Novel blurb: A big shot who came down to earth to enjoy life is forced to play his part
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P.S.:
This novel is also titled The Big Shot's Daily Face-Slapping;
The Big Shot Who Enjoyed Life but Refused to Fall into Ruin.
Reading recommendations:
1. Every world is entirely the silly author's personal imagination. Any similarities are purely coincidental.
2. The male lead comes first. Logic occasionally drops to zero whenever he shows up.
3. Brainstorming suggestions are very welcome, but whether I write them is another matter.
Theme:
I think this story is confusing
I hope you stay in your comfort zone and don't come out. I would really appreciate it. . . .
The force of your fart makes me really angry and cry Obviously you were not at this level when you started. Emmmm I want to kill myself.
Don't write complicated story lines if it's short. Now this article is so messed up that I feel really tired. You can't afford to lose, I can't afford to lose, I spent money.
Take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it, take it Look at what you are writing. There are more and more characters appearing, the timeline is getting crazier and crazier, and there are more and more events, but you simply can't control it. Study hard. I'm really speechless. . . . . I was really stupid to buy it all at once.
I would really like to thank you. The rhythm of your world is so messed up that it makes me uncomfortable.
I was really convinced. I saw that what you wrote in the front was quite good and I bought it all in one go. The more you wrote in the back, the more you stretched your legs. . . . Accepted. Accepted. I'm really out of my mind to spend my money on you.
This chapter is so messy, the timeline of these chapters is so messed up, emmm, I feel sorry for my money. Come on, author, practice your narrative rhythm more.
??? Wait, suddenly sprinkle flowers???
??? Wait, suddenly sprinkle flowers???