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

Then, the person got off the car completely.

The entire film set, filled with the cacophony of voices and the roar of machinery, seemed to have been muted.

Everyone was stunned.

This...this is Xiao Chen?

The man before them was completely different from the Jack they remembered, the one with clear eyes in the icy seawater.

His hair was cut extremely short, almost touching his scalp, revealing his full and smooth forehead.

The skin is no longer that delicate, cold white, but a healthy honey color kissed by the sun.

What's most striking is his physique and demeanor.

A simple black tight-fitting T-shirt outlines a terrifyingly muscular physique.

Full pectoral muscles, chiseled abdominal muscles, and perfectly defined deltoids extending from the shoulders to the arms.

It is full of explosive power.

He was no longer that lovable, handsome young man.

He is a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, a cheetah lurking in the jungle.

Those once melancholic peach blossom eyes are now sharp as an eagle, sweeping across the entire room with an undeniable sense of oppression.

He looked like a superhero who had stepped right out of a concept art.

"Oh My God……"

The model gun in the prop man's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

He didn't feel ashamed; he just stared intently at Xiao Chen, his Adam's apple bobbing, before blurting out the words.

"That's awesome!"

That sound seemed to break the silence on the film set.

The male staff members' eyes were filled with the most primal male worship.

They admired this extreme self-discipline and envied this transformative change.

This is what a man should be like!

The female staff members reacted more directly, and more... enthusiastically.

A blonde, blue-eyed script supervisor's clipboard slipped from her hand and fell to the ground, but she didn't even notice.

She simply covered her mouth, her turquoise eyes sparkling with stars.

"Oh God... I think I'm pregnant."

The makeup artist's assistant next to her was a hot Latina.

She made no attempt to hide her desire, licking her lips and speaking in a voice only her best friend could hear.

"I want to have his baby right now, no, I want a whole football team of babies!"

Xiao Chen seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of scene where everyone was in the spotlight.

He ignored the burning stares around him and walked straight toward director Michael Bay.

"Director, I'm here."

His voice was clear and crisp, with a slightly husky magnetism that seemed to penetrate everyone's ears like an electric current.

Michael Bay, the director known as a tyrant on set, was stunned for a full three seconds.

He looked Xiao Chen up and down, his gaze gradually shifting from scrutiny to amazement, and finally to the ecstatic joy of discovering a treasure.

"Xiao! You...you were born for this role!"

Michael patted Xiao Chen's strong arm excitedly, the feel of which made him even more satisfied.

He was initially worried that Xiao Chen's overly handsome face would diminish the character's tough-guy image.

In hindsight, all my worries were unnecessary.

This face paired with this body creates a wonderful chemical reaction.

A fatal allure that combines ultimate beauty with ultimate power.

"I'm in good shape and ready to start anytime."

Xiao Chen smiled slightly, a smile that softened his sharp features and added a touch of familiar affability.

It was this smile that drove the women around him completely wild.

The Latina makeup artist's assistant immediately came over with a glass of ice water, her chest intentionally or unintentionally brushing against Xiao Chen's arm.

"Xiao, is this your first time filming in the desert?"

"Drink more water, or your skin will get worse."

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, and the implications in her eyes were almost overflowing.

Xiao Chen stepped aside, naturally took the water glass, but didn't drink it.

He looked at the other person with clear and open eyes, a helpless yet tolerant smile on his lips.

"Thank you. But I can't drink this water. My assistant prepared some special electrolyte water for me, as Aunt Hua instructed."

He cleverly brought up Wang Jinhua.

The girl blushed, but didn't feel embarrassed.

Because Xiao Chen's rejection was too gentle and too nonchalant.

That helpless smile seemed to say, "I can't do anything about it, my manager is very strict."

Make her feel like she's not being rejected, but rather participating in a fun game.

Instead of backing down, she found the man even more attractive.

Soon, preparations for the first scene were complete.

This scene depicts the male protagonist evading Decepticons in an abandoned factory, involving a series of challenging parkour and dodging maneuvers.

Michael Bay sat behind the monitor, his expression serious.

Although he was satisfied with Xiao Chen's image, his acting skills and action abilities were another matter.

He was prepared to shoot seven or eight, or even a dozen, takes.

"Action!"

As the clapperboard fell, Xiao Chen's expression changed instantly.

One second he was that gentle and humorous young man, the next he was caught up in an alien war.

Sam, a high school student who is fearful, nervous, yet resilient.

He turned around abruptly, his face filled with terror, but his eyes were fixed on the direction from which the threat was coming from.

The camera followed him as he ran at high speed.

Every breath he took, every muscle twitch he made, precisely conveyed the character's emotions.

There is a container obstacle ahead.

With one hand supporting him on the ground and his legs pushing off, he flipped over with the agility of a cheetah.

Upon landing, he rolled over, dissipating the impact and avoiding the explosion point planned by the director.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful, full of power and beauty.

There was no dragging at all; it was even more perfect than the action choreography!

"boom!"

The explosion behind him caused the blast wave to make his black T-shirt stick tightly to his body.

The perfect lines of his back muscles were clearly visible in the firelight.

He turned around, his eyes filled with the shock of surviving a disaster and a hint of determination.

"Cut!" Michael Bay jumped up from his chair, ripped off his headphones, and looked on with unbelievable elation.

"That's a pass! Fantastic! A perfect take!"

The entire set fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous applause.

Everyone was stunned by what they had just witnessed.

That wasn't acting.

That was a real escape! Every reaction of Xiao Chen made them feel as if they were there.

The male staff were completely convinced. This wasn't some idol who relied on his looks; he was a born action star!

The female staff members watched with hearts in their eyes, wishing they could rush over and wipe his sweat immediately.

Xiao Chen stood up from the ground, dusted himself off, and resumed his calm and collected demeanor.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just given his all.

He walked over to the director, looked at the playback on the monitor, and asked calmly.

"Director, is there anything else that needs adjusting?"

Michael Bay grabbed his shoulders excitedly, shook him hard, and kept repeating the words.