As a lazy guy who dreams of becoming a superstar, he transmigrates to a parallel world and is treated like the darling of the crowd...
Nobel Prize in Literature presenter: "Oh my gosh, Jiang Cheng again? And again? Come on, let's make another Douyin video together!"
Jiang Cheng: "I don't know how it happens. I just casually write a book, and they give me a literary award!"
He Jiong: "This year's web-novel god is... Okay, we've been asking this for years. There's absolutely no suspense, is there?"
Jiang Cheng: "Thanks. I'll try to make it suspenseful next year. Hehe. Yeah, I'll just open a few more secret identities."
Oscar presenter: "WTF? Best Picture, Best Actor, Best Supporting Actor, Best Editing, and Best Original Score at this year's Oscars... They're all going to that guy who makes Douyin videos again."
Jiang Cheng: "Sorry, don't be surprised. I've already started treating the Oscars like they're run by my family. The celebrities and guests in the audience are all talented. Every year, they come along..."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
Floating by, burning paper, lighting wax, adding incense, but no movement; pouring wine, paying tribute, setting off cannons, smashing monuments, but no response; digging graves, digging graves, opening coffins, whipping corpses, and losing temper; setting fires, burning corpses, filing bones, raising ashes, trying again, setting up tables, drawing talismans, performing martial arts, thundering, but no corpses; bells, wooden swords, villains, chanting incantations, and summoning spirits again; crying, crying, wailing, beating the ground? ... The author is dead, and the poor man is helpless!!!