(I'm working hard on a rewrite... Don't go, please don't go! I know I messed up, I'll update right away. I've cut more than half of the outline because it was too immature, and I'm starting to fix things. Don't go! Swallow, what am I supposed to do if you leave?!) (Bawling my eyes out)
Shen Cuo suddenly died and found himself in the prison of some novel.
Shen Cuo: "..."
Shen Cuo sighed, then simply rolled over on the pile of straw. Since he was already in prison, dying was only a matter of time anyway. At least he could save himself the effort of banging his head against a wall to die and return to the modern world.
Of course, he couldn't help complaining. Why did everyone else who got transported into a book either cultivate immortality or fight their way through the palace, while he got transported into a comedy?!
Looking down at the stark-white prisoner's clothes on his body and tugging at his tangled long hair, Shen Cuo, now so hungry his back and chest were touching, rubbed his forehead and gave a bitter smile.
Damn, this was miserable.
Early on: Just keep my head down. If I can live, I'll live. If I can't, then so be it.
Later: What a joke! If he can sit on the throne, why can't I? I'm going to make him miserable! I'm going to make everyone miserable!
Move aside! Who do you think you are? Let me have the throne! I said I'm taking it! What are you staring at? Who even are you? You're the male lead? Who'd believe that? So what if you're the male lead? I've worked so hard, so what's wrong with me taking the throne?!
All right, you can have it. You're the male lead, so you sit on it.
Then one day, while he was lying comfortably and planning whether to travel south to Jiangnan by boat or by carriage the next day, his half-baked strategist fanned him attentively. "...Your Highness."
Shen Cuo: "?"
"The time, the place, and the people are all on our side. With the grand plan before us, one word from you and we can proclaim you the new emperor!" The strategist's eyes gleamed. "Then you won't have to lower yourself by staying here anymore, and you won't have to worry every day about someone trying to assassinate you. We can..."
Shen Cuo smiled. "Do you know the truth I've finally learned after being here so long?"
"..."
"I await your wisdom, Your Highness."
"If you don't go looking for trouble, you won't get yourself killed."
After a long day, Shen Cuo returned home to find that the sky had fallen.
The peerlessly beautiful woman from a foreign land, sent to marry him, stared at him with the deepest resentment. Her gaze made Shen Cuo's scalp go numb.
Oh no. He'd gone drinking with Second Brother and hadn't paid attention to the smell. He'd forgotten that there was a jealous wife at home who'd need an explanation.
Actually, this is the story of a dramatic, peerlessly beautiful man from a foreign land and a modern-day actor who pretends to be a playboy but is really just hilarious.
Note: The bottom's real name is Shen Wending, and his stage name is Shen Cuo. The top appears much later. My writing is at elementary-school level, so don't expect too much! Aaaaaah!
Premise: Human potential is limitless!!!
Happy birthday to the author! [Spread flowers]