On the first day after I became a rising star, I got into a fight with the fat guy downstairs.
Right in front of the police, I kicked him hard eighteen times.
My agent, Yao-jie, turned deathly pale and screamed beside me:
“Are you crazy?! Bro, you’ve only just gotten famous and you already want to become a celebrity who gets arrested?!”
I kicked the man I’d beaten senseless one more time and ignored her.
Then I turned to the police with a smile and said:
“That’s right, I assaulted him. I confess. Go ahead and lock me up.”
In my previous life, I became the movie star’s scapegoat because we looked alike.
He was caught on camera taking part in an orgy, then steered online opinion into blaming me.
My acting career, which had only just begun to take off, was ruined.
In the end, a deranged fan broke into my home and set it on fire.
My agent and I burned to death inside.
The internet was full of people cheering.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night the movie star’s video was filmed.
This time, we’re going to hell together.
