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Gu Zitong: The paper man I created traveled to my bamboo horse and wants to seek justice from me. What should I do? Waiting online, quite urgent. Gu Zitong's childhood sweetheart, Wang Qianye, whom he has known for twenty years, has lost his memory? Forget about amnesia, what does it mean to keep saying that your name is "Ye Qian"? Ye Qian, isn't that a character in the Otome interactive novel that she, Gu Zitong, secretly created? "I am a handsome, rich and knowledgeable CEO, and I can only provide assists to the girls I like. Does the author have a problem with me?" Wang Qianye, who calls himself Ye Qian, grabbed Gu Zitong and babbled, "Are there any CEOs as miserable as me? I want to find the author and ask her to help me get out of singlehood."

In the dead of night, Ran Ye jumped from the observation deck of the main game city. "Why do people spread dog food everywhere I go?" Unexpectedly, she discovered a forgotten NPC that no one seemed to know about. The otaku and leftover girl in the eyes of others met someone of the opposite sex that they liked in the game, and began to reflect on themselves and think about love and marriage. The forgotten NPC became the object of her introspection. "From today on, you are my only NPC~" Ran Ye wants to change herself and no longer regret her life. What will be waiting for her in the future?

When Yu Yan bought a discontinued fountain pen on a second-hand website, he never imagined that it would be someone's "legacy." "I want to return it! But the seller won't refund it!" "Is there any quality problem?" "When I write with this pen, a ghost that doesn't know who it is, but likes to point fingers, will come out and nag in my ear!" "... Sorry, our platform cannot arbitrate this kind of issue. It is recommended that you consult professionals." "Hello? Hello?" A certain ghost was sitting on the beanbag in Yu Yan's room, playing with his fingers and complaining about her: "I think the customer service lady has treated you as a psychopath." Whose fault is this? Yu Yan looked at the ceiling sadly and angrily, speechless and choked.