I am a very ordinary earthling, working hard on the road of art. One day, I was angry at a plaster statue of a Roman youth because his work was extremely ugly. He bullied a plaster statue because of his height, hands and feet, and other innate factors. I was finally punished by God when I was cleaning the studio in the afternoon. Oh my god, the Roman youth plaster statue was actually the ambassador to the earth sent by the plaster star, so I had to bite the bullet and ask the ambassador to go home and enshrine him like a Buddha. Worse things happened one after another. The ambassador of Gypsum Star actually asked me to visit Gypsum Star. Fortunately, I happened to be lucky and met the handsome king in Gypsum Star. However, after the day trip to Gypsum Star, the nightmare suddenly came. (Note, this is a one-sided statement from the heroine)