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

"Oh My God! Is this the same Jack Dawson who stole my heart? He just stole my soul too!"

"How did Xiao Chen transform from a pretty boy into a muscular man? What other surprises do we not know about him?"

"Director Michael Bay is right, Xiao Chen was born for the big screen; he can handle any role!"

The entertainment headlines of major media outlets were instantly dominated by the name "Xiao Chen".

Vanity Fair: "The astonishing transformation of the Eastern dragon: Xiao Chen announces the arrival of a new era with his muscles."

The Hollywood Reporter: "Fast & Furious is already a hit before its release, and Xiao Chen's transformation will be the core driving force of its global box office success."

In the office of Shiba Culture, the phone rang incessantly, and Wang Jinhua's cell phone was so hot it looked like it was about to explode.

"Sister Hua, it's gone viral! It's gone viral all over the internet!"

A young publicity officer blushed with excitement.

Wang Jinhua sat behind her desk, picked up her coffee and took a sip; her eyes behind her glasses were frighteningly calm.

"As expected."

She put down her coffee cup, her voice steady.

"Let the publicity department proceed according to the original plan; the second batch of materials can be released now."

"Tell them to keep a steady pace and not let the fans' enthusiasm get the better of them."

"yes!"

After hanging up the phone, Wang Jinhua looked out the window, and finally couldn't help but smile slightly.

The child she had watched grow up once again amazed the world with his talent and vision.

At the center of this storm, Xiao Chen was wearing headphones.

Leaning against the window of the plane flying south, I quietly watched the sea of ​​clouds outside.

The phone screen displayed a WeChat message from Ye Huimei.

"Son, eat well over there and don't overwork yourself."

He tapped his fingertip lightly and replied with a single word.

"it is good."

Then I turned off my phone.

The online storms, the fans' frenzy, and the media's praise were nothing more than fleeting clouds outside the window to him, disappearing without a trace once they passed by.

His destination was the filming location for the second season of "Back to Field"—a quiet seaside fishing village.

When Xiao Chen arrived at the destination in the program crew's special car.

The setting sun was slowly sinking below the horizon, bathing the entire village in a gentle golden glow.

The air was filled with a mixture of sea salt and fishy smells, salty yet refreshing.

Mushroom House is a small courtyard built by the sea, with white walls and blue tiles, carrying a touch of Mediterranean style.

Xiao Chen was the first to arrive.

He carried a simple suitcase, pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate, and went inside.

In the courtyard, the program's director, Lao Wang, was giving instructions to several staff members.

Upon seeing Xiao Chen enter, everyone instinctively stopped what they were doing.

The photographer behind the camera trembled and almost dropped the machine.

God!

Is this Xiao Chen, the guy who drives countless people crazy online?

I am more impactful than I am on the poster!

Simple casual pants and a black short-sleeved shirt perfectly accentuated her inverted triangle figure.

He simply stood there, yet a powerful aura emanated from him—calm and reserved.

Yet it also carries an undeniable sense of oppression.

Old Wang was the first to react. He quickly went to meet him, his face full of smiles.

"Xiao Chen! We've been waiting for you!"

"Wow, your physique is completely different from last season! You're like a different person!"

Xiao Chen put down his bag and, laughing, punched Lao Wang in the chest.

"Director Wang, it's been a long time."

He controlled his strength well, showing both intimacy and without seeming abrupt.

Old Wang took the punch with a cheerful laugh, then cleared his throat and his expression became "serious".

"Ahem, Xiao Chen, you've come at the right time. I need to announce our new rules for this season first."

Xiao Chen looked at him calmly, a hint of understanding in his eyes.

"Yes, please go ahead."

Old Wang began his performance, looking heartbroken.

"This season, our production team is facing a tight budget."

"Therefore, the previous rules for exchanging ingredients have been cancelled."

"All your food, clothing, and daily necessities must be earned by fishing at sea."

As he spoke, he pointed to the corner of the yard.

"The more you catch, the better the rewards you can get."

"If we catch too few fish... then we'll be left with nothing but the northwest wind."

Following the direction he pointed, Xiao Chen saw their "important production tools" for this season.

That was a... ship?

It was less a ship and more a pile of rusty iron sheets cobbled together.

The hull was mottled and covered with dents, and a few tattered fishing nets hung on the gunwale, as if a strong sea breeze could blow it apart.

The crew members were all trying hard to suppress their laughter, ready to see Xiao Chen's reaction.

Given his current status, it would be perfectly normal for him to lose his temper and leave on the spot upon seeing such an outrageous prop.

However, Xiao Chen merely raised an eyebrow.

He walked slowly to the wrecked ship, reached out and tapped the rusty hull, producing a dull "clanging" sound.

Then, he turned his head, looked at Old Wang who was looking expectantly, and a handsome smile appeared on his lips.

"Director Wang,"

His voice carried a hint of laughter, clear and pleasant to the ear.

"Was this ship... just salvaged from the set of Titanic?"

"It feels somewhat familiar."

Old Wang's face twitched a few times, but he managed to suppress the laughter that was stuck in his throat.

The director was rubbing his nose, about to retort, when suddenly a crisp sound of leather shoes came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Ah Chen! You're up early!"

Leslie Cheung's signature husky voice drifted in from afar.

He was wearing a loose striped shirt, sunglasses pushed up to his head, and carrying a stylish leather suitcase.

Following closely behind him was Anita Mui.

She wore an exaggerated wide-brimmed straw hat, and her bohemian-style long dress fluttered in the sea breeze.

"I told you I saw the van at the airport, but you walked so fast."

Mei Yanfang laughed and scolded, her gaze falling on Xiao Chen.

Her eyes were full of admiration, and she even couldn't help but reach out and pinch Xiao Chen's arm.

"You've gotten even more handsome in the last few months."

"Women all over the world are going crazy for your poster."

The red dot on the camera was flashing wildly. All the backstage staff of the directing team were staring blankly at the monitor.

Xiao Chen's face looks flawless under the high-definition lens.

The aura he exudes, refined by his Oscar-winning status, is a calm demeanor tinged with a roguish charm that makes hearts race.

"Brother, sister."

Xiao Chen's words were as sweet as honey as he casually took the handbag from Mei Yanfang's hand.

He bent slightly, his movements as elegant as if he were acting opposite someone at Buckingham Palace.

I miss you all. I'll peel some extra shrimp for you tonight.

Before the two superstars could reply, another small head peeked out from outside the door.

Dilraba, wearing a pair of white sneakers, awkwardly shuffled in.

She looked up and met Xiao Chen's smiling, almond-shaped eyes.

Dilraba's face flushed bright red instantly.