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Not everyone is the protagonist of the world and can be favored by luck. Most of them are ants trying to survive among all living beings. If they are not firmly chosen by fate, no matter how hard they work, they will be replaced by other things. They will not be chosen or valued. Everyone has a dream of Long Aotian, but not everyone can get Long Aotian's script. Being an artist is a chosen profession, Tang Xi knew it early on. "You can't." "Sorry, you are not the person we want." "Give up, you don't have the qualifications." "People must be self-aware." "Don't force yourself into a profession that you can't squeeze into." "Don't be too ambitious, recognize your qualifications and abilities." "You are not our first choice, they are better than you." "Give up this profession, you are not suitable." These words are like sharp knives cutting into everyone's fragile self-esteem. Tang Xi had rarely been firmly chosen in the circle over the years. These words made his ears feel calloused, but he was born with a rebellious attitude. After his self-esteem was crushed by the outside world again and again, he picked it up bit by bit and reshaped it, crushed it again and again, and reshaped it again and again. He held back this energy, feeling in his heart that he was more than this, and would definitely stand out. You think I can't do it, but I want to show it to you. Even if the script of fate has been written and he didn't get Long Aotian's script, Tang Xi still has to hold the pen of his life, harder and slower, and write the script of his life wonderfully with his own hands, stroke by stroke.