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

"The translation team is ready!"

"The photo set is ready!"

"Set off!"

Meanwhile, another, more proactive organization had quietly assembled.

Diba.

This is a legendary existence on the Chinese internet.

Adhering to the principle of "When Diba goes on an expedition, not a blade of grass will survive."

Once the collective sense of honor is touched, the energy it unleashes is enough to terrify any opponent.

"Brothers! Xiao Chen is being bullied!"

"He won the Grammy for his country, and now American capital wants to take him down! Should we do it?"

"Dry!"

"Fuck him!"

"I practically grew up watching Xiao Chen's movies!"

At a command.

Tens of thousands of netizens, like a well-trained army, instantly flooded the old man's Twitter account and his personal official website.

Instead of hurling insults, they uniformly posted the same image.

—A collection of news screenshots of Daddy's scandals over the years, accompanied by concise English translations.

In an instant, the old man's comment section transformed from a barrage of criticism against Xiao Chen into a massive exhibition of his dark history.

Even more incredibly, in less than half an hour, the personal website that my dad had spent a fortune building went completely black.

In the center of the screen, only one line of bright red text remained.

「APOLOGIZE TO XIAO CHEN!」

(Apologize to Xiao Chen)

Wang Jinhua's hand trembled slightly as she watched the battle reports constantly coming in on her phone screen.

This isn't fear, it's excitement.

This……

This is simply unheard of!

She had considered countless public relations strategies, but she never expected that the most helpful people would be these netizens in China whom she had never met.

They organized themselves spontaneously, had a clear division of labor, and were incredibly efficient.

This is no longer just a simple fan behavior; it's practically a national-level emotional outpouring.

Xiao Chen is no longer just a celebrity.

He is the beloved younger brother of the nation, watched by countless Chinese people as they grew up, and a banner that brings glory to them on the international stage.

Wang Jinhua's eyes felt a little hot.

She immediately called the public relations team; now was the perfect time to strike while the iron was hot.

"Did you all see that? The wind has changed direction!"

"Immediately contact all overseas media outlets we can reach."

"Send all this information that Chinese netizens have dug up to me!"

"Buy press releases, buy trending topics. Completely reverse public opinion!"

"quick!"

The eye of the storm on the internet is often accompanied by encirclement and suppression in the real world.

The next morning, the hotel where Xiao Chen and Wang Jinhua were staying was surrounded by reporters from all over the world.

Long guns and short cannons, like a dense, impenetrable jungle.

Wang Jinhua protected Xiao Chen as they struggled to walk towards the nanny van, escorted by more than a dozen bodyguards.

The flashes were so intense they nearly pierced people's retinas.

"Xiao Chen! What is your response to the accusation of assaulting a senior?"

"Did you really harass Dad?"

"There are rumors that the Grammys are considering taking back your award. Is that true?"

The questions were getting sharper and more malicious than the last.

Xiao Chen remained silent throughout.

His face, so handsome it transcended gender and race, remained expressionless.

Despite the chaotic scene, he didn't show even the slightest impatience.

This composure, in stark contrast to the frenzy around him, made some reporters uneasy.

A seventeen-year-old boy, facing such a situation, can still be so calm.

Either you have a strong mental fortitude.

Either you have a clear conscience.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to get on the bus.

A reporter, with all his might, thrust the microphone to Xiao Chen's mouth and shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Xiao Chen! In his latest interview, your father said he'll use all his connections in the Western music industry to completely blacklist you!" "Whether it's music or acting, you'll find it impossible to get anywhere here!"

What's your opinion on this?

This issue is full of provocation.

All the reporters stopped what they were doing and looked at Xiao Chen with hope.

This is the last chance; his answer will be amplified and spread throughout the world.

Xiao Chen, who had been silent all along, finally stopped in his tracks.

He slowly turned his head to the side.

Those dark eyes pierced through layers of lenses, precisely locking onto the reporter who asked the question.

The surrounding noise was silenced at that moment.

Everyone saw that the corner of the boy's mouth turned up very slightly.

That wasn't a smile; it was more of a nonchalant mockery.

He parted his thin lips slightly, and his clear, articulate Chinese, transmitted through the microphone, reached the ears of everyone present.

"If you can do it, then give it a try."

After he finished speaking, he didn't linger. He turned around, bent down, and got into the car.

The car door slammed shut, shutting out the entire world.

The reporters at the scene were stunned for a full three seconds.

What is Xiao Chen saying?

I don't understand!

It wasn't until a reporter who had studied Chinese translated Xiao Chen's words that the reporters erupted in a clamor.

mad!

That's insane!

This is not an explanation, not a rebuttal, but a declaration of war!

No one has ever said anything like that to Dad before!

Inside the nanny van.

Wang Jinhua's heart was still pounding.

She looked at Xiao Chen beside her, who was completely at ease and even took out his phone to play Tetris. She was both annoyed and amused.

"You little rascal, that was really satisfying to say!"

"You got me again."

But even though she felt relieved, she couldn't help but give her some advice.

"But this time, we've completely offended them."

"Next, he will definitely use every means to suppress you."

Xiao Chen didn't even look up, his fingers flying across the screen as he replied casually.

He doesn't have that chance anymore.

Wang Jinhua was taken aback.

"Um?"

Xiao Chen finally put down his phone and turned to look at her.

"Sister Hua, let's go to the best recording studio in Los Angeles."

Wang Jinhua hadn't reacted yet.

"What are you going to the recording studio for?"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly.

"Recording a song."

……

An hour later, in the West Coast's top recording studio.

The person in charge of receiving them was a renowned gold-medal producer in the industry, an old white man named Hans.

Hans was somewhat dismissive of Xiao Chen's arrival.

In his view, this young man from the East might be a genius at acting.

But musically, especially in the Grammys, he was just a lucky newcomer.

Moreover, he is currently embroiled in a scandal.

Hans’s tone was businesslike and distant.

"Mr. Xiao, our time is very precious."

"Please hurry, don't waste everyone's time."

Xiao Chen ignored his attitude and walked straight into the recording studio.

He spoke succinctly to the sound engineer who followed him in.

Give me a simple piano loop, 80 BPM, in G major.

The sound engineer hesitated for a moment, but still did as instructed.

A soothing piano melody filled the monitor speakers.