After My Best Friend and I Transmigrated into a Boy Band’s Backup Dancers

1.

My name is Wu Shuang, and I’m a woman.

I woke up one morning and found that my best friend Shen Ning and I had transmigrated into two members of a new boy band about to debut, with a □□ and a ○○.

The bad news: We’re unquestionably the group’s least popular members, known as “those two guys by the roadside.”

The good news: The base salary is thirty thousand a month, with commission on top, and we get an instant cash rebate every payday.

What! There’s a deal like this? Is it still open? Where can I sign up?

2.

My name is Wu Shuang, and I’m a man.

A few days ago, my best friend Shen Ning and I transmigrated into the dead-last members of a new boy band.

Just as we thought we could get rich and retire early by splitting our bandmates’ money, we discovered that

All three of our teammates seemed perfectly normal on the surface, but behind the scenes they were busy scheming against each other and tearing into one another.

The group is on the verge of collapse!

To earn enough money to go home and retire, I resolutely decided to dive into the business with my best friend, uh, I mean, sell the bromance.

3.

Our bromance-selling plan was a huge success, and our CP really took off.

But I have one question.

“Are you going to tell me what the question is?”

“Why aren’t the fans shipping us for the things we’re selling?”

“...How should I know?”

No CP, but the best friends sell the bromance. A light comedy written in outline form, packed with jokes to the point of death, told in first person and forum-post format.

Theme: Bestie, bestie, wanna get rich with me? Meow meow meow.