The Entire Galaxy Ships This Actor Couple

Breaking news! Movie Emperor Song opens his eyes to find himself sharing a bed with his best bro! His buddy's head is nestled against his shoulder, and his arm is draped over Song's abs. Song Jiageng wraps himself in the blanket, pulls on his pants, and kicks the other guy out of bed: We're brothers! I don't want to sleep with you! After transmigrating into the interstellar age with his singer-king buddy, the movie emperor figured they could just keep acting while the singer kept singing. But their original selves were good at neither of those things. All they knew was how to ship themselves, and they did it with such fiery passion and genuine feeling that the entire interstellar population was convinced they were true love and already married. The movie emperor is tearing his hair out: What kind of garbage performances are you putting on?! Stop using AI to simulate facial expressions! What the heck is this mechanical sensory stimulation?! Let me act! I can cry on cue in three seconds flat! The singer king scowls: Awful. It hurts my ears. What the heck are you singing?! The interstellar fans are busy forcing them together: Give us some sweetness! Where's our sugar?! Waaaah, you have to stay together forever! You two are love itself! It's okay if you're terrible at your jobs! You can still be the hottest CP in the galaxy! The two big shots, whose professional skills are light-years ahead of the interstellar age: ...We're not terrible at our jobs! Fans: I get it, I get it! Big brother is the best! Big brother only has us! (waves) ...You don't get a thing! In short, this is a story about two max-level big shots who suddenly become total amateurs, then team up again and happily return to the top QWQ ① The gong is the main character. A playful, carefree gong × his playful gong's best-brother shou. A classic no-brains-and-no-happiness duo! ② Weibo: @JianjuanOWO. Come find me and play, mwah~ - Completed work: Making Money in an Angsty Novel with My Hilarious Gong. Click the author's column to read it. Kisses! Blurb: Lu Cheng has transmigrated into a book! Multiple transmigrations, multiple identities, maximum angst. There are all kinds of stories: angsty substitute romances, heart-ripping and body-torturing tales, fake and real young masters, and entertainment-industry sugar daddy stories. In every book, Lu Cheng takes on a different role. The substitute's substitute, the real young master, the bird in the cage. All you scum gongs, line up. Old-school angsty gong A: I'll give you the full package, kidney removal and heart extraction. Angsty substitute gong B: You should feel honored to be his substitute. Playboy gong C: I love you, but only a little. Don't push your luck or act like you deserve anything. Angsty substitute romance ahead, heart-ripping and kidney-removal behind. Struggle to survive, work hard to make money. Multiple identities mean twice the work. (Devilish smile) Strip the capitalists of every last scrap of wool, and strip the scum gongs of all their cash. At the end, all the scum gongs weep bitterly: I'm bankrupt, but I know you love me. Let's work together and make a comeback... Lu Cheng is at a loss for words: I don't know where you got that idea. But if you're bankrupt, of course I'm leaving. And how many times have I said it? I'm the top. Oh, right, you're bankrupt. Then I'm not just the top, I'm your dad. ① Gong-focused, hilarious transmigration-into-a-book story. A 1.9-meter-tall gong in gold-rimmed glasses, full of resentment toward a world of hopeless romantics. CP: A money-mad gong who only cares about money, not his boss × the only career-minded shou in the transmigrated book worlds. The gong and shou together drain the presidents' bank accounts dry, hehe. ② This story has a strong entertainment-industry element. It includes stories-within-the-story, variety shows, novels, bullet comments, forum posts, and more. Hope you enjoy! ③ Thanks for reading! Juanjuan loves you! owo (finger hearts) - Theme: Human emotions should not, and cannot, be controlled by technology. Humans belong only to themselves.