(Entertainment industry + satisfying revenge + all-around talent + transmigration)
A car accident sends Zheng Yan to a parallel world.
The System runs out of energy and falls into a deep sleep. Before dozing off, it tells Zheng Yan that he can obtain an energy called Shock Points by making living beings experience intense emotional fluctuations.
The day he has enough Shock Points is the day the System will awaken.
To wake the System, Zheng Yan picks the hardest people in this world to deal with: the middle-aged women who dance in the public square. He engages them in lively, in-depth conversation to rack up Shock Points.
But after several days, Zheng Yan has very little to show for it. The 10,000 Shock Points required to wake the System remain hopelessly out of reach.
Just as Zheng Yan starts to think he might never be able to wake the System in this lifetime, he finds a drunk woman in the park.
“You... you brute!”
“How am I a brute?”
“What did you do to me?”
“Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m still wearing my pants?”
“Huh? Oh.”
I originally saw Hikari's name, but when I came in I realized that I didn't want to complain like the people below. After all, you don't have Ultraman. Even if you sing one or two songs about Ultraman, you are still related to Hikaru! However, the author took a different approach and used a headline. Although the title was a bit of a gimmick, but the content was indeed entertainment, and it did have something to it. The more I read, the more interesting it became. In the end, I couldn't help but come out to help the author clarify. It is a good work. I hope the author can stick to it and not be influenced by other people. . .
The ups and downs of the plot are very good, not those bad street plots that are shocking to the sky, the ground, and the air! Keep up the good work!
There is nothing poisonous about this book! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is good grass and fairy food! From my husband's perspective, it looks good. 👍 I hope to come back tomorrow. I've updated hundreds of chapters.
Good, good, good, good