Friendship

While Others Fall in Love, I Go Crazy: The Supporting Female Character Smashes the Entertainment Industry

introduction:

[1v1 guaranteed sweetness + romance reality show + playfully going wild with memes + heartthrob + romantic battlefield + male lead]

Ning Xi lived for 21 years before realizing she was the universally disliked fake heiress in a novel where the rich family dotes on one child-a foil and stepping stone to the Real Heiress.

In the book, everyone who adored the Real Heiress got everything they wanted and became wildly successful, while anyone who went against her ended up miserable.

Ning Xi was silent. Ning Xi had an epiphany. Ning Xi got excited:

“I get it! I should chase after the Female Lead too! Be good to the Female Lead!”

So –

When the Real Heiress put on a brave face and spoke gently in front of Ning Xi’s fiancé, Ning Xi looked at her with genuine concern: “I know you want to be strong, but you don’t have to be strong anymore – I’ve got you!”

When the Real Heiress shed tears in front of Ning Xi’s Childhood Friend, Ning Xi yelled at him: “If you make her shed a single tear, I’ll make you bleed! If you break my sister’s wings, I’ll bring down your entire heaven!”

When the Real Heiress fainted in the arms of the Prince of Xiangcheng, Ning Xi swooped her up and warned him: “My girl – don’t touch, don’t steal, don’t even think about her. If you lay a finger on her, 110 takes me away, 120 takes you away!” (110 = police, 120 = ambulance)

When the Real Heiress was exposed for dating multiple guys and her reputation was ruined, Ning Xi fumed: “Even if we take ten thousand steps back, are those guys totally blameless?”

After going wild, Ning Xi’s whole mental state improved a lot.

But then, everyone else started acting weird.

The hot-tempered, sharp-tongued Childhood Friend started sending her abs workout videos; the cold fiancé’s eyes turned red and his voice shook as he begged her to get back together; the Villain Boss was willing to play the third for love.

Even the Real Heiress, who always put her down, was teary-eyed: “I thought I was just clever, but I didn’t expect you to truly love me.”

Ning Xi: ?

Everyone’s lost it…

Advising Breakup Eight Hundred Times, Finally Drinking at the Best Friend’s Wedding

I tried to persuade my best friend to break up eight hundred times, but in the end, I attended her wedding and drank her wedding wine.

On the wedding day, I sat at the main table with the guy’s strategist, both of us checking our phones and comparing notes.

We realized that every time the couple threatened to break up, it was always the two of us who got dragged into it.

Our chat histories were eerily similar.

[We broke up. This time it’s for real.]

[But what about him/her? What should I do?]

Guy’s strategist: [Maybe you should change jobs. You’d make a great clown in a circus.]

Me: [Pay me some compensation.]

Whoops, I’m Richer Than You All

On the night of my birthday, my boyfriend said he had to work overtime.

But his childhood sweetheart just posted a selfie on her WeChat Moments, holding his arm, with the caption: “No matter when, my brother will drop everything to come find me, hehe.”

My eyes burned and I couldn’t help but comment:

“What the hell are you giggling about?”

Hold On! Surviving the High-Temperature Apocalypse

At first, no one paid attention to this disaster. It began with several dozen days of relentless heat, with temperatures soaring above 45 degrees.

Soon after, the fields dried up and the lakes ceased to flow.

By the time people truly realized the severity of the problem, the end had already arrived.

The Final Truth

At university, the Counselor doesn’t care if you fail your courses, skip classes, or go clubbing at night.

They only care about whether you might die on campus.

Many universities that seem peaceful on the surface actually have unspeakable secrets.

At a media school located in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River, there was an incident where a student died on campus.

I can’t say exactly which school it was. The school paid us hush money and threatened us with smooth graduation to keep us silent.

Now that I have graduated for many years, I just want to tell this story.

I’ll try to keep emotion out of it and only recount what I personally witnessed.

I had a pretty good relationship with the deceased. We did everything together. The reason I want to tell this story is to restore the truth, because there are two versions of what happened.

The version still circulating at the school today is only a partial one.

All the names that appear later are pseudonyms. There’s no need to look them up or trace their origins.