Wang Hui, the assistant of the short video team, overnight, had a lot of inexplicable shooting ideas in his mind, and under the impetus of one coincidence after another, he broke into the entertainment industry and began his weird and brilliant acting career
On the top of a skyscraper.
Fang Cheng sweated profusely as he continued to train.
1,000 high-five push-ups.
1,000 two-finger push-ups.
1,000 one-arm pull-ups.
1,000 one-arm handstand push-ups.
1,000 one-leg squats.
In addition, he persisted in doing dragon flag and blade push-ups for an hour.
Looking in the mirror, Fang Cheng was relieved.
"All six skills are maxed out, and I can finally synthesize the mythical talent, the body of Asura."
In the dark city of neon confusion, countless blood-red eyes surrounded him.
Chaebols, murderers, pagans, genetic modifiers, rebel organizations...
Fang Cheng carried a panel and broke into this seemingly ordinary mysterious world.
He started to practice from push-ups.
Fitness, boxing, Sanda, parkour, meditation, breathing, qigong...
Ordinary skills have reached unimaginable levels.
Push the limits of human beings and crush all the self-important "monsters".
Until - become the god of the new world!
[Urban setting, Feng Shui, physiognomy, Taoist priests, multiple female protagonists]
Zhou Fan, a wandering sorcerer, obtained a beast-patterned seal that recognized him as its master. From then on, he became proficient in magic and entered the Dao, but all he wanted to do was make money.
“Good sister, I swear to God I will never be fickle, or may I be struck by lightning.”
"Oh no! A bolt of lightning is coming! I'm doomed..."
"Oh! I almost forgot, I can withstand heavenly lightning."
[Era setting + System + Time Travel + Single Female Lead]
Lu Yuanfan travels back to 1989.
The original owner of this body was a complete scoundrel who squandered the child support money his brother sent back, and even stole his sister-in-law's salary to gamble and frequent dance halls.
The sister-in-law was raising two children alone, working hard in a textile factory, but the original owner took it all for granted.
Lu Yuanfan, who had transmigrated here, looked at all of this and just wanted to curse: What a fucking bastard!
He vowed to change everything!
Activate the all-around repair system, starting with repairing ceiling fans, radios, and televisions, and make a name for yourself in the county with your excellent skills!
He slapped the face of his neighbors who looked down on him.
They crushed the unscrupulous repair shop owner in the south of the city.
Help the dance hall owner solve a major problem and gain valuable connections!
Starting from a small stall in the West Market, he gradually opened shops, set up factories, and built a business empire!
Time travels back to the 1970s, and eighteen-year-old Du Shaojie has become the breadwinner of his family.
He has a chronically ill mother and two young sisters to support, while he's merely an apprentice in the company cafeteria.
With a meager salary and constant harassment from his superiors, life is a struggle.
With just a kitchen knife and a wok, he resolves to carve out a peaceful and happy future for himself and his family.
Years later, his favorite saying becomes:
"I'm not a master chef, I'm just a food lover."
As a high-quality male artist from the peninsula, Jeon Woo-cheol initially probably just wanted to fulfill his stage dream and prove himself under the watchful eye of his cheapskate father. Later, he discovered that, putting everything else aside, he was attracting more and more admirers… Jeon Woo-cheol: Well, actually I'm not very good at flirting, I'm a bit slow to warm up… Bae Suzy: ? Little brother, you're being naughty! Kim Ji-soo: Woo-cheol, you… Jeon Hee-jin: Woo-cheol oppa! Sisters: Woo-cheol, you're being naughty again…
[Persuading with reason + mockumentary + urban legend + slightly scary and satisfying story + no romantic pairing]
Chu Han, who survived a mysterious fire, discovered a "mystery detective" software on his computer.
You can obtain items by completing the exploration missions that involve strange occurrences.
By collecting fear directed at a specific target, you can enhance your items.
