"Guan Ming, where's the song you promised to write for me?" Wang Fei comes to his door in person to ask for it.
"Guan Ming, where's the script you promised me?" Jiang Wen shows up with a knife to demand his draft.
"Guan Ming, get out here! All three major film festivals have invited you to be a judge." His agent is anxiously calling from outside.
Meanwhile, Guan Ming sits by himself, wearing headphones and reading comics while cuddling his cat.
Is it my fault I'm so talented? Isn't being a lazy bum just wonderful?
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
So am I the first?