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

The last time she made spaghetti on a whim, it made Xiao Chen's chef question his life choices and almost made him quit on the spot.

However, under Avril's bright, expectant eyes, Xiao Chen showed no sign of anything amiss.

He picked up his knife and fork, elegantly cut off a piece of the "fossil," and put it in his mouth.

The teeth collided with the unidentified black object, producing a crisp "crunch" sound.

Xiao Chen chewed without pausing for a moment, swallowing the food without changing his expression.

Then he gave Avril a gentle smile.

"Mmm, it tastes good, and it's cooked just right."

Avril's eyes instantly lit up like two stars, and a blush rose to her cheeks.

She immediately forked up a large piece and excitedly held it to Xiao Chen's lips.

"Really? Then eat more!"

Xiao Chen readily opened his mouth.

The surrounding staff were stunned, their worldviews were shaken like never before.

That man who was as cold as ice and exuded a powerful aura in front of the camera.

At this moment, they are being fed a plate of "poison" so willingly.

This bizarre yet sweet scene is more shocking than any plot in a movie.

No one knew that with each bite of food, Xiao Chen was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.

His taste buds were screaming, and his stomach was protesting.

But his strong willpower and professional acting skills allowed him to perfectly control all his expressions.

He couldn't dampen her enthusiasm.

This girl, as fierce as a wildcat, was expressing her affection for him in her own clumsy yet sincere way.

All he could do was accept it all.

After lunch break, the afternoon's shoot will be a major dialogue scene.

While "Fast & Furious" is an adrenaline-pumping action movie, the emotional entanglements and inner struggles between the characters are also the soul of the film.

This scene depicts the character played by Xiao Chen experiencing a devastating defeat.

After losing his best friend, he is alone in the garage, having a conversation with his brother.

There are no intense actions, no cool special effects, only the extremely suppressed emotional collision between two men.

The director yelled "Action!"

Xiao Chen, who was laughing and joking with Avril just a second ago, suddenly became serious.

He leaned against the cold body of the modified car, his head down.

The light shone from the side, casting large shadows on his impeccably handsome face.

The air seemed to freeze.

"We lost."

The voice of "Dominic," played by Vin Diesel, across from him is hoarse.

Xiao Chen did not answer immediately.

He simply raised his head slowly, and his deep eyes were devoid of their usual gentleness and smile.

It was a complex emotion, a mixture of pain, anger, resentment, and the deepest self-reproach. His lips were pressed tightly together.

The jawline is taut and straight.

"lose?"

He repeated the word softly, his voice trembling almost imperceptibly at the end.

It was as if it were mocking someone, or as if it were chewing on endless bitterness.

"As long as we're alive, we haven't lost."

His voice was soft, yet it struck the hearts of everyone present like a heavy hammer.

That's not just an empty slogan.

Rather, it was a vow uttered by a man who, after falling into the abyss, struggled to his feet from a pool of blood and gritted his teeth.

His eyes shifted from initial confusion to pain, and then to the burning flames of revenge.

Finally, a deathly silence descended. It was a resolute decision, a disregard for life and death, a gamble with everything.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds.

"Card!"

The director's voice was hoarse as he stared intently at the monitor, his face flushed with excitement.

"That's fantastic! Shaw! You're a genius!"

Thunderous applause erupted on set.

Everyone was stunned by his performance and completely immersed in the emotional world he had created.

Avril stood outside the crowd, not clapping, but quietly watching the man slowly detach himself from the role.

She had seen him shine brightly on stage, and she had also seen him gentle and cheerful in private.

But at this moment, she truly saw the true nature of his soul.

It was a powerful, lonely soul, burdened with immense responsibility, yet still choosing to forge ahead.

At that moment, her wild heart, born for rock and roll, beat faster than ever before.

The director's voice almost cracked as he jumped up from behind the monitor.

His face flushed red with extreme excitement, and he rushed to the center of the field, wishing he could pick Xiao Chen up in his arms.

"My God! Shaw! This is a miracle!"

He waved his arms, his vocabulary so limited that he could only repeat praise.

"You captured the very soul of this scene!"

"No! You're the avenger who crawled back from hell!"

Vin Diesel also came over; this man who's as hard as a rock on screen.

At that moment, his eyes were filled with pure admiration. He didn't utter many flowery words, but simply extended his thick palm.

He patted Xiao Chen heavily on the shoulder.

"Brother, for a moment just now, I really thought we had lost everything."

His voice was deep and sincere.

"You made me feel fear and...hope."

The applause on set was thunderous and prolonged, from all the staff, including the lighting technicians, photographers, and script supervisors.

They all expressed their respect in the most enthusiastic way.

What they witnessed was not just a performance, but the birth of art.

A young actor from the East captivated Hollywood's top production team with just a few seconds of screen time.

Xiao Chen slowly exhaled, as if he were removing the heavy shackles he carried with him.

The icy, deathly resolve on his face quickly melted away.

Instead, he wore his signature gentle smile, which carried a hint of languor and apology.

"Sorry, I was a bit emotional just now. Did I scare everyone?"

He tilted his head slightly, his once bright and captivating eyes sweeping across the room.

It instantly dispelled the almost suffocating atmosphere.

Everyone then seemed to wake up from a dream and burst into laughter.

The stark contrast between his behavior and his actions made them even more amazed by the man's incredible control over his emotions; it was simply superhuman.

"My God, is this the true talent of an Oscar-winning actor?"

"It's not just about being an Oscar winner; it's been a long time since Jack in Titanic, and it's been a long time since he was an Oscar winner."

"He can play any role so convincingly, he's practically a monster!"

Avril didn't go forward; she just leaned to the side, watching the man surrounded by the crowd.

He casually joked with the director, then turned to Vin Diesel in fluent spoken English to finalize the details of the next shot.

He performed with complete ease, as if the performance that had just consumed his life was merely a trick he pulled off casually.