Chu Han: If I film the process of the bizarre mission as a horror movie, wouldn't I be able to exploit the fears of the whole world?
Thus, a horror movie blogger suddenly appeared and became a sensation across the internet.
Countless viewers watched his videos and trembled in bed at night, yet couldn't put down their phones.
Each video tells a bizarre story, as if the viewer experienced it firsthand.
An unknown figure appeared in a mountain climbing vlog;
Unidentified text appearing in the video's automatic translation;
The eyes outside the bathroom window are always watching you.
The "person" clinging tightly to my back...
Keen-eyed viewers noticed details in the video and exclaimed in surprise:
[Oh no, the ghost has caught up with us!]
Seeing the abandoned hospital appear to be surrounded by a maze of ghosts, the viewers in the live chat were filled with lamentations:
[Oh no, it looks like the protagonist is doomed!]
"Bang bang bang bang..."
After the horror video ended, the sound of evenly hitting objects continued to ring out.
Chu Han crushed the monster's head with a single squeeze and whispered:
"You... you've finished filming!"
PS1: Contains trace amounts of horror elements, but primarily focuses on urban horror tales, simulated horror, and found-footage themes.
PS2: No cultivation of immortality, no ambiguous relationships with female supporting characters!! The horror movie storyline will continue until the very end.
The first group of people to go home for the Chinese New Year have already taken their places.
Chen Chen, who was studying at Jiangcheng University, thousands of miles away from home, was unable to get a train ticket, so he had to settle for a second choice and spend more than 1,600 yuan to buy a soft sleeper ticket on the high-speed rail.
It's not that we can't afford high-speed rail tickets, but rather that regular train tickets are more cost-effective.
Unexpectedly, I ran into the aloof and beautiful junior from school.
What was even more unexpected was that they ended up buying tickets for the same sleeper compartment.
...
"You go first."
"Senior, can I switch seats with you?"
"Um, junior, it's a bit hot in the carriage, I need to take off my coat."
...
Before I met her, this school beauty was really aloof.
After we got together, junior, you smell so good.
[This story features a single female lead and is guaranteed to be sweet!]
[Urban slice-of-life, single female lead, pure romance, heartwarming daily life, roommates.]
On his way home from get off work and to dinner, Deng Wen'an ran into his high school classmate, Dong Xiaoyu, who was dragging her suitcase and looking for a place to rent.
Can I stay at your place for the night?
"May I bother you a little longer?"
Dong Xiaoyu originally planned to stay overnight, but ended up staying in Deng Wen'an's 20-square-meter single room.
The two slept in the same bed, and the original Chu-Han boundary became indistinguishable.
On their monthly days off, she would hold a cotton candy while watching the peacocks at the zoo, and the two of them would hold hands while watching the fish at the aquarium.
The two quit their jobs, and Deng Wen'an took Dong Xiaoyu back to his hometown.
He writes words that move readers to tears, while her fans in her live streams are showered with sweet moments.
"Teacher Dong, could you please stop for a moment? Could you please urge your partner to update his novel today?"
Dong Xiaoyu turned to look at Deng Wenan and said, "They're urging you to update your novel."
"Don't rush, it'll be finished soon."
Deng Wen'an yawned and continued, "I'll continue writing after I take a nap."
“Um… my microphone is on…” Dong Xiaoyu said.
Deng Wen'an took a breath and said, "I can feel the murderous aura even through the screen."
"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."
“Mr. Huang Tian, you are hallucinating.”
“I’m sure I heard it.”
"Then you have anxiety somatization."
"Anxiety somatization?"
"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."
"..."
On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness whatsoever, which put my mind at ease. However, that afternoon I was laid off from my job.
On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.
On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.
On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only turn off the voices calling my name, but also see the scene of the people talking about me—could I be a god?
September 9th…
Some time later, just when I thought my superpowers were over, I vaguely heard tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall rise."
I was stunned: Is this also the Yellow Heaven?