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"I can't sleep," she said.
"Nervous? Don't worry," Xu Qingyan comforted, "I am a Song King airs today. After you fly over to Jianye to record the last episode, you can take the championship and then withdraw from the competition."
"Focus on making your album when you get back. Can a little diva endure that kind of nonsense? Make a smash hit and slap them in the face, then mock them with, 'All this for a dip of vinegar, might as well throw in a dumpling.'
Pei Muchan was amused and laughed, taking a while to become serious again.
"I've been thinking, maybe I'm being too impulsive."
"Impulsive? About what?" he asked. "Are you referring to joining the competition and then withdrawing?"
"Yeah," Pei Muchan's voice softened, "I'm not guaranteed to win the first place, and withdrawing after winning would offend people—the circle is only so big."
"You think you'll be blacklisted?" Xu Qingyan pushed his luggage out as he went, casually locking the door behind him.
