The Maknae Has to Be an Idol - Chapter 239

After his divorce, Lu Liang suddenly felt as if he was already half-buried now, after all, he could hear the sound of a revolving lantern, a sign of impending death.But then, he discovered that the noise was actually messages from the future, leading to a dramatic turn in his life....Living in the secular world, we are all ordinary people.Being ordinary isn't too bad; greedy for wealth, lustful, dark-hearted, selfish...[Not a single female lead, enter at your own discretion]

Jiang Ping’an returned to the era of scarcity and lived in a courtyard full of animals. How should he survive?

As neighbors with Qin Jingru and Qin Huairu, and in the same village as Liang Ladi, what story will happen between them?

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oung Master Shen Yanshi from the Shen family's conglomerate is known to be very picky when it comes to women, but Xiang-Nuan managed to catch his eye with her face that bore a striking resemblance to his first love.She played the role of a naive and innocent little white flower, doing her best to fulfill her duties as a stand-in.Yanshi was generous towards her, providing her with many opportunities in the past two years, transforming her from an unknown extra to a somewhat famous second-tier actress.However, when the actual first love, Miss Gong, returned, Xiang-Nuan obediently took the initiative to break up with him, and Yanshi nonchalantly let her go, saying, “Do as you wish.”After parting ways with Yanshi, Xiang-Nuan's once pure and innocent style underwent a drastic transformation, evolving into a sweet and spicy elegant lady style that drifted further away from her previous path.One day, as Xiang-Nuan was leaving the set, she spotted Yanshi's car parked outside.He looked at her coldly, “You acted well.”She modestly replied, “President Shen is too kind.”“Come back and continue acting.”Feigning affection, putting on a show, the one who falls in love first is the loser.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.