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

Several girls who had just returned from outside were frozen in place.

"I...I didn't see wrong, did I?"

"It's Xiao Chen... the living Xiao Chen!"

"Oh my god, he's at school! What a chance encounter on campus!"

"He's so handsome in person!"

The whispers quickly turned into a small commotion.

Xiao Chen was already used to this.

He nodded politely to the girls as a greeting, then quickened his pace and walked towards the dormitory building.

Even so, some bold girls still chased after him.

"Xiao...Xiao Chen, junior!"

"I...I've liked you for a long time!"

"May I have your phone number?"

Xiao Chen stopped and looked at the girl in front of him.

The girl's heart almost stopped from his gaze; she felt so happy she was about to faint.

Xiao Chen smiled and refused in a very gentle voice.

"No, you can't."

"But thank you for liking it."

The girl was stunned.

Although I was rejected, a warm feeling welled up inside me, and I foolishly blurted out.

"No...you're welcome..."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything more and turned to continue walking.

For students at the Beijing Film Academy, the campus is never short of handsome men and beautiful women.

But Xiao Chen's appearance made all ordinary beauty pale in comparison.

He is not a student.

It's more like a standard.

The next day, the atmosphere in the classroom of the first class of the performing arts department was exceptionally lively.

"Did you hear? We have a new teacher for our acting class this semester!"

"Really? Isn't Teacher Zhang a good teacher?"

"I hear the new teacher is a big shot! A specially appointed associate professor at the university!"

"How big of a star are they? Are they as big as Gong Li?"

Yang Mi sat in the middle of the classroom, her long legs casually crossed.

He rested his chin on his hand, listening listlessly to his classmates' gossip.

She wasn't very interested in the new teacher.

Xiao Chen is all I can think about right now.

Yang Mi sat in the crowd, feeling all the blood rush to her head.

In his mind, he kept replaying the words he had said to Xiao Chen on the first day of school.

"If you need anything at school in the future, just mention my name, and I'll protect you!"

Covered...

Protecting an associate professor?

The students around suddenly became quiet.

"A new teacher has arrived!"

Yang Mi stiffly raised her head, just as a tall, slender figure stepped into the classroom.

The moment Yang Mi saw that figure, she dropped her pen and wished she could disappear into the ground.

No child?

Is it really that coincidental?

Xiao Chen!!!

She happened to meet Xiao Chen's gaze from the podium.

A faint smile flickered across those beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Then, he looked away, picked up the roster, and spoke calmly in his magnetic voice.

"Attend class."

"Now, let's begin taking attendance."

"Yang Mi".

The first name is hers.

"arrive……"

Yang Mi squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, her cheeks flushed red, and she buried her head deeply, daring not to raise it again.

It’s over.

This is incredibly embarrassing.

After roll call, the air in the classroom split in two.

Half of it was the low pressure around Yang Mi's seat.

The other half is an excited flow of air filled with pink bubbles.

"Oh my god, is he really our teacher? Am I dreaming?"

"I'm definitely not skipping acting class this semester! Full marks! I have to get full marks!"

"His voice is so beautiful, when I heard him say my name, my legs went weak..."

"Look at his hands, so well-defined knuckles, so white and long, the way he holds the roster is like a work of art!"

These subtle praises reached Yang Mi's ears without missing a single word.

She felt her cheeks getting even hotter.

An inexplicable sense of unease welled up inside me.

It's a bit sour, and a bit stuffy.

Of course she knew Xiao Chen was very handsome, so handsome he didn't seem real.

Can't these people be a little more reserved?

He's a teacher now!

Yang Mi secretly lifted her eyelids and quickly glanced at the podium.

Xiao Chen had already put down the roster, his expression calm, completely unaffected by the commotion in the classroom.

He asked a question.

"What is performance?"

A simple question quieted the noisy classroom.

The students looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xiao Chen continued speaking.

"Today, we won't talk about theory."

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chen's gaze fell on a somewhat nervous boy in the first row.

He casually flipped open the textbook and pointed to a passage.

"This student, please read a passage from 'Thunderstorm'."

The boy stood up and stammered as he recited Zhou Ping's lines, his voice dry and devoid of emotion.

A few soft snickers rang out in the classroom.

The boy's face turned bright red.

Xiao Chen didn't criticize; he just listened quietly.

Then, he repeated the lines the boy had read in the same tone.

"Dad, please don't think I'm afraid of you..."

The words were exactly the same, but when Xiao Chen said them, the emotion completely changed.

Just one sentence.

A living, breathing Zhou Ping stood before everyone.

That's some serious acting skill!

If the students were only amazed by Xiao Chen's appearance just now...

Now that they heard Xiao Chen giving a serious lesson, they realized how precious it was to have a class taught by him.

Yang Mi's heart was pounding as she watched.

Since entering the Beijing Film Academy, she has taken many classes taught by excellent teachers.

But no one can be like Xiao Chen.

With just one line of dialogue, a character's soul can be extracted and laid bare before the audience.

The image of the smiling boy in her mind contrasts with the powerful aura emanating from the associate professor of performing arts on the podium.

The two figures began to overlap and intertwine wildly.

She thought she was only attracted to Xiao Chen's appearance.

Now she realized that what she was infatuated with was his entire radiant soul.

In the following classes, Xiao Chen used the most direct method to show these gifted students what true professionalism is.

He can switch between more than a dozen emotions in an instant, portraying different states of the same character.

He can accurately analyze the hidden character motivations behind every punctuation mark in the script.

He could even go on stage himself and act opposite the most timid students.

Use your performance to guide the other party, and even a stubborn rock can spark a flame.

The students in Class 1 of the Performing Arts Department were completely convinced.

The way they looked at Xiao Chen changed from initial amazement and curiosity to pure admiration.

This has nothing to do with age or status.

In the field of acting, Xiao Chen is undoubtedly the king.

……

A few days later, in the afternoon.

The sycamore leaves on campus droop lazily in the sunlight.

Xiao Chen had just finished his morning classes and returned to the lounge that the school had specially arranged for him.

My phone vibrated.

The words "Aunt Hua" appeared on the screen.

Xiao Chen answered the phone.

"Aunt Hua, did you miss me?"

The voice that came from the other end of the phone was not Wang Jinhua's usual capable and composed voice.

Instead, it was a series of suppressed breaths filled with immense excitement, even sounding somewhat distorted.

"Xiao Chen..."

Wang Jinhua's voice trembled.

"We...we did it!"

"Oscars!"

"It's the Oscars!"

Xiao Chen's smile faltered slightly.

"Titanic has been nominated?"