Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

[This is a parallel timeline, so please view it with a critical eye.]

October in Beijing is a time of clear skies and crisp autumn air.

A gentle breeze rustled through the sycamore trees lining the road.

Humming a little tune, Deng Zhe slowly rode his electric scooter onto this side road.

He was wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans, and his hair was unkempt and sticking out in a mess.

"Damn! How come this lousy company is in such a remote location?"

Deng Zhe glanced around at his surroundings and sighed.

He had no choice; after lying at home for a year after graduation, his mother forcibly kicked him out of the house.

"If you can't find a job, don't come back."

These are his mother's exact words, Ms. Wen Guihua, and she recommended this job interview to him.

Deng Zhe sighed.

Actually, he wasn't a person of this era.

Five years ago, he was at his workstation arranging to show a house to a client.

A large truck burst through the door and headed straight for him.

Looking at the ever-growing front of the car, Deng Zhe really couldn't understand how it managed to get in right through the gate and head straight for him.

When he opened his eyes again, he had already arrived in this world.

Just as he was reminiscing about the past few years, a black G-Class drove up from the opposite direction.

The driver was swaying and wobbling, clearly a novice, or even a female driver.

Deng Zhe didn't pay much attention at first, since it was none of his business that other people were practicing driving.

However, as the G-Wagon drew closer, he felt increasingly uneasy.

What's going on? They're coming for me?

After swaying a few times, the G-Wagon headed straight at Deng Zhe.

"Damn it!!!"

Deng Zhe slammed on the brakes, but it was too late.

The scene from five years ago is being recreated.

"Bang!!"

The moment he took off, Deng Zhe had only one thought in his mind.

Are we going to time travel again? But this is a G-Wagon, not a luxury car.

"Splat!"

Deng Zhe, who flew in the air for half a second, landed cleanly on the hood of the G-Class.

His posture was very flamboyant, with his big butt sticking out and his head pressed against the windshield.

Fortunately, Deng Zhe is a law-abiding young man who was wearing a helmet; otherwise, he would have had a huge bump on his body.

Startled, Deng Zhe shook his dazed head and slowly opened his eyes.

Through the windshield, what came into view was a face with an incredibly grotesque model.

At this moment, that exotic face was filled with terror.

Their eyes met, one filled with fear, the other with surprise.

"Dilraba???"

Deng Zhe cried out.

That's right, the person in the car is Dilraba.

Even if Deng Zhe didn't follow the entertainment industry in his previous life, he still knew about this top celebrity who was often used as a scapegoat.

At this time, she was far from possessing the overwhelming aura of a top star she would later become.

His face, still a little chubby, looked incredibly youthful.

But a modeling pro is a modeling pro; even if he's still a bit green, he still has top-tier looks.

Deng Zhe felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a feather had tickled it.

The two stared at each other blankly for a full minute.

The sound of a loudspeaker behind him woke Deng Zhe.

He immediately abandoned his overly flamboyant pose and nimbly jumped off the hood.

He casually picked up his electric scooter.

Fortunately, although the front of the bike was smashed, it was still rideable.

Dilraba, who was in the car, also realized what was happening, opened the car door and jumped out.

"Are you...are you alright? I...I didn't mean to!"

Perhaps due to nervousness, her voice even had a slight sob in it.

Deng Zhe glanced at her, then waved his hand and said, "Never mind, you can go now. I have something to do."

After saying that, he got on the electric scooter and prepared to leave, but he really didn't have time.

My interview was scheduled for 9:00, and it's already 8:50. If I don't go soon, I'll be sleeping on the streets tonight.

Reba jumped forward, spreading her arms to block the electric scooter's path: "No, you can't walk! I'll take you to the hospital for a checkup."

Reba's voice carried a stubbornness and persistence. A gentle breeze ruffled the stray hairs on her forehead, and her eyes, which were exposed, were filled with a clear sense of responsibility.

Deng Zhe straddled the electric scooter, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"Miss Reba, I'm really fine!" Deng Zhe deliberately stretched his arms and legs:

"Look, he's perfectly fine. He just bumped his helmet on the glass. I really have something to do; I have an interview at nine."

"Is the interview more important or my life?!" Dilraba exclaimed anxiously, speaking rapidly.

"What if there are internal injuries? What if there's a concussion? I have to take responsibility!"

He pointed to his electric scooter and said, "Your scooter is all wrecked, how can you still ride it? It's too dangerous! I'll take you to the hospital and then pay for the scooter."

"Pay for the car?" Deng Zhe raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Do you know how much history and memories this car carries? It's priceless."

Seeing Dilraba's expression tense up even more, he waved his hand:

"Just kidding. Here's what we'll do: I'll leave you my phone number. If anything really happens, I'll hold you responsible, okay? Now, could you please be kind enough to let me over?"

"No way!" Reba said firmly, "I definitely need to leave my phone number, but I must go to the hospital!"

Looking at her determined expression, Deng Zhe glanced at his watch; it was 8:57.

Expecting this novice female driver to drive him there? The interviewer will probably have finished lunch by then and he still won't be there.

He scratched his head in frustration, experiencing for the first time since his transmigration what it meant to be "a scholar encountering a soldier, unable to reason with him."

"I said, Ms. Dilraba," Deng Zhe tried to put some pressure on her by using his status.

"You're a public figure, right? What if you get filmed hitting someone with your car on the street and then forcibly blocking their way... Wouldn't that be a sensational headline?"

Reba visibly shrank back, her eyes darting around nervously. Although this road was secluded, it wasn't entirely deserted.

"I...I'm not afraid! A mistake is a mistake, and I have to take responsibility! At worst...at worst, I'll get scolded to death by Sister Mi!"

Looking into her clear, college-student-like eyes, Deng Zhe really lost the will to tease her anymore.

I parked my electric scooter on the side of the road, opened the passenger door of my G-Wagon, and got in.

"Get in the car, are you waiting for the paparazzi to take pictures?"

"Huh? Oh, oh, oh!" Reba, realizing what was happening, quickly opened the car door and got in.

Inside the car, Deng Zhe turned to look at Reba and said calmly:

"Tell me, Ms. Dilireba Dilmurat, what exactly do you want?"

"Huh?" Dilraba turned around in surprise, her eyes shining. "How did you know my full name?"

Deng Zhe shrugged: "Is that so difficult? Isn't remembering someone's full name basic etiquette?"

"But since I entered the industry, no one has ever remembered my full name." Dilraba was a little frustrated, and her head drooped.

"That's because you're not famous enough yet. Once you become a top star, everyone will remember your full name."

"Top star? I can become a top star?" The girl forgot her frustration and looked at Deng Zhe with clear eyes.

"Otherwise, with your modeling skills, it would be an injustice if you didn't become popular." Deng Zhe pointed to her exotic face.

Our ancestors conquered the Western Regions not for those raisins.

The sudden compliment made Dilraba blush slightly: "You...you're pretty too."

"Of course, I'm handsome and I know it!" Deng Zhe said proudly.

"Pah! Shameless!" Dilraba said, but the smile on her face was genuine; she hadn't been this happy in a long time.

"Alright, alright!" Deng Zhe saw that she had relaxed and suggested leaving.

"I really have to go. If I don't go for the interview soon, my mom won't let me in the house tonight."

"No!!!" Dilraba grabbed Deng Zhe, who was about to open the door and get out of the car.