Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard - Chapter 285 - 226: A Painting_2

This is a virtual world composed of various films and televisions. Everyone in the world is working hard to conquer each copy, hoping to obtain copy rewards and become stronger.

Chen Ye, who came through, was pleasantly surprised to find that the copies that were difficult for everyone to pass were all the various film and television works he had seen in his previous life! !

Therefore, Chen Ye, who is familiar with the plots of these films and TV dramas, became super god…

“Great Tang”: Reincarnations have turned to Li Chengqian, Li Ke, and Li Tai one after another. Chen Ye chose to teach Li Zhi and eventually became an emperor!

“Wu Xia”: Everyone is thinking of ways to join the school to learn kung fu, only Chen Ye knows where the secrets are.

“Marvel”: When most of the Samsaras were slammed by the Avengers, Chen Ye had already collected six infinite stones!

ln the Higher Realm.{Ehhh! It’s started?} an entity exclaimed.{Yeah, but like, what the hell—she gave the golden finger to him? Of all people, someone useless and a scheming bastard?} another shot back, clearly not having it.{Someone Immediately Stop him he's corrupting the system!} An entity roared before they could even get ready for see how had had been chosen!___On Earth.[System Integration... 1%A wicked grin spread across his face. This was his chance—a chance to do something no one in those web novels and mangas and animes had ever done. To corrupt the system!minute later....[System integration... 85%...][System integration... 99%...][Integration complete!] It ran one last time...“Did I succeed?”And so the journey started.

After recently taking on the job as the President of Jing Sheng Group’s assistant, she is reports to the president, that has also just taken office, for work.

“Tomorrow morning, postpone all the meetings. At 9 o’clock, follow me to the civil administration office to receive the license.”

On the first day of work, she already encountered an overbearing president that is forcing her to receive the license. Should she resist or obey?

At night, a certain someone leans on the edge of the door, saying in a light and lazy manner: “Madam, I want to turn off the lights. Are you sure you want to go to sleep wrapped like a steamed dumpling while holding a knife?”

“Either that or you can go out to sleep!”

“Impossible, this is my home!”

“During the day, you transferred the house to me. So now it’s my home!”

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.