[American Entertainment] The road to becoming a god

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1. This article has an American drama style, and all the bloody plots in American romance dramas are very sour. Please explain in advance, don’t scold me

2. There is no cp in the main text of this article, and the extra cp is Leonardo (please substitute the beautiful Li from the period of "Cat and Mouse Game")

3. In the early stage of this article, I will be serious about my career, and in the later stage, I will be serious about my blood, the protagonist of the heartthrob

4. In this article, Tom cruise is the first love, but he cheated on Beckham mentally, and later Beckham has an arrow towards the protagonist

5. Later in this article, Li Zi has a crematorium plot, the kind that was almost burned to ashes

6. The protagonist of this article has a nasty younger brother, who was buried later, you can read the extra chapter (family members) before making a decision

7. I drew the cover by myself, you can ask me for an appointment, hehe

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After paying the bill again, Gaspar wandered aimlessly on the street. He was wearing a brown coat, and the cuffs and hem were slightly white after repeated washing. The cold wind blew, and Gaspar would turn red. He put his hand to his mouth and let out a sigh, then stuffed it into his pocket.

It's almost Christmas, and the streets are covered with colorful streamers, with "Merry Christmas" written all over them, and sparkling powder will fall off when you touch them a little.

Many families have started pre-Christmas purchases. There is a gift shop on the corner of the street. Now it is crowded with people like Disneyland on weekends.

That prompted Gaspar to look into the store and, through the glass and the crowd, he saw the decorative fireplace inside, hung with shrubs and Christmas stockings, and next to it was a big, tall Christmas tree covered with various Decorated in different colors, with a golden star at the top, and gifts piled under the tree.

Although the meaning of this decorative business is obvious, it still reminds Gaspar of the beauty of the past.It was Christmas a few years ago, the family gathered around the fireplace after a big meal, and the process of unwrapping presents was always full of joy. The mother would hold the youngest child and watch them laugh, and then tell stories about her childhood , Warm and happy.

Everyone knows what a good Christmas Eve can mean for the whole family, especially when times are tough.

Gaspar hopes to have a Christmas that he can remember, and his younger siblings can smile contentedly like those children, but first, he needs to have money.

With the current financial situation of Gaspar, he can't even afford the 500 yuan to buy a Christmas tree.

Christmas without Christmas trees and presents is too pale, and Gasper's heart is broken when he thinks of the sight of his sensible little sister comforting him with a frustrated but strong tone.

'Anything is fine, at least let me have money to spend this Christmas. '

So at the next intersection, Gaspar squeezed into a transparent phone booth.He is an actor, and if an actor wants to inquire about work, he has to go to his agent.

The 90s was the beginning of a new era for Hollywood, which experienced a transformation from New Hollywood to Contemporary Hollywood, and from this year officially entered the stage of Contemporary Hollywood.

Gaspar Cook's congenital conditions are excellent, but his background is slightly worse, and he has not met his noble person.

Leaning against the plastic cover of the phone booth that divides the world between the inside and the outside, Gaspar waited for his frozen fingers to move freely before dialing his agent's number.

However, at this moment, he didn't know that he had become the highlight of the whole street. Whether it was a parent with a child, a student with a school bag, or a child with a toy, they all focused their eyes on him.

Human pursuit of beauty is eternal.

The black hair swayed around with the owner's movements, some of which were hung on the forehead, and the light brown eyes were like crystal clear amber, surrounded by long and curly eyelashes, which made people have the urge to kiss.The high nose bridge and slightly protruding cheekbones indicate his Germanic ancestry, and the marble statue-like jawline makes him look sharp, while the sporadic freckles on his face play a good role in modifying and softening his temperament. field.

A group of young girls stared at him intently. They approached the phone booth, laughing and shoving each other.

"Don't push me, I'll ask for the phone number when he comes out!" said the prettiest blonde among them, checking her makeup and throwing the scarf back to reveal her full breasts and cheerleader outfit underneath, "No Boys can turn me down."

Minutes later, however, the proud cheerleader met Waterloo.

The black-haired boy didn't even look at her, and the blond girl covered her mouth with tears in her eyes, but this didn't arouse even the slightest pity.The little girl couldn't stand the teasing eyes around her, so she ran away quickly, and the group of girls followed after seeing this, and the lively crowd became much quieter.

