Jiang Yousi, AKA a top success-coaching instructor, has always made it his mission to "help villains improve themselves and develop healthy personalities."
An actor whose reputation was ruined after being framed has sunk into the misery of online abuse. Disillusioned with life, gloomy, and unable to pull himself out of it.
Jiang Yousi, a newly popular director: "The past does not equal the future. There is no failure, only a temporary pause in success. Public opinion has always been a weapon fools use to attack the wise. You should be proud of yourself, just as I am proud of you. Let's hear some applause..."
The actor's face remained expressionless, but his thin fingers trembled ever so slightly.
A student bullied after losing his parents gradually develops deep hostility toward the world, becoming irritable and sensitive.
Jiang Yousi, the class monitor: "No matter what happens, don't give up on yourself. Maybe what you need right now is a hug. I can give you one, but I believe you'll soon pull yourself together, study hard, and earn 10 billion dollars a year for our country. Pay attention, that's every year..."
The student turned away sharply, his eyes quietly reddening.
A prince whose disfigurement cost him the throne is kicked while he's down, becoming despondent and resentful.
Jiang Yousi, the victorious general: "As Heaven moves with vigor, so should a gentleman strive unceasingly to improve himself. Before learning anything, you must first set your goals. Where there's a will, there's a way. Whoever has a dream can succeed. Do you have a dream? Louder! Answer me!"
The prince clenched his fists, a faint light flickering in his eyes as he gazed at him.
A noble young man with an unhappy childhood, a disabled CEO in a wheelchair...
He had once fallen into an icy lake, sunk into a mire, and curled up unseen in a dark corner. But the sun said he would succeed, so he shook off the cold and filth and rose into the sunlight.
Unconventional success-coach gong x half-dead, beautiful-but-tragic shou
Gong-centric, 1v1
Theme: A thousand joyful nights, a thousand drunken nights; the idle folk of this world are immortals on earth
