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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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609 Chs

THE DAY AFTER THE WIN

ASTRID woke up rather later than he was used to. It was because he left the after party with Ellis nearing midnight. It's not just because of tiredness or lack of sleep, the alcohol he drank also played a role.

He got up from the bed while letting out a yawn. He left the room after washing his face. The moment he did, he immediately smelled the delicious scent of food.

"You're awake?" Reas voice called from the kitchen.

Astrid raised his head and looked in that direction. He raised his brow when he saw his brother wearing an apron and was putting a small pot on the table. Not only that, there were also other simple dishes on the table, like scallion pancakes and fried dumplings.

No wonder he smelled something delicious. It turned out that Reas was cooking.

"Let's eat breakfast," his brother continued.

Astrid walked over and sat down in his usual seat. He looked at the small pot of congee and asked, "How come you suddenly thought of cooking?"