person. Having a bit of an edge made it seem more real.

They spent so much money on PR; they could afford to spend a bit more to craft his image.