There was only Fu Yu in his eyes.
9 minutes and 56 seconds.
Fu Yu broke the record for the fastest single-game match and became the first amateur player to win the overall championship.
Jiang Lu heard the news that Fu Yu won the championship at the audition.
"Heartbeat Please Ring the Bell" was suspended, and her idea of rising to fame through the dating variety show was completely shattered.
At present, she can only increase her popularity by taking on acting roles and using her face to show off her appearance.
She remembered that in her previous life, Fu Yu became a popular actress by playing villain roles.
In this life, she follows her memory to take over the roles played by Fu Yu.
It was as if she was using this method to prove that she was better than Fu Yu and had more exquisite acting skills.
But the reality is not as beautiful as she imagined.
The villain's facial makeup played by her was so bad that it not only failed to become a hit, but instead became a source of complaints from those in the film and television section.
Today, she came to try out the role of a rich lady, which was basically her true self and there was no difficulty at all.
Just when she thought she could let it go, the director opened his phone and saw the news about Fu Yu winning the championship. An idea struck him: "Let's take advantage of the popularity of this play and also have a female gaming expert."
"Yes, the spoiled young lady genre is already saturated. Esports, amateurs defeating professionals, this theme is inspiring..."
The director touched his bare head and pointed at Jiang Lu, "Um... Miss Jiang Lu..."
"Can you play games?"
Jiang Lu could tolerate becoming a laughing stock, could tolerate choosing the wrong man, and could tolerate missing Mu Yanshi.
She couldn't accept that she had to imitate Fu Yu to win a valuable role.
A few minutes later.
Jiang Lu's agent was waiting outside the door. When he saw her, he quickly went to greet her.
"How about it?"
"I don't want to act anymore. I don't want to act anymore."
Jiang Lu roared and pulled off her wig.
Five months later, a TV series based on Fu Yu was launched.
Fu Yu was standing by the TV. It was an idol drama, and the plot was mainly about love.
The male protagonist is a music producer, and he also has a pseudonym of being a domineering CEO.
He is 190cm tall and has a strong build.
From the character design to the figure, it looks very much like the dog sitting next to Fu Yu.
Of course, there is one difference.
The male protagonist in the play has dark skin, while Mu Yanshi has cold white skin.
Fu Yu couldn't bear to watch it for a few minutes, feeling embarrassed as if his secrets had been exposed.
Just as she was about to leave, the man next to her grabbed her wrist and held her in his arms.
Mu Yanshi fast-forwarded to the end and saw the producer's title faintly marked.
"I think our story could be more exciting. The screenwriter is still too conservative."
Fu Yu covered Mu Yanshi’s chin as he leaned forward.
"If we really follow Brother Mu's usual way of filming, we won't be able to pass the review at all."
Fu Yu dodged Mu Yanshi's kiss.
Suddenly, she covered her mouth and retched.
Here it comes.
Fu Yu pinched Mu Yanshi calmly.
"Call the family doctor immediately."
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After Mu Yanshi retired gloriously from the Mu family in his later years, his only career was to take care of Fu Yu.
From the children's perspective, that is not called care, it is called possession.
After all, who would take care of him? He even has to feed him water one sip at a time.
Only after helping Fu Yu lie down did Mu Yanshi breathe a sigh of relief and held Fu Yu's hand tightly.
A glimmer of clarity suddenly appeared in the turbid eyes.
"Ayu, actually, that love show wasn't the first time we met."
Mu Yanshi caressed Fu Yu's sleeping face.
His memory recalled the first night his mother left him. He climbed up to the attic and looked downstairs with a deathly pale face.
He wanted to jump, but passed out because he had been fasting for too long.
In the dream, a figure hugged him, stroked his forehead, and told him that all his suffering would disappear.
He will live a happy life.
Is it a fairy?
Is it a god?
Too many painful memories diluted this somewhat metaphysical dream.
On his deathbed, Mu Yanshi finally recalled the dream.
I also remembered the face of the fairy in my dream.
The fairy is his future lover.
It was the happiness bestowed upon him by fate.
"Progress 3/3, congratulations to the host for completing the mission."
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The seventh world has been repaired.
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