Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity-Chapter 385 - 240: First Meeting with the Dance Director, the Little Deer Mask Sent by the Start of Winter Girl, the Considerate Older Sister_4

Blossoming twice, fucking blossoming twice again!

Confronted with all those returning gazes, Xu Qingyan was a bit stunned. He gave an awkward smile and barely stood up to say a few trivial words.

Before you know it, it’s November, the start of winter.

As the weather turned cold, Xu Qingyan received a deer-patterned face mask sent by Lin Wanzhou. The moment he opened the box, he was quite bemused.

"Why did you send this?"

With a rustle, her voice message came through. Upon opening it, she cleared her throat and said earnestly,

"To prevent the flu. There’s a lot of it in winter."

"This deer face mask?"

"Cute, isn’t it? I had it custom-made, so I sent you one too." Lin Wanzhou seemed exceptionally happy, "There’s a black and a white one, you can alternate wearing them."

Xu Qingyan didn’t know what to make of these girly items from Lin Wanzhou.

"Cute, I quite like it."

"Do you have any gifts you want? I’ll send you a set."

Lin Wanzhou: "No."

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Seeing the word ’no’, Xu Qingyan smiled. Saying no didn’t mean he really wouldn’t send anything; something still had to be sent. It seemed he would need to consult Qi Ting.

Although it’s a bit of a hassle, but... he was also enjoying it.

When he video-called Pei Muchan, he learned she had finished writing two songs. One was still being polished at the ending, and the other also needed a bit more time to be refined. Read latest stories on novelbuddy

It could be said... they were finished, Xu Qingyan didn’t expose her.

"It’s cold over there, do you have enough clothes?" Pei Muchan looked at his outfit and couldn’t help asking, "Do you need me to send you some more?"

She had a key to Xu Qingyan’s apartment in the Xinghai complex, which was a short car ride away from her place.

An elegant lady always knows if it’s hot or cold, not that one is necessarily better than the other. These things can’t be compared nor should they be compared. The best approach is.....

"No need for now, I might be back in a little while." Xu Qingyan sniffled a bit, looked up at the sky, "It’s indeed cold here, only around ten degrees now."

"Lately I’m busy as hell. By the time I get back, you’ll be nearly ready to work on the album."

"Got it, just one more song to go." Pei Muchan was also optimistic, as long as the songs were written, it would be a victory, "It’s starting to cool down here in Xinghai too. When do you..."

"...return?"

"Probably in another half a month or so, pretty soon." Xu Qingyan replied, and they chatted a bit more before ending the video call.

Standing in the cold wind, he thought for a while and sighed. This half year had been a real overload, writing songs, producing their albums, and simultaneously setting up the company...

All these tasks were not too tiring in themselves, but once Xu Qingyan joined the Spring Festival Gala at Xi’an venue, learning was no longer limited to theory; he actually got to practice it firsthand.

To put it simply, what’s acquired from books seems superficial until you practice it yourself.

During the month Xu Qingyan spent at the Xi’an venue, he got a little worn out. But whether it came to storyboarding, filming, directing, props, skills...

Even as a PD, he tried everything personally and did learn a lot.

Fortunately, he was physically fit, otherwise he might not have been able to handle this combination of experiences. But as long as he can make it through November, things should get better afterward.

With rekindled spirit, he shook his head and walked into the office.

As he sipped hot tea and pondered over storyboards in the morning, Gan Wenchang popped up from somewhere. Seeing no one else around, he sneakily nudged Xu Qingyan and said,

"I know where that son of a bitch Zou Lewei went, wanna know?"

At the mention of Zou Lewei, Xu Qingyan looked up.

"Where did he go?"

"That bastard’s slumming it in the props department, has barely shown his face in ten days." Gan Wenchang spat in disgust, whispering bitterly, "Fuck, he’s basically napping in the warehouse all day."

"Why doesn’t he dare to show his face?" he asked.

"Damn, what else could it be? Got singled out by the head director, serves him right!"