Xu Hexing stepped into the entertainment circle. This circle is chaotic and dirty, and it is a petri dish for aristocrats.
It is a tacit fact that everyone is aware that the glamorous little stars are the canaries cultivated and exploited by the nobles.
Everyone has a backer behind him. Those without a backer are in a difficult situation and can be bullied by everyone. They cannot grab resources and will always be a stepping stone for others.
Everyone has their own purpose in entering this circle.
Xu Hexing doesn't know why he wants to enter this circle. He only knows that the life trajectory formed by all the decisions he made in the past leads here.
He vaguely felt as if he had forgotten a very important agreement.
Until an Alpha appeared, his pheromones smelled very good, like cedar, ice and mint.
He didn't know this person, but this person always looked at him as if he were some lost treasure, stood up for him again and again, was obedient to him, and was omnipotent.
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This is a planet called Heartland. The evolved humans living on this planet have a life span of 300 to 500 years.
Lin Xiuze met Xu Hexing many years ago.
This omaga pheromone has the alluring and harmless smell of white peach rum, but the face is extremely attractive. He is one of the first batch of art students in the Interstellar Academy. He can sing and dance and his temper is even softer than the extremely flexible body he has practiced dancing since he was a child.
He secretly thought about it for many years.
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In the courtyard of the Marshal's Mansion, the sky overhead was densely packed with silver-white warships. The young admiral who had made several major galaxies change their looks before he even had time to change into his combat uniform fell in front of him from an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Holding a box in her hand, she bit off the other glove with her teeth, then knelt down on one knee and held his hand tenderly with the hand she took off the glove: "Let's get married, okay?"
Xu Hexing raised his eyebrows slightly.
Lin Xiu opened the box in his hand. Inside was not a proposal ring, but an ice blue chip.
That was Xu Hexing's lost memory chip, which sealed all the past between him and the person in front of him, as well as his young Muai.
Lin Xiuze's Adam's apple slipped, his palms sweating slightly, and he asked tentatively: "Do you remember me?"
I remembered.
It turns out I used to like you so much.
Small theater:
Many years later, people in City A heard that the other half of the top Alpha Lin Xiuze got together with the heir to the top consortium and the future ruler of the planet because of marketing. The omagas who wanted to attract attention began to use their same tricks.
However, no matter which marketing company they found and how high the price they offered, the answer given by the other party was always rejection.
It wasn't until a staff member who had been fortunate enough to be involved in the matter retired that he came forward to clarify the whole story.
"They don't want to pick it up. They don't dare to pick it up. The person from the Marshal's Mansion has spoken."
"Looking at the entire galaxy now, no one can do it. Back then, it was a sky-high price of marketing. No one can copy it. Do you know how much it cost? That was the guy from the Marshal's Mansion proposing."
The author has something to say:
1. Don't delve into the whole nonsense. If you delve into it, you will win.
2. As a writing practice, I have read relatively few interstellar articles and ABO, so this is just an entertainment industry article disguised as interstellar articles.
3. Bloody Mary Sue warning, (amnesia jokes) should be as vulgar as they are vulgar.
4. The copy is for reference only, please refer to the main text.
Changed on 2022.7.19
Concept: Renaissance.
