Korean entertainment: I can steal the luck of celebrities with bad records.

That evening, Lin Puzhi returned to his rented room and found a brown paper envelope lying at the door.

There was no sender information, only his name, written in neat, printed handwriting.

He opened the envelope; inside was a neatly bound stack of A4 papers—a script. The cover read: "Will It Snow for Christmas? Episodes 1-2 Script," Character: Han Zhiyong.

There was also a note:

"These are all your scenes. Memorize them in three days. The film set won't wait for you. —Manager Cui"

Lin Puzhi opened the script.

Han Ji-yong, the older brother of the female lead Han Ji-wan, is a college student who was admitted to Seoul National University.

His parents' proudest son, the village's most talented student, and his sister's favorite brother.

To help the female lead find the only keepsake left by the male lead's father, he jumped into the icy river and remained there forever.

"If I don't find the pendant today, I won't come out of the water."

These were Han Zhiyong's last words.

Lin Puzhi flipped through the scripts for the first two episodes, not just his own part.

He first read the script from beginning to end to understand the whole story, instead of just focusing on his own lines.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, turning the pages one by one. The light was dim, and the script paper rustled between his fingertips.

The story is simple. The male protagonist, Cha Kang-jin, is a genius architect burdened with family pain, and the female protagonist, Han Ji-wan, is his first love. On Christmas Eve, the two reunite, and past misunderstandings and hurts are gradually revealed.

The first two episodes are their high school episodes.

After reading the script, Lin Puzhi sighed. Screenwriter Lee Kyung-hee truly lives up to her title of "Queen of Tragedy," and with director Choi Moon-seok, a master of tragic romance—it's no wonder this drama is a hit.

Moreover, although Han Ji-yong's role is small, he has his own highlights and will surely be loved by many young Korean girls.

Of course, from his perspective as a time traveler, the plot is quite melodramatic. But every era has its own tastes, and young Korean girls today really enjoy this kind of thing.

Lin Puzhi has a very good memory.

By the third time he read it, he could even memorize the lines of the other characters.

It wasn't something she deliberately memorized. The original owner's brain was like a sponge, with a natural ability to absorb words and lines. Seven years of imitating movie characters and copying lines had long since etched this ability to "memorize lines" into muscle memory.

He closed the script, stood up, and used the bed as a riverbank and the pillow as his younger sister, Han Zhiwan.

"Who made my silly little sister cry again?"

He crouched down, as if putting his arm around his younger sister's shoulder by a river. His tone should be affectionate, but not too cloying—Han Zhiyong was his older brother, not his boyfriend.

The original owner had this sense of propriety in her memories: when she was a child in Busan, the older sister next door used this method to coax her younger brother.

"You knew your brother learned to scuba dive, right?"

He stood up, took off his virtual coat, kicked off his virtual shoes, and gave a peace sign to the air.

"I won't come out of the water until I find the necklace."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, jumped off the bed, and swam on the floor as if he were holding his breath underwater, then remained motionless.

three seconds.

Five seconds.

ten seconds.

He opened his eyes and exhaled.

No. The tone of the last line, "I won't come out of the water," is wrong. It was written as a last will and testament in the script, but Han Zhiyong didn't know he was going to die when he said it. He was just trying to cheer up his sister and show off a bit.

It should be relaxed, confident, and even a little bit like showing off, like "Look how awesome I am."

Rather than heavy and tragic.

Lin Puzhi did it all over again.

This time, when he said, "I won't come out of the water," the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and his eyes curved into a smile—just like the landlady's usual smile.

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The next morning, Lin Puzhi went to a coffee shop.

He wasn't going to work—he was off work today—but rather to resign.

Pushing open the glass door of "Murakami," the wind chimes tinkled. There were no customers yet; the proprietress was squatting on the floor grooming Donggua. A calico cat lay sprawled out, its fluffy belly exposed, looking completely content.

"You're here?" The proprietress didn't even look up. "Isn't today your day off?"

"Here to resign."

The proprietress paused for a moment.

Winter Melon meowed in dissatisfaction, rolled over, and turned its back to her.

"Resign?" The proprietress stood up, patted the cat fur on her knee, and looked at him with a smile—but Lin Puzhi noticed that her smile wasn't as natural as usual. "What, are you afraid I'll retaliate for what you did the day before yesterday? Let me touch you again, and I'll forgive you."

"No," Lin Puzhi said, "I'm going to film a movie."

"Filming?"

"It's an SBS drama, 'Will It Snow for Christmas?' A cameo role, not many scenes."

The proprietress was silent for two seconds.

Then she laughed, a real laugh this time, her eyes curving into crescents: "Oh, Pinocchio's going to be a big star? Does that mean I can't call you Pinocchio anymore, I have to call you 'Actor Lin'?"

"...You should just call me Pinocchio."

"Why did you suddenly decide to become an actor?"

"Because of his dream, Lin Puzhi's dream is to become an international superstar."

"Come on, I never knew you were someone who cared about fame. You're practically invisible in the store, and the boss doesn't even remember you except when it's time to get paid."

"Okay, I'll tell you the truth."

Lin Puzhi sighed, his expression suddenly becoming very serious, so serious that even the proprietress stopped petting the cat.

My name is Lin Puzhi, and I'm about to start lying.

"I'm not actually from Earth."

"Oh?" The proprietress raised an eyebrow.

"I am a warrior from the Kingdom of Light, 100,000 light-years away in the M78 Nebula," he paused, "My mission on Earth is to observe human civilization."

The proprietress didn't smile. She tilted her head, as if looking at a mental patient.

"And being an actor is the best way to observe."

"Think about it, a doctor experiences only one kind of life in their entire career. But what about an actor? This week you're a murderer, next week an emperor, next month a roadside stall owner. Every role is like a reincarnation. I get to see you cry, laugh, lie, pretend to be strong, and love someone to the point of madness up close."

"So don't ask me why I went to audition, the answer is—it's for work."

"Are you done talking?" the proprietress asked.

"That's all."

"Then transform and show me."

"...I forgot my transformation device."

"No delivery service for the M78 Nebula?"

"Interstellar Express is too expensive."

The landlady finally smiled. Not the kind of smile that says "You're so funny," but the kind that says "I give up trying to understand you." She shook her head, picked up the winter melon, and used it to cover half of her face, revealing only her pair of curved eyes.

"Okay, Mr. Ultraman," she said, "can you answer one question for me? If you can answer it, I'll believe you're Ultraman here on Earth to observe humanity."

"Ask away!"

Lin Puzhi began to wonder, could it be one of the seven mathematical conjectures, controlled nuclear fusion, or turning seawater into gold?

"It's very simple," the proprietress cleared her throat and asked:

"What is my name?"

What is your name?

Lin Puzhi opened his mouth, then closed it again.

He did not find the name in the original owner's memories.

The proprietress put down the winter melon, patted the cat fur off her hands, and looked at him with an expression that said, "You don't even know this, yet you dare to say you've come to Earth to observe humanity."

"If you don't even care about your own boss's name, would you care about humans, Mr. Pinocchio?"

After saying that, the proprietress turned and went upstairs.

"Meow." After saying goodbye to Lin Puzhi, Donggua followed the proprietress upstairs.

Lin Puzhi had no choice but to leave.

As Lin Puzhi walked out of the coffee shop and stood at the door, the wind chimes tinkled.

There was only one thought in my mind.

It's all the fault of the original owner.