——Won't your conscience hurt, author, when you pay the extras' box lunches but let the actors do super-heroic work?
Qiao Anxi thought this way when she was chased by the soldiers and jumped off the cliff.
——You are not given a script or lines, and you just let the actors play freely. Wouldn't your conscience hurt, author?
Qiao Anxi thought so when being targeted by more than a dozen guns at the same time.
——Oh, the author's conscience really doesn't hurt.
Qiao Anxi thought like this when the tip of the scepter touched her chest.
"You may not believe it, but it's really just a coincidence."
The woman said slowly. As the only living person standing among the scattered bodies, she bent down and picked up a scepter from the ground.
"You have to believe that I am kind and self-controlled, and I understand the rules and general principles -" she said, raising the scepter in her hand, "- with the best wishes for world peace and the grand ideal of saving the world."
She tilted her head, and her light blue eyes, which were obviously a sign of being controlled, shone brightly against the light of the gem on the scepter.
"Nice to meet you," she said, "My name is Qiao Anxi."
"Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace."
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Instructions for consumption:
*Su, Susu, Sususu;
**Sweet, sweet, sweet sweet;
***The protagonist's views are upright, but the text is just taken out of context;
**** is gone.