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The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era

He just became the newly-crowned movie emperor when he died a tragic (actually, very stupid) death. On his way to cross the NaiHe bridge, he managed to evade Meng Po and not drink her soup. Thus keeping the memories of the life that he just had. But he would never have imagined that he would be reincarnated hundreds of thousands of years later. In the Interstellar era! If it happened to other guys, they would definitely want to be a mecha warrior. Don't most men dream of that at least once in their life? But sadly, that's not for him. There's only one goal in his mind - to be the number one star in the Interstellar era. With the knowledge and skills he got from his past life, he would definitely achieve it. But who was this annoying person who kept on pestering him? A certain prince smiled in a scary and crazy way: Cook food for me or else die. = a few months later = A certain prince leaned over and moved his face closer: I don't need food, I could just eat you. A bad tempered yandere gong X a reincarnated movie emperor shou *NaiHe bridge - a bridge that souls crossed to enter reincarnation **Meng Po - the lady on the Naihe bridge who gives out soup that lets the souls forget their memories, thus entering the cycle of reincarnation in a clean slate. Twitter: @tyramisu_wn IG: @tyramisu_novels

Tyramisu · LGBT+
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607 Chs

LAUNCH PARTY (II)

"HERE you are, our newest ambassador," Mr. Cook greeted Astrid with a delighted expression on his face. Truly the opposite of his expression when they first met.

Astrid resisted the urge to raise his brow. When they first met, Mr. Cook was obviously full of worry. Not to mention, the fact that he was most likely not in approval of him being the ambassador of their new perfume product. But he couldn't really voice that out because of Casey. Now that everything obviously went well, of course, the dissatisfaction he felt for him was now gone. As evidence by the other's bright smile.

Astrid also smiled—his business smile, of course. "Hello, President Cook. I hope we're not too late."

"Of course not. Everyone just arrived as well," Mr. Cook said, waving his hand.

"Glen, shouldn't you introduce us to this young man first?" one of the man talking to Mr. Cook earlier said.

"That's right," agreed by the other.