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

But she couldn't let go of Xiao Chen.

"My mom was just being affectionate towards her handsome son."

Xiao Chen chuckled softly.

He took off his sunglasses, revealing a face that could instantly eclipse everything around him.

The movements of everyone on the film crew froze at that moment.

Dead silence.

Only heavy breathing could be heard in the hall.

"My God..."

The assistant director's walkie-talkie fell to the ground with a thud.

They had expected to see a beautiful, delicate young man, like the one in Titanic, with a touch of melancholy.

But the Xiao Chen before them completely overturned everyone's perception.

A year of reflection and intense fitness training has allowed his physique to fully relax and improve.

He is 1.85 meters tall.

A simple white tank top paired with an open work shirt perfectly accentuated his almost flawless muscle definition.

Broad shoulders.

Narrow hips.

His chest muscles were full but not bulky, exuding a strong masculine aura.

The boyishness had faded from his face; his features were now as deep and defined as a marble sculpture, yet his skin remained enviably flawless.

It was an ultimate visual impact, a perfect combination of Eastern elegance and Western bone structure.

"Did he...did he go for special forces training this year?"

A female staff member covered her mouth tightly, her face turning bright red.

It's so eye-catching.

With looks and physique like that, not to mention female viewers, even hardcore male viewers aged fourteen to forty-five would have to exclaim how handsome he is.

It was a pure, powerful kind of cool.

Michael Bay and Don Murphy jogged out from the inner room to greet them.

"resemble!"

"Welcome to the Transformers crew!"

Michael Bay was even a little flustered, his eyes glued to Xiao Chen and unable to look away.

This is the male lead he wanted!

A tough, handsome young man who can run wildly through ruins and fight alongside alien steel behemoths!

Compared to Xiao Chen, the previous candidates were like malnourished street thugs.

"Hello director, hello producer."

Xiao Chen politely shook hands with the two, a perfectly timed humor on his face.

"I heard there are lots of big toys here, so I couldn't resist coming to take a look."

There are very few lines.

But that effortless confidence and casualness instantly won over everyone present.

"Haha, of course! Our toys are definitely big enough!"

Michael Bay burst out laughing.

"Xiao, can we start the audition right away?"

"no problem."

Xiao Chen nodded slightly.

The audition scene was when the male lead, Sam, first saw the Autobots transform. He needed to express extreme shock, fear, and excitement in front of an empty green screen and ruins.

This is extremely challenging for actors who can perform without props.

"Action!"

With the director's command.

Xiao Chen's originally carefree and easygoing temperament underwent a dramatic change in an instant.

He took a sudden step back, his leather shoes screeching against the gravel.

His pupils suddenly contracted.

There are no extra lines.

He just stared intently at the empty space in front of him, his body trembling slightly from the extreme shock.

It was the oppressive feeling brought about by technological power that did not belong to this world.

He swallowed hard.

Then, his eyes gradually shifted from initial fear to an uncontrollable frenzy and excitement.

Every subtle muscle twitch, every shift in the gaze, perfectly captures the psychological trajectory of an eighteen-year-old boy who suddenly discovers that his family's used car has turned into an alien robot.

"Perfect……"

Michael Bay, behind the monitor, slammed his fist on the table in excitement.

This is the power of a movie star.

He doesn't need any special effects; his performance is enough to automatically conjure up the image of that towering steel giant in everyone's mind.

"stop!"

Michael Bay stood up excitedly and clapped wildly.

"resemble!"

"No one in the world, except you, is worthy of this role!"

"Let's sign the contract now!"

The surrounding staff also burst into enthusiastic applause.

Xiao Chen dropped his on-screen persona, casually dusted himself off, and gave the director an innocent smile.

"So, does that mean I can stay and play with the cars?"

"certainly!"

"Play however you want!"

Wang Jinhua watched this scene from the side, shook her head helplessly, but couldn't help but smile.

That brat.

Wherever you go, you will always be the brightest star.

The audition contract was finalized amidst Michael Bay's almost obsequious fervor.

This industrial behemoth, touted as the one that will shatter Hollywood screens, has finally officially entered the long and tedious initial preparation phase.

Because it's the first blockbuster with all special effects, even though the director is a workaholic on set, a lot of time still had to be spent on capturing light and shadow and building models.

The production company gave a notice to begin filming a month later.

Xiao Chen was happy to have some free time.

Since the director likes big toys, Xiao Chen, as the investor and the absolute male lead of this film, naturally had to add some exciting elements to the production.

Just like when filming Fast and Furious.

He paid for it out of his own pocket.

He transferred three limited-edition supercars, some of which were no longer available in the world, from his private garage across the ocean.

It was flown to the filming location in Los Angeles with all smooth sailing.

When those three sleek, steel behemoths, radiating the glow of money and top-tier industrial art, parked in the film crew's garage.

Almost all the male staff members on the entire production crew went crazy.

"Oh my god, this is a rare, one-of-a-kind Aston Martin concept car!"

Michael Bay didn't even care about being a director; he threw himself onto the hood of the car, his eyes wide open.

"Xiao, you're practically my god!"

"If this car could transform in a movie, men would have a collective climax in the theater!"

Producer Don Murphy kept swallowing hard, looking at Xiao Chen as if he were a walking gold mine.

Xiao Chen put his hands in his pockets.

That face, capable of captivating men and women of all ages from fourteen to four or five worldwide, carried a hint of harmless languor.

"If the director likes it, that's fine. If it breaks, it's on me. It's just a toy anyway."

In short, it's a simple, understated statement.

The surrounding American staff gasped in astonishment; this was a limited edition worth tens of millions of dollars.

You think you can just treat it as a toy?

Wang Jinhua stood not far away, watching the group of Hollywood bigwigs circling around her artist.

The sense of pride I felt was indescribable.

"Alright, stop showing off your big toy to them. People back home are pressing you for something. Hurry up and look at this."

Wang Jinhua walked forward with a smile and patted a thick document on Xiao Chen's chest.

Xiao Chen took it casually, his affectionate peach blossom eyes blinking.

"Aunt Hua's productions are always top-notch. Is the second season of 'Back to Field' ready?"