Became a Strategist with a 100 Intelligence and 100\% Accuracy - Chapter 194: Her True Feelings (1)

I want Hollywood to be the Hollywood I want – Lancelot Strelow
His life was full of ups and downs, rebellious, and brilliant. No one can deny his excellence. With hundreds of millions of box office in his left hand and countless trophies in his right, even the most critical film critics have to lower their heads, let alone It is said that countless movie fans all over the world worship him, leaving an indelible mark in this era.
But, he is a bastard.
He is a complete jerk, he relies on Hollywood to become famous, but he is a rebel in Hollywood, his disgusting personality makes him the public enemy of the entire Hollywood, he unscrupulously impacts everyone’s bottom line, and he stimulates everyone unrestrainedly With his nerves, he lightly challenged everyone’s authority, and his unrestrained talent was like a nightmare from which he would never wake up. However, no one could refuse him.
You can only avoid falling in love with him if you completely loathe him – The New York Times

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Lin Qian once thought the man she wanted would be handsome and formidable, able to “create clouds with one turn of the hand and rain with another turn” in the business world, causing her to look up to him in admiration. There would be nothing he could not accomplish.

After Cheng Qing’s death, he transmigrated into a book he had read
There is a female supporting actress who is arrogant and charming, and is so beautiful that she is top-notch only by her appearance – Luo Xi
Because he always stumbles upon the heroine in variety shows, he has gradually become disliked by thousands of people.
In the end, I broke my leg horribly.
Cheng Qing felt sorry for her, so she took the variety show and wanted her to avoid the hero and heroine
Later, Losey really avoided
She followed Cheng Qing the whole time.
“Qingqing, can you cook?”
“Qingqing, can you do laundry?”
“Qingqing, can you drive?”
Cheng Qing will do anything for her
Luo Xi would crouch in front of her and smile: “You are so nice, you can do anything.”
Cheng Qing choked: “…I won’t”
Luo Xi looked at her with wide eyes in doubt, Cheng Qing was helpless: “But I learn.”
In the variety show, Cheng Qing and Luo Xi were pulled cp
The cp powder is overwhelming, shouting for food every day
Later, Luo Xi asked Cheng Qing, “Do you like me? That’s why you help me with everything.”
Cheng Qing was silent for a moment and replied, “Sorry.”
From now on… um, start the wife-chasing crematorium mode? (probably – dog head)
【Reading Tips】
*The gentle and intellectual young lady vs the arrogant and innocent young lady
* Same-sex marriageable background
*Sweet doting on his wife, there is a plot of chasing his wife in the crematorium (possibly, dog head)
*Updates are a bit slow
*Progress seems to be a bit slow
*Sweet text, everyday style
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The gentle and warm lady sister vs the cold and lonely big shadow queen

Content tags: Breaking the mirror, reunion, entertainment, supporting women, wearing books
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...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.