I'm Only Eighteen, What the Hell Is a Middle-Aged Woman's Counterattack System?

Highlight: Pay attention to the tags, there are complaints and vicious tongues, no warning will be given in the future! Changed the story [At the age of thirty-six, you and your husband made a difficult decision. In order to become famous, you decided to pretend to be a god-man couple and compete in couples travel variety shows! [I never expected that there will be a pair of talented monsters in the show. They don't look like you and they don't act like you. You tried your best but couldn't defeat them, and all the light was taken away by the other party. The whole Internet is talking about how weird they are. As for you and your husband, because the space was too small, you didn't even get the reaction shot. [Thirty-seven years old, you have not given up on the idea of ​​differentiating the track. This time you chose to show your love in a divorce variety show on the same platform. [This time you finally got black in one shot, and black in the end. You finally understand that black and red are also red, and other conditions are needed, such as money for marketing accounts. [At the end of the show, your husband lost his job because of this, and you were boycotted by the entire Internet. Every activity of yours was frantically reported. Netizens, regardless of platform or gender, reached a consensus when it came to treating you and your husband, a strange couple—you cannot be allowed to have food. [Forty years old. Three years have passed and netizens have finally forgotten about your weirdo. No one will remember to report you. [More good news, ten years later, the copyright of the songs locked by the company has returned to your hands, and you can finally sing your own songs in the company! [Your husband drives you to attend the music festival. You guys are in luck. [Physical meaning. [Good news, none of you are dead. [Bad news, your throat was scratched by the car glass. [In the hospital ward, at the age of forty, you reflect on your twenty-two years in the entertainment industry. Thinking that not only have you accomplished nothing, but now your dreams have been completely shattered and you can no longer sing, you feel so sad that you can't help but hug your husband and cry bitterly. It's even more sad than the time when the show director came to tell you when you were 18 that you could pack up and get out of the show. No. System brother. I am only eighteen, what is this middle-aged girl's self-improvement? What's the point of accomplishing nothing at the age of forty? Please don't curse me! Intention: There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain