[This is really badly written. Don't bother reading it.]
Jiao Mengmeng was the most promising newcomer in the cannon-fodder division for sweet romances. She was a natural at playing passersby, cannon fodder, and bit parts, and the System had praised her many times. She was happy with her work, too.
Then sweet romances fell out of fashion, and layoffs began. Many minor cannon-fodder characters like her started looking for new places to transfer to.
But Jiao Mengmeng still didn't want to switch divisions. She loved sweet couples, and she wasn't good at anything else. Playing cannon fodder was all she knew.
As a result, she was assigned to the cast of the most important female supporting role, the hardest role of all. She had the most scenes, and none of the effort was appreciated.
At first, Jiao Mengmeng was upset about leaving the cannon-fodder division, but she still tried to encourage herself. She figured she just had to follow the plot, and she could enjoy watching the sweet couples on set, too. Every time, she thought she was doing her best to stick to the plot, but none of the male lead, the supporting male lead, or the female lead would cooperate with her.
This is the sad story of a sweet little girl who thinks she's following the plot, while no one even notices her.
Also known as Is It Just Me Following the Plot Again Today?, Why Does the Male Lead Still Not Like the Female Lead?, and Is There Really Nothing Wrong with My Script?
Note: The plotlines are all connected, and this will be made clear at the end. Each male lead has a story of his own, and they all come from the Upper Immortal Realm.
The ending will only be written at the very end. There is more than one male lead, and the heroine is rather timid. Please don't flame me if that's not to your taste.
When I saw the ending, I couldn't even understand what the author was writing, especially the beginning paragraph, which was about magic and what kind of organization it was. I really couldn't figure it out!!!
... I don't know why I can't understand it, and there is no obvious emotional line. . . .