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

At the starting point of the torch relay, Xiao Chen was not the only one standing there; outstanding representatives from various fields also stood there.

Scientists, artists, athletes...

Xiao Chen knew that he was just one of them.

Countless long guns and short cannons were aimed at them.

Meanwhile, their images were seen on television sets across the country.

Dilraba sat in front of the TV at home, staring intently at the screen.

When Xiao Chen appeared, she stood up excitedly.

"Brother Xiao Chen!"

Yang Mi watched TV, a proud smile curving her lips.

Tang Yan clenched her fists tightly.

Looking at that spirited young man on TV, I was filled with indescribable emotions.

Liu Shishi had just finished her morning exercise when she saw Xiao Chen's figure on TV, and the light in her eyes became even more intense.

Soon, the torch relay began, and Xiao Chen arrived at his designated spot.

When the Olympic flame was passed to him, Xiao Chen began to run.

His steps were steady and powerful, each step seeming to tread on the hearts of all the people of the Dragon Kingdom.

His handsome face appeared even more sacred against the backdrop of the torch.

Countless cheering crowds stood on both sides of the road.

"Go China!"

"Go Olympics!"

"Xiao Chen! Keep it up!"

The deafening shouts almost pierced the sky.

The torch's heat remained intense even through the gloves; it was the heartbeat of a nation over the past century.

Xiao Chen ran, with an endless sea of ​​red flags stretching before him.

He could clearly see countless faces flushed with excitement on both sides of the street.

There were elderly people with white hair, their eyes filled with tears.

There were toddlers, still quite young, carried on their parents' shoulders, waving tiny flags with all their might.

He wasn't running for himself.

At this moment, he is the embodiment of millions of Chinese people.

He steadily passed the torch to the next person, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences with white hair.

The old man's hands trembled slightly as he received the torch.

He looked at Xiao Chen, nodded vigorously, and a light shone in his cloudy eyes.

"Well done, young man."

Xiao Chen bowed slightly and stepped aside.

He watched the flame continue forward, merging into the crowd, and felt an unprecedented sense of emotion.

Xiao Chen had completed his mission and was escorted away from the scene by staff.

But the storm surrounding him has only just begun.

The moment he completed the transmission, the online world was completely ignited.

Beijing Olympic Games Forum.

A post garnered tens of thousands of replies in just ten minutes.

[Title: This building is legendary! Who dares say Xiao Chen isn't the number one young man in our Dragon Kingdom! Live footage, so handsome it'll make your legs weak!]

The main building is a high-definition snapshot.

In the photo, the boy stands tall and straight, sweat trickling down his sharply defined jawline.

Her peach blossom eyes were focused, her lips were slightly pursed, and she exuded an indescribable sense of sacredness and responsibility.

Netizens have gone crazy.

"Holy crap! This photo could be used as the cover for a national propaganda video!"

"I've already set it as my phone wallpaper! I lick it a hundred times a day!"

"Don't try to steal my husband! Xiao Chen is mine!"

"Wake up, you upstairs! You can't even get the shoes he's wearing? I just searched, and that domestic brand of sneakers is sold out everywhere online!"

"Don't even mention it, even the white tracksuit Xiao Chen was wearing sold out in every size instantly!"

"It's not just sold out in seconds. My classmate is interning at the headquarters of that sports brand, and he said their boss was so excited he almost fell off his chair. The phone has been ringing off the hook with calls from distributors."

"This is a true sales queen! And she's promoting domestic products! Awesome!"

Forums, microblogs, and headlines on major portal websites were all dominated by the words "Xiao Chen" and "Sacred Flame".

His name is no longer just that of an actor or a star.

In the summer of 2008, he became a symbol.

A cultural totem belonging to the younger generation.

Countless teenagers began to imitate his clothing and learn his calm and composed demeanor when facing the camera.

The phone number for Shishiba Culture Company has been turned into a hotline.

Countless brands offered astronomical contracts, hoping that Xiao Chen would wear their clothes and use their products even once.

Wang Jinhua was also busy handling Xiao Chen's schedule.

All these calls were passed on to the assistant, who was then asked to respond.

"Xiao Chen's schedule is full, and he will not be accepting any new endorsements for the time being."

At this moment, the person at the center of the online discussion is sitting on a private jet bound for Los Angeles.

Xiao Chen changed out of his sportswear and back into a simple T-shirt and jeans.

He leaned against the porthole, watching the city skyline below shrink smaller and smaller.

Wang Jinhua handed her a glass of warm water.

"How does it feel? The creator of history."

Her tone was teasing, but the pride in her eyes was impossible to hide.

Xiao Chen took the water glass and took a sip.

"I feel...very tired."

He really needs to get tired.

I've barely slept for the past three days.

But the fatigue he mentioned was more mental.

After that extreme excitement and glory comes a profound emptiness.

Wang Jinhua smiled.

"It's good that you're tired; it means you really care about this."

"Take a nap. There's still a tough battle ahead when we get to Los Angeles."

Xiao Chen asked a question before closing his eyes.

"Is everything alright with Director Cameron?"

Wang Jinhua patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I've spoken with the production team. As long as you get back on time, everything will be fine."

"Besides, you are now a national hero. No matter how domineering Cameron is, he has to give China face."

"I've sent you the Grammy process and materials to your email. You can take a look at them when you have nothing to do on the plane."

"But don't take it too seriously. We're just going for a stroll and to broaden our horizons."

That's what he said, but Xiao Chen could see the expectation in Wang Jinhua's eyes.

A song.

Just one song, "Baby".

He debuted at number one on the Billboard charts and was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Pop Male Vocal Performance.

This is unprecedented in the entire Asian music scene.

Xiao Chen nodded and closed his eyes.

Amidst the roar of airplane engines, the hustle and bustle of Beijing gradually faded away.

……

Los Angeles.

Outside the Staples Center, the stars shone brightly.

This is the holy grail for musicians worldwide, the venue for the Grammy Awards ceremony.

A black Lincoln limousine slowly pulled up at the entrance to the red carpet.

The car door opened, and Wang Jinhua, dressed in a smart black suit, was the first to step out.

She looked around, and the sea of ​​flashing lights made her squint slightly.

Then she turned around and reached her hand into the car.

A foot wearing a limited-edition white high-top sneaker stepped onto the red carpet.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the car.

When that figure was seen, the flashes of hundreds of reporters on both sides of the red carpet paused for a fraction of a second.

Who is this?

A newly debuted rapper?

Or is he some rising star in the fashion world?

The young man before them was unlike any Asian star they had ever seen.