Song Muyi is a writer for a danmei website, but secretly a star chaser. Because he felt sorry for the idol's early experiences, he created a character based on the male god in his new pit, and secretly wrote himself as the male god's fan.
Because of the rebirth of the female supporting character, the two male protagonists turned against each other, the world line collapsed, and the male god was also implicated and demoted from the altar. In order to maintain the stability of the world, the system bound Song Muyi and asked him to repair the world line as Shu's "real mother"...
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"Didn't you say that my male idol was demoted from the altar?" Song Mu was expressionless.
System 011 is awe-inspiring:
"Let's put it this way, Su Yu has never accepted such immoral advertisements before... Um... Why doesn't it count...?"
On the 90-inch super large TV, it was an advertisement for a big-name fragrance shower gel endorsed by Su Yu.
"This?!" Song Muyi didn't understand but was shocked
#Let the host repair the world line for me in one sentence
#On the necessity of the existence of "title party" in marketing accounts
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As Poison Wei, the afternoon when my relationship with my idol was made public
Song Muyi was so high-spirited that she wrote a 10,000-word essay looking back on the countless days and nights with her idol. She joined hands with her "sisters" to criticize her sister-in-law for five hours. She also enjoyed the works "Guarding the Best Brother in the World" and "On Unworthiness"...
That night in the dead of night, Song Muyi divided the boundaries,
Su Yu didn't understand "Who can only kiss half of their lips when kissing, why can they only choose one hand when holding hands..."
"Woooooooo, I want to leave a place for Du Weisong and guard my soul for ninety-nine and eighty-one days."
Practice proves that your idol will always be your idol
"... The other side also needs to..."
Su Yu restrained the hand that belonged to him and spoke coldly.
"I don't C Du Wei."
Song Mu Yi Ying Ying
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Gentle, sultry and aggressive VS squeamish and rich in inner drama
Intention: The difference between one thought creates different us. Pay tribute to us in parallel time and space