The villainous female supporting character in the quick transmigration game is incredibly popular!

Chapter 216 Stepping Stones in Variety Shows 11

Backstage, Xie Zeyan found Qingyu.

"You're just going to leave like that? Aren't you afraid they'll write things down?"

Qingyu snorted disdainfully, "Let them be. Today is just a lesson for them." She paused, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes, and continued, "This is a live broadcast, not a regular edit. I'm sure it's already causing a stir online. I'm not the one who should be panicking."

In the story, the original owner of this body didn't have the guts or the power to resist; if she said even one more word, she would be criticized by everyone.

Now that Qingyu has achieved this level...

It's just that Qingyu has a different feeling about her.

She disturbed everyone's minds.

Upon hearing this, Xie Zeyan smiled and said firmly, "Do whatever you want, I will always support you."

Qingyu remained indifferent, rubbing her fingers together. Her gaze then fell on the jade pendant at Xie Zeyan's waist, and she casually asked, "Where did you get this jade pendant?"

Xie Zeyan's smile faded slightly, and his expression became more serious. He picked up the jade pendant, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "...I don't know. I...I had a dream a while ago. In the dream, someone told me that the jade pendant could lead me to the person in my heart."

As he spoke, his gaze gradually became intense, like a net, firmly locking onto Qingyu.

Qingyu glanced at him, her cold eyes devoid of any emotion, yet undeniably alluring, seemingly drawing people in and making their hearts race.

"A dream...you actually believe it?"

The disdain in his words was clearly audible, but Xie Zeyan wasn't angry. Instead, he still smiled and said, "But I did find you."

Qingyu chuckled but did not reply.

Meanwhile, Lin Feiyue felt a mix of emotions as she watched Qingyu leave.

She thought she was an outstanding person, but Qingyu's strength far exceeded her expectations, making the usually proud woman feel a little flustered, but she couldn't feel a bit jealous.

But I felt bitter inside, and I always felt that... perhaps I shouldn't have targeted Qingyu before.

Murong Han was pondering what kind of power Qingyu had behind her that could possess such amazing skills. He ignored the excitement in his heart and tried to think about other aspects.

“She…” Mu Ran licked her dry lips, unsure of what to say.

She should have slandered Qingyu, said something sarcastic or something else, but now she couldn't bring herself to say it.

On the contrary, Gu Yao, with a strange expression, said with a straight face, "The director really went too far this time."

Gu Qiwen frowned, his face grim, and he did not answer.

He hadn't intended to do this at first, but Qingyu's stunning performance made him panic.

How can she be so outstanding? How can she be so brilliant?

Gu Qiwen went to cause destruction without thinking, but in reality, he was secretly aching.

He picked up the calligraphy brush from the ground without making a sound, and stroked it as if the warmth of that person still lingered on it, causing the tips of his ears to turn slightly red.

"The show continues, and you don't need to worry about the rest..."

After saying that, Gu Qiwen left quickly, his back view looking rather disheveled.

Everyone had their own thoughts, but none of them spoke, and no one dared to look at their phones.

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Gu Qiwen returned to his room, where the assistant director anxiously approached him, saying, "The internet is in an uproar, everyone is condemning us..."

Gu Qiwen kicked the table in frustration, his narrow eyes dark and brooding, revealing his bad mood.

He tried hard to figure out how to salvage the situation.

After all, Qingyu is currently very popular, and if this matter is not handled properly, his show may suffer a severe blow.

He's not afraid of being criticized or becoming famous, he's just afraid of being targeted. He's already put a lot of effort into making the show a success, he's spent all his energy and money on it, he can't afford to fail!

After a long silence, Gu Qiwen let out a deep breath and coldly ordered, "They said it was just for the show, but Qingyu is the winner this time."

The assistant director was taken aback. "But the votes haven't been counted yet..."

"Do we still need to calculate?" Gu Qiwen asked rhetorically, his eyes darkening. "Her excellence can no longer be concealed."

"That……"

The assistant director hesitated, wanting to ask if they were going to abandon Lin Feiyue, but when he thought of Qingyu's performance, he also hesitated for some reason.

It seems they really can't suppress someone this outstanding...

"I understand. I'll do it now."

After everyone left, Gu Qiwen felt weak all over. He held the calligraphy brush in his hand, his expression cold and stern, but he was slightly moved when he saw the brush.

Long, slender fingers gently gripped the pen, gazing at it with an inscrutable expression, as if trying to see something else through it.

"Qingyu..."

The murmured sound was extremely faint and dissipated into the air.

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"The vote count hasn't even been released yet, and they're already announcing it?" Mu Ran looked at the production team in disbelief.

Instead, Mo Xiaoxiao blinked in confusion, "But... Qingyu's performance was better than ours!"

Mu Ran was speechless for a moment. She caught a glimpse of Lin Feiyue's absent-minded look out of the corner of her eye, and moved closer to say, "Then at least calculate the votes for Feiyue and Brother Han, right?"

Lin Feiyue suddenly came to her senses, shook her head upon hearing this, and a bitter smile appeared on her lips, "No, I really admire Qingyu too."

Every move she made was beautiful and had a unique charm. No matter how confident Lin Feiyue was, she couldn't deceive herself. This time, she had indeed lost.

"But……"

Before Mu Ran could say anything more, Gu Yao impatiently interrupted her, "Why are you making such a fuss? Just follow the director's instructions!"

He looked Mu Ran up and down, then scoffed, "Always jumping around all day long."

Mu Ran was stunned. Her face flushed red instantly, and her eyes slowly filled with tears. She lowered her head slightly and remained silent.

In reality, the hatred in his eyes was terrifyingly strong.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Just then, Qingyu walked slowly over, and everyone's eyes turned to her.

Today she changed her clothes, still as slender and graceful as ever, and walked in with a gentle sway of her hem, carrying a sweet fragrance.

Whether it was a misperception or not, everyone seemed to see a stunningly beautiful woman slowly walking towards them...

No one spoke. Qingyu glanced around with a half-smile, finally fixing her gaze on the blank face, and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Why are you crying? Are you upset?"

Mu Ran bit her lip, about to speak, when Xie Zeyan stepped forward and blocked Qing Yu's way, "If you have any opinions, come at me."

Qingyu gently tugged at his sleeve, indicating that it was alright.

She looked directly at Mu Ran and said in a clear voice, "My strength is right here. If you want to win, you should improve yourself instead of... looking so pathetic here?"

His face turned pale and then red, and he bit his lip hard, but could only lower his head.

Her abilities are indeed inferior to those of Qingyu, a complete novice.

"Qingyu seems to be a rising queen..."

"Actually, putting everything else aside, Qingyu didn't do anything wrong..."

"Has she studied dance? I think Feiyue dances quite well too!"

……

Comments kept popping up on the screen, but Qingyu could always see the system-projected screen and didn't really notice it.

It's just the system...

"Are you speaking up for me?" Qingyu's smiling voice startled the system. It immediately covered the keyboard in its hands and shook its head guiltily, "You've misread it."

Qingyu chuckled softly, her eyes filled with joy. She hadn't misread the system's actions just now; she hadn't expected the little thing to be so protective now.

Not bad.