A Realistic Mary Sue

The print edition is out! (Some parts have been cut. It's a socialist boss-subordinate romance. The best part is the cute four-panel comic booklet included as a bonus.) The editor asked me to put the purchase links in the blurb, so here they are... Tmall store: https://detail.tmall.com/item.htm?id=586377126219 Dangdang: https://detail.tmall.com/item.htm?id=586377126219 Preorders are now open for my new novel, Big Shot! Check it out in my author page _(:з"∠)_ Important information first. 1. The web version has a fantastic blurb. Remember to applaud me after you read it. 2. Silly, sweet romance; dominant top and submissive bottom; an aloof top x a slow-on-the-uptake bottom. 3. One-on-one, both physically and emotionally. There are 99 male rivals, all cannon fodder with combat power so low it's buried beneath the Earth's crust. 4. This is actually a Mary Sue novel disguised as an anti-Mary Sue novel... The straightforward protagonist is an editor at a website for women's fiction. His straightforwardness has offended many authors of Mary Sue novels who wanted to get their work signed. "Sorry, your writing is overwrought and immature, and doesn't meet our standards for signing." "Sorry, your story lacks logical consistency and doesn't meet our standards for signing." The resentment of all the rejected Mary Sue authors gathers together and transports the protagonist into the world of a Mary Sue novel. But that's not even the worst of it. The worst part is that the authors' terrifyingly over-the-top descriptions have all been faithfully brought to life... Every morning, the protagonist has to sprint for his life at full speed, searching for a bathroom in a mansion that covers 100,000 square meters. He doesn't dare cry, or even yawn too hard, because according to the story, his tears are diamonds. If he cries by accident, he could go blind. When the protagonist is happy, roses rain down from above his head; when he's unhappy, it's cherry blossoms. He resolutely shaves his head, but the plot is so overbearing that his hair grows back by itself ten seconds later. Whenever his dad tops up his transit card, it starts at ten million. The protagonist says, "Dad, why not buy me a Ferrari instead?" His father kindly refuses, because that's not how the author wrote it. Worst of all, the protagonist was engaged as a child to the son of the head of the world's largest conglomerate. That idiot is of mixed descent from eighteen countries and a year older than the protagonist. He claims he fell madly in love with the protagonist when he was one month old, back when the protagonist was still a fertilized egg. Every time the protagonist sees him, he wants to beat the shit out of him, but still has to grit his teeth and play along with the plot, swooning into his arms with a tender gaze... Theme: