At the wedding banquet that was broadcast live on the entire Internet, my stepsister handed me a glass of champagne with her own hands, smiling softly and viciously: "Sister, drink this, and tomorrow's headlines will be yours."
I saw the chat history with the paparazzi on her mobile phone, including the location and room number. Lying on the bed was the notorious greasy investor in the industry.
My agent gave up on me, the company was about to issue a termination statement, and everyone was waiting to see me ruined.
Just when I was dizzy and about to be helped to hell by her, a blue panel suddenly popped up in front of my eyes:
[Script name: "The Fall of the 18th-tier Actress"]
[Main characters: Su Wan (me), Lin Feifei (stepsister)]
[Plot trend: Su Wan was drugged, her scandal with investors was exposed, she was banned from the entire network, she was heavily in debt, and finally jumped off the building.
I was just about to complain about how corny this plot was, when another line of text popped up at the bottom of the panel:
[Should I pay 1 point of "luck" to modify the script?
I looked at my stepsister not far away who was chatting and laughing with the director, waiting to see my good show, and smiled.
I won't act anymore.
Now, let me be the screenwriter.
