For Entertainment, I Am Eating and Waiting to Die.

On an overpass in Shanghai, a young man wearing half-crotch pants and a chicken coop on his head sat in front of an easel and looked at the endless flow of people and traffic in front of him. The lifelike picture drawn in his hands made people marvel, but there was a systematic roar deep in his heart. The young male protagonist smiled and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and sighed: "Who said that eating and waiting to die is not a profession?" Just living like this day after day, one day I met my next door neighbor. I entered the entertainment industry unknowingly and started my journey with chicken strips. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.