When the Protagonist of a Melodramatic Article Hears Me Complaining

I am a passerby who has traveled into a long and bloody article. This article is full of bloody stories. The author has written more than a dozen couples for the sake of writing good articles! A full eight million words!

The main couples are — holding the script of the reunion, the top and the bottom leave without saying goodbye, and the bottom thinks that the top has a white moonlight, which leads to a ten-year gap.

—Holding the script of the two-way secret love, at a certain point, they misunderstand each other, and finally become enemies and tear each other apart.

—The bottom holds the script of the bitter love, and witnesses the president’s lute leaving, shedding tears and running away with the ball.

And I, an ordinary passerby, have all the plots in my hands (it’s useless), and I just drink tea and go through the plots every day.

I am the passerby classmate in the script of the reunion.

I am the errand assistant in the script of the feud.

I am also the butler who passes the microphone in the script of the scumbag top and the bottom.

My biggest wish is to leave this bloody world (hands together).

When I thought that I could be free as long as I quietly finished this eight million-word plot, suddenly one day, the world changed.