In my previous life, I was the most inconspicuous member of the girl group. No one cared about me for three years after my debut, and even the anti-fans didn't bother to scold me. I worked hard for that ridiculous team spirit, but my teammates stepped on me time and time again. Resources were robbed, scenes were edited, and even the final stage was destroyed by their own hands. I died in a tepid rental house, with the phone screen still on, showing the photos of them laughing and celebrating on the day they were disbanded.
When I opened my eyes again, I was eighteen years old again - the door to the practice room was still open and the lights on the draft stage had not yet come on.
At the same time, a cold electronic voice came from his mind: [Ding—The counterattack system is successfully bound, and the host's goal is to reach the top of the entertainment industry!
This time, I don't want any group spirit or friendship. What they owe me, I will pay back one by one with my own hands.
When the whole Internet was waiting to see my joke, I just said: "Sorry, I want this C position."
