I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

"[Breaking News] Has the 'professor' from China transcended the boundaries of dimensionality in terms of looks?"

The post was instantly filled with thousands of replies.

"My God! Is this a real human being? I always thought Takuya Kimura was the pinnacle of Asian beauty!"

"Upstairs, Kimura is a master, but Xiao Chen... he's a god!"

"Do Min-joon is so handsome! That aloofness that comes with living for four hundred years, and that deep affection for only one person... ah, I'm dying!"

"We've found resources from an independent fan-made subtitle group! Sisters, let's go! We'll give our hearts to the professor!"

Cold country.

As the birthplace of idol culture, fans here have always had absolute confidence and pride in their country's artists.

But this time, their defenses were completely shattered by a Chinese man named Xiao Chen.

On Naver's trending topics list, eight out of the top ten are related to Xiao Chen.

#XiaoChen'sLooks#

#Do Min-joon and Cheon Song-yi want fried chicken and beer on the first snow#

#I want to buy Xiao Chen oppa a whole building#

"This is insane! Why can't our country's screenwriters write scripts like this?! Why don't we have actors like this?!"

"Stop being so sour, admit it, Xiao Chen's looks are the lifelong dream of plastic surgeons in South Korea."

"Didn't he act in 'Titanic'? He was just a teenager back then, how could he... how could he have evolved like this!"

"I declare that from this day forward, Xiao Chen is my ultimate bias! My one and only!"

In Southeast Asian countries and even as far away as the Middle East, countless female viewers lost sleep that night because of the same name.

They may not speak the same language or have different cultures, but they share a common pursuit of beauty.

Xiao Chen's portrayal of Professor Do conquered the aesthetic sensibilities of the entire Eastern continent with an unparalleled presence.

They envied the fans in China, who could live on the same land as such a god-like idol.

Television stations and video platforms from various countries almost simultaneously requested to purchase the copyright from Shiba Culture.

price?

Drive as you please!

Shishiba Culture, CEO's Office.

Wang Jinhua hung up a phone call from Fuji Television in Japan, her face showing undisguised exhaustion and excitement.

She looked at the world map on the computer screen, at the red dot representing the popularity of "Xiao Chen".

It has spread from China and illuminated a large area of ​​Asia.

"That brat..."

She rubbed her temples, her tone full of indulgent complaints.

"You always cause such a commotion for me, you're such a worry."

Her thoughts drifted back to many years ago.

That genius who, in "Farewell My Concubine," captivated Chen Kaige and Leslie Cheung with just a single glance.

The boy who stood on the Oscar stage, thanking his mother, Ye Huimei, and her in fluent English.

It feels like just yesterday.

Now, he has grown into a man who captivates all of Asia.

The desk was piled high with documents: endorsement contracts for top luxury brands, scripts for A-list Hollywood productions, invitations to New Year's Eve galas from major TV stations...

Any one of these documents would be enough to excite any celebrity to the point of not being able to sleep for three days.

But Wang Jinhua only glanced at them before pushing them aside.

She knows Xiao Chen too well.

These worldly successes could not move him at all.

The only thing that excites him is a challenge.

Only those characters who can make him burn himself out and push his limits.

"Building muscle..."

Wang Jinhua murmured to herself, her gaze falling to the window, her eyes becoming deep.

"What kind of monster are you trying to play this time?"

……

one year later.

Wang Jinhua stared at the blinding sunlight outside the window, her anxiety rising like boiling water.

That year, Shiba Culture made a fortune thanks to the success of "My Love from the Star".

As the person in charge, she is well aware of the crisis of "overexploding popularity".

The man who captivated all of Asia, the "brat" she raised, has been missing for twelve months.

For a full 365 days, apart from the regular messages of safety, there was no news of Xiao Chen.

He is in seclusion.

He locked himself in a secluded, devilish training camp in order to play that so-called "monster" role.

The secretary pushed open the door and came in, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Sister Hua, several TV stations from Japan are trying to lower our prices again, saying we haven't had any new dramas to replace them..."

Wang Jinhua waved her hand impatiently.

"Go out."

She doesn't want to hear these trivial things right now.

She wondered what had become of the boy who had once captivated audiences in "Farewell My Concubine" and brought tears to the world's eyes in "Titanic".

Although Shiba culture still dominates in China.

However, to capture markets in other countries, a continuous stream of blockbuster products is needed.

The phone on my desk suddenly started vibrating wildly.

The names flashing on the screen made Wang Jinhua's breath catch in her throat.

"Xiao Chen?"

She picked up the phone, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly.

A deep, magnetic laugh came from the other end of the phone, carrying a hint of languor and youthful energy.

"Aunt Hua, did you miss me?"

It still tastes the same.

It's still the same Xiao Chen who's so sweet-talking that no one can stand him.

Wang Jinhua's eyes welled up with tears, but she didn't hold back her words.

"You actually came back? I thought you'd died in some gym!"

"How could that be? I haven't even taken care of you in your old age yet."

Xiao Chen laughed heartily on the phone.

"Come out and greet me, my top agent."

When Wang Jinhua saw Xiao Chen at the private airport, she almost dropped her Hermes bag.

Is this really the same aloof and serene Professor Do?

The man in front of me was wearing a simple black vest, his bulging chest muscles stretching the fabric to the point of almost bursting.

His arms were as strong and defined as marble sculptures, and every muscle exuded explosive power.

He pushed his suitcase, his steps carrying an aggressive air akin to that of a wild beast in the jungle.

But that face was still so otherworldly that it seemed otherworldly.

"Holy crap..."

Several flight attendants passing by were completely stunned; some didn't even notice the tray had been overturned.

"This...this is a body shape that a human could possibly grow into?"

"He used to be a prince straight out of a comic book, now he's like the god of war from Greek mythology!"

"I'm dead, really, please help me..."

A murmur arose, and even a few daring male security guards couldn't help but take a second look.

That pure, gender-transcending visual impact is Xiao Chen's innate talent.

Xiao Chen walked up to Wang Jinhua and naturally gave her a bear hug.

"Aunt Hua, is this physique acceptable?"

Wang Jinhua was almost unable to breathe because of his tightness, and she patted his back while laughing and scolding him.

"Let go of me! Are you trying to kill me with that strength?"

She took two steps back and carefully examined him.