Take My Breath Away - Chapter 37 - Away From Carlos, The Lecturer

It took Gu Yu twenty years to realize that he turned out to be the vicious cannon fodder male supporting role in a novel.
Forcing the protagonist to sign a contract, and being playful and affectionate, he ended up with his family ruined and his family destroyed.
Just as he was about to establish a good relationship with the protagonist Gong and take advantage of the loopholes in the plot,
Who would have thought that the protagonist Gong in the book, and the ruthless boss who did not get along with the protagonist in the end, was actually his ex-boyfriend who was abandoned by him in high school? !
Oh ho!
Gu Yu: Thank you for the invitation, please don’t bother me.

Gu Yu, who was forced to follow the plot, faced the furious protagonist Gong who seemed to be about to commit murder in the next second. His ex-boyfriend,
With the wife of the future protagonist Gong in his arms, his current gossip partner, he numbly recited the lines: “I warn you, this is my man.”
Seeing Fu Yeyu, who was blazing in the eyes of the opposite party, who could pounce on him and tear him apart in the next second, he couldn’t help but reflect on himself: Why can’t I think about the protagonist’s attack? !

The main attack, the idler should be the heartless attack × the irritable boss suffers
Gu Yu×Fu Huayu

Content tags: strong, broken mirror, reunion, entertainment circle, wearing books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Gu Yu, Fu Huayu ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: Destroy, I’m tired
Conception: go round and round, or return to the original origin

- Description from novelbuddy

Su Yao, who was clearly a real daughter but died, was reborn.

In her last life, she swallowed her anger, and then she was cruel and cruel.

No one would think it would be too fishy to suck her blood.

Once again, she will be the last month, crowned with pearls, shining brightly.

Someone followed behind her while digging a hole for her, and painstakingly persuaded her:

Without so much effort, do you see the crown on my head?

You are the most gorgeous one above.

- Description from novelbuddy

[Youngster don't understand the charm of 'milfs', instead mistaking Lolitas as the treaures]Leading a life filled with regret and pain, Li Zhiyan reborn with a seemingly feeble 'system', taking back to 2010.Right at the moment he was about to be publicly rejected at graduation party after confessing his feelings with a bouquet of flowers to the school beauty, Yu Sisi, and about to become a joke among his peers for years.“I...I am reborn?”The wheels of a new fate begin to turn.All along, the school beauty Yu Sisi has only been deceiving and playing with him. In his past life, Li Zhiyan himself did not know and became a laughingstock, but now, as a reborn person, he has already seen the true face of this girl.He chuckled coldly, glanced at the mother of Yu Sisi on the side, the 41-year-old Aunt Gu Wanzhou.She was mature, intellectual, elegant, kind, considerate, low-profile.The sex appeal of a mature milf lady was radiating all around.Li Zhiyan decisively picked up the flowers, ignored the school beauty, and boldly confessed his feelings to this attractive mature woman in front of everyone.“Lady Gu, actually, I've had feelings for you for quite a while.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”