Host, You're Targeted

“Max！ Max！ Max！”

Su Muyang back to the dormitory, Lin Ji and Xu Tianxi Internet cafe about the game to go, so not in the dormitory.

He's crazy, yelling at the system.

The system, as if it had just woken up, cleared its throat: "I can hear you."

Su Muyang's back against the room door trembled, "can I finish this task?"

Max: "do you think about it?"

Su Muyang bit his teeth and didn't say anything. He pinched his fingertips into his palm and kept shaking.

Max is still the voice of mechanization: "the first task will be forced to end, and you will be dismissed. If you have a good idea, you can submit an application for ending the task."

Sumiyan closed his eyes in pain.

Although he was dissatisfied and confused at the beginning, after he really started the task, he found that living a different life was not a good thing for him to improve his acting skills.

He had a dream of film emperor since he was a child. It is ridiculous to say that he was born in such a family, but he has the delusion that one day he will stand on the stage that people all over the world can see and win the prize recognized by all.

Luo Yibei is very similar to him.

They are stubborn and indifferent, and apart from the things they care about, nothing else in the world can attract their attention. They live like zombies, but still yearn for the day when their hearts will be warm.

It's like human beings longing for fire, waiting for Prometheus.

After realizing this, Su Muyang opened his eyes. His black eyes gradually became clear, and a blue light focused in his bright amber eyes.

He was born in the dust, and it's not surprising what kind of potential diseases he might have hidden in his body.

Isn't it from the big breast beauty to the long legged handsome guy? What does it matter? He has lived for more than 20 years. What has he not experienced? Once so difficult, he has come, now like a man what?