I saw Gaspar frowning tightly, his preoccupied look slowly disappearing into the cold wind.

"What did that call say?"

Someone softly asked the question that everyone wanted to know, but unfortunately, they would not know the answer.

……

His agent was in trouble, Gaspar concluded.

And this trouble is very big, otherwise his always calm manager would not be able to speak incoherently like he did on the phone.

Joe Grint was a good guy, one of the few guys in Hollywood who made money with conscience, Gaspar couldn't figure out what kind of trouble he would get into, so he could only speed up and rush all the way to the scene.

The scene refers to the agent's apartment, which is also his office.

The door was unlocked and opened a disturbing slit.

"Joe Grint!" Gaspar yelled his manager's name and rushed in.

Inside, like being baptized by a Lee tornado, everything is not where it should be.

The light blue curtain was violently torn in half, one side of the beam was broken, and it was skewed in front of the window, all the books on the bookshelf were scattered on the carpet, and there were fragments of wine glasses gleaming with cold light beside them, which were neatly placed on weekdays. The documents on the table were scattered all over the room, and the most valuable desktop computer in the room was thrown into the trash can. The inappropriate size made a big bag bulge out of the trash can, and the mouse and keyboard of the main machine were connected to it. On the outer wall of the trash can, there are still some fast food boxes that are bleeding soup...

"God! What happened!" Gaspar's eyes widened in disbelief, "Joe? Are you there?"

"I'm here……"

A faint voice sounded, and when Gaspar stepped carefully across the mess to reach the window, he saw his manager lying under the half of the curtain, his hair exploded like an electric shock, his body was burnt black and smelled like a paste , with his chubby figure, he looks like a coal ball, the kind that has been used.

"My God, have you become Thor?" Gaspar pulled the manager up from the ground, and the burning smell got into his nose, and he couldn't help blocking it with his hand.

"There seems to be a catastrophe in this house," he said. "What's going on, Joe, and I'm worried about you."

The manager stood still, and suddenly turned his head to look at Gaspar, with an indescribable madness on his face.

Gaspar was startled, and took two steps back to distance himself from the manager. "Joe, you're scaring me," Gaspar said, moving his Adam's apple up and down.

Joe stayed in this Frankenstein attitude for a few more seconds before slowly answering Gaspar's question, "You won't believe what I've been through, it's crazy."

His voice was terribly dry, but his eyes were terribly bright.

"Gaspar, I see the future!"

Gaspar looked at the agent in horror, his mind frantically told him to leave this place, but his moral sense kept him where he was.

"Joe, listen to me, you are very mentally disturbed now." Gaspar said reassuringly, "You need to sleep for a while."

"No! I don't need it! You have to listen to me! You are the chosen one, the king who is destined to be admired by all people!" Qiao roared: "I really see the future, you have to believe me and join me!" S!"

Of course Gaspar didn't believe it.

"Are you on | drugs, Joe."

"I didn't! The system told me!" Joe spun around the room like crazy, the shards of glass on the ground creaked, "System, system! You told him what the future would be like! Let me let you go!" Let him play it again!"

"What! Gaspar can't hear, why?"

"No, he has reason to know all this!"

"You are my system now, you have to listen to me, I want you to tell him!"

Joe was talking to himself frantically, as if there really was another person in the room talking to him.Gaspar looked around the room, but there was nothing. Suddenly, his scalp felt numb and his back felt cold.

Joe's sick, Gaspar thought, probably mentally.

The agent saw the look on Gasper's face and said, "You don't believe me?"

"No one will believe you," Gaspar replied. "Everyone knows that Back to the Future and the Terminator are impossible. Joe, you really need to see a psychiatrist."

After saying that, Gaspar walked towards the door.The phone in the room was apparently out of order, and he had to find a neighbor to answer the call, and Joe needed professional help.

But something strange happened.

Gaspar's hand is on the doorknob, and he can walk out with a light touch, and then follow his idea to ask the neighbor to borrow the phone to call the doctor for help.

But he didn't, and Gasper froze, something thrust into his head.

