You Are My Monsoon Climate [Showbiz]

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One-line summary: The geniuses are on the left, and Cheng Chiyu is on the right.

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Cheng Chiyu died because he talked too much.

After spending over twenty years in the entertainment industry, growing from a naked little kid into a veteran actor, Cheng Chiyu was sharp-tongued and merciless. One day, his harsh words finally caught up with him, and someone knocked him dead with a single blow.

System: "Hello, Host. This is the Protagonist Rebirth Rescue System. We are dedicated to saving protagonists in various worlds who should have dazzled but instead met untimely deaths because they were blinded by love. You can help set their ideas about romance straight, teach them to cherish life, and keep away from scumbags..."

Cheng Chiyu: "Can't I get revenge on them?"

System: "..."

Cheng Chiyu raised his hand. "For example..."

System: "Stop! Please, stop!"

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Cheng Chiyu learned new skills with the original host's consciousness in tow. Once he had mastered them, he returned to wreak havoc and crush scumbags, living the 'villain' life he had always dreamed of. He kept a pond full of fish who followed him around calling him Daddy.

Until one day, while rejecting a scumbag, he casually grabbed a convenient prop and introduced him: "This is my new favorite. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, and plenty of stamina..."

Si Yuan, who had just been passing by: "?"

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Character setup: Devoted lover / convenient prop / System's godlike top × professional villain / bottom skilled at fake smiles

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The top and bottom's roles in each world:

1. Unprincipled, money-grubbing, miserly agent × singer with no sense of security (a modern-day Harpagon)

2. Hypocrite who is one thing in public and another in private × innocent, pure-hearted cross-dresser (a modern-day hypocrite)

3. Self-preserving college student × archaeology student who died excavating a tomb (pseudo-science)

4. Vicious royal heir × blind-eyed holy son who loves scumbags, not gods (Western fantasy)

5. Laboratory researcher × contaminated white rose spirit (apocalypse)

... (There are many more setups, and the order is not fixed. One thing worth mentioning: the scumbags in this book generally won't get happy endings. If you want to ship the scumbags with the original hosts, nope.)

Important:

1. One-on-one romance. The top is the System's god, and he won't split into multiple versions.

2. The bottom is very aloof, somewhat like someone with an inability to feel emotions, though there are differences. The reason will be explained later.

3. Corrections are welcome, but not writing advice. There are no real-life models. Let's all get along peacefully, no comparisons, and don't accuse me of plagiarism without evidence.

4. I'm a wage slave squeezing out time to write a few words, and this is exclusive to Jinjiang. Please don't repost it.

5. This is a melodramatic, feel-good novel. The author has no logic, so don't overthink it. If you like, you can read it as a collection of short stories. There aren't really any major pitfalls. Stay or go as you please, and you don't need to tell me if you drop it.

That's all. A bow.

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The author's exclusive advice: Nobody gets their talent handed to them by heaven. They're all just grade-grubbing nerds secretly studying by lamplight at half past two in the morning.

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Jiang Zhinian, a hugely popular singer who has never shown his face, and Ning Zhichuan, one of the country's hottest film emperors, used to be lovers. When Jiang returned to the country one day, he crossed paths with Ning at the airport, and a photo of the encounter sent them trending.

The netizens didn't know their history, but they started shipping them anyway.

Ning Zhichuan looked at the trending topic on Weibo, smirked, and ordered his people: "Buy it. Keep this heartless scumbag Jiang, who left without a word and abandoned his husband and child, at number one for three days and three nights!"

Shippers: "Holy crap, these two are so damn perfect together!"

Ning Zhichuan replied: "Friend, you've got a great eye. I think we're perfect together too!"

Jiang Zhinian watched from the sidelines, but accidentally liked Ning Zhichuan's comment.

Jiang Zhinian: I liked it by accident.

Ning Zhichuan: I meant it.

Shippers: "Aaaaaaaaaah!"

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Ning Zhichuan won the Best Actor award the year he debuted, five years ago. A vague remark at the awards ceremony caused an uproar:

"There are six billion people in the world. The denominator is too large to estimate. I'll wait for my runaway numerator to appear."

Later, when his "numerator" reappeared, Ning Zhichuan could finally take off his respectable-person mask. He spent all day shamelessly clinging to Jiang Zhinian, kissing him, hugging him, and picking him up~

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Best Actor Ning was full of flirtatious lines, while Jiang Zhinian stayed silent. The shippers were moved to tears, and both their teams were worked half to death.

One day, Ning Zhichuan rubbed his belly and sent Jiang Zhinian a voice message: "Ow, ow, ow! Your baby just kicked me!"

Jiang Zhinian: "…"

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Important:

1. Neither the top nor the bottom is perfect, and there are angsty parts.

2. No real-life models, no pregnancy, and some original worldbuilding.

3. This is very melodramatic and a little too self-indulgent. The writer is old and emotionally fragile, unable to take even the slightest hurt. You don't need to tell me if you drop it.

Carefree, scheming genius film emperor top × melancholic, beautiful, pitiful singer-songwriter bottom

One-line summary: Always devoted, now more so than ever.

Theme: Love is the source of all courage and redemption.