He saw a man very similar to himself stepping up to the podium and accepting the Oscar from the host. The man was wearing an expensive custom black suit and had a decent smile on his face.

He also saw the man who was very similar to himself sitting on a luxurious yacht basking in the sun, surrounded by handsome men and beautiful women.

He also saw the man leading his team to negotiate with others. According to the information on the screen, they were talking about a billion-dollar business.

The image disappeared, and Gaspar was almost unable to stand still. He shook his butt twice and sat on the ground, the hair on his forehead slipped out of his eyes. He wanted to raise his hand to fix them again, but found that his fingers were shaking unreasonably.

Not just his fingers, but his whole body was trembling.

What Joe said was true, he was right!Now Gaspar was as mad as Joe.

That is the real future!

[Do you believe it now? 】

Gaspar heard a mechanical male voice, unlike any communication device, the voice was in his head.

"Who are you!" Gaspar yelled, "Did you let me see those images?"

[Yes,] said the voice, [Hello, Gaspar Cook, I am a mechanical life form produced by Gaomos in the future, you may call me the System. 】

"What are you...?"

[I was born in the future world, a Gaomos split body of the mother of mechanical life forms. In a war, I was injured and fell into this world. 】

[I rely on human belief and belief to survive, and only you can help me, Gaspar Cook, the best in history recognized by Hollywood in the future. 】

"Me?" Gaspar pointed to himself in surprise, "You chose me?"

[It's not that I chose you, it's your future that makes my goal only be you. 】The system said, 【You are not only the most shining star in Hollywood history, you are also the only industry giant in human history who straddles the three realms. Only the energy you generate can bring me back to my time. 】

"In other words, I am equivalent to a garden, and you are equivalent to the flowers planted in my garden, absorbing people's belief in me and growing." Gaspar summed up the words of the system.

【Yes, you can understand that. 】

"But..." Gaspar looked at the manager puzzledly, and after receiving a gesture of shrugging his shoulders, he asked: "Since you want to absorb people's belief in me, why did you put it on Joe?"

The system was silent, and it took a long time to speak.

[There was a small mistake when parasitizing, I can only connect with the agent Joe Grint who is connected with your fate. 】

Gaspar inexplicably heard a hint of embarrassment from the mechanical voice.

"Okay then, let's set off for the best throne in history." Gaspar patted his butt and stood up. He looked at the manager and asked, "Where do we start?"

The agent smiled, "Start with the resources left by River Phoenix."

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The author has something to say:

【Push in advance~】

"There's always someone spying on me"

Jing Xiaolou is a patient with severe social phobia, barely living in the apartment left to him by his parents by relying on simple jobs that can be done at home.

Seeing that the deposits are getting less and less, Jijishe fears that he will finally compromise for his life, and hangs out the post of "recruiting roommates" with trembling hands.

Unexpectedly, a bunch of requests were received very quickly.

Some even expressed their willingness to exchange three times the price for the opportunity to live with Jing Xiaolou.

Jing Xiaolou:?

After thousands of choices, I finally selected a normal person. On the day of the house inspection——

It was a well-dressed handsome foreign man.

"Good day, little sir, I'm Ariane Talbot, your future roommate."

……

The new roommate always wears a three-piece suit, black leather gloves, and a carved cane. He behaves more gentlemanly than he looks, and Jing Xiaolou is very satisfied with him.

only……

I don't know why, since I got a new roommate, weird people always come to him and say something to him that makes people blush and heartbeat.

Moreover——Jing Xiaolou's dream has also become weird and sticky, and the content is quite difficult to talk about.

Waking up from another day, Jing Xiaolou ran into the bathroom in a panic.

And where he couldn't see, the new roommate licked the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you for the hospitality, Xiaolou, your (dream) is delicious."

【small theater】

When Tianjing Xiaolou came out of the bath, he was taken aback by his roommate standing at the door. He wanted to step up to care, but social fear was social fear after all, and he didn't say a word.

The door closed, and the roommate finally couldn't bear to change back to the original.

The indescribable evil god rushed into the bathroom, greedily absorbing every trace of Jing Xiaolou's scent, it wrapped itself around the bathtub, felt the remaining temperature of the other party, and calmed down contentedly.

But not enough.

That night, it reached out to Jing Xiaolou's door again.