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

Cheng Long suddenly spoke.

"Do as he says!"

He stared at Xiao Chen, his last remaining doubts vanishing after the professional analysis he had just received.

This kid's an expert!

The wire stuntmen immediately stepped forward and carefully helped Xiao Chen put on his protective gear.

"All departments, prepare!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

"Action!"

At Chen Musheng's command, Xiao Chen moved.

He took a running start, jumped, and his body, like a nimble cheetah, leaped off the edge of the rooftop!

The whistling wind filled everyone's ears.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding in their throats.

If something really goes wrong, then it's all over.

In mid-air, Xiao Chen's body traced a breathtaking arc as it was pulled by the rope.

Just as he was about to crash into the wall of the building opposite, he suddenly exerted force from his waist and abdomen, and his body completed a neat turn in the air!

The movements are fluid, graceful, and full of violent beauty!

boom!

Both feet landed firmly and without the slightest deviation.

He unbuckled his safety harness, turned around, and faced the light.

His face bore the mark of Guan Zu, that insane, disdainful smile.

"Cut!"

Chen Musheng jumped up excitedly from behind the monitor, rambling incoherently.

"What a beautiful scene!"

"Much better than I expected!"

The entire crew applauded.

Cheng Long, however, did not applaud.

He just stared intently at the young man standing on the edge of the rooftop.

The scene we just witnessed couldn't be conveyed simply through acting.

The power generated during the jump, the core control in the air, the technique for releasing force upon landing...

Every detail is soaked with the sweat of years of hard work.

Only experts with a martial arts background can tell the difference.

This kid's fundamentals are frighteningly solid!

During a break in filming, Cheng Long took two bottles of water, walked over to Xiao Chen, and handed him one.

His tone had changed from the politeness of a senior to that of a junior to the appreciation of a fellow traveler.

"Kid, you're hiding your true strength."

Xiao Chen unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip, and smiled modestly.

"Brother, you flatter me. I only learned a little bit before."

Cheng Long also smiled, but there was a deep meaning in his smile.

"fur?"

"If this is just the tip of the iceberg, then 90% of the action actors in Hong Kong could go home and farm."

The two leaned against the wall and chatted casually.

From boxing routines to camera tricks, and then to how to design fight scenes that are both safe and exciting.

The more they talked, the more astonished Cheng Long became.

Xiao Chen's insights often coincided with his own, and in some details, he even thought more profoundly than Xiao Chen.

This doesn't seem like an eighteen-year-old at all; it's more like a seasoned veteran who's spent half his life in the martial arts world.

Cheng Long slapped his thigh hard, overwhelmed with emotion.

"I wish we had met sooner!"

"Ah Chen, to be honest, these days, not many young people are as willing to put in the effort as you are!"

At this point, his expression suddenly darkened.

He looked towards the Jackie Chan Stunt Team members not far away, who were preparing for the next scene.

Those buddies who went through thick and thin with him, who had been through thick and thin with him for half their lives.

Cheng Long's voice lowered.

"Look at them."

"In my entire life, I've never used a stunt double while filming, and I've suffered countless injuries."

"What am I after? I just want the whole world to see that the kung fu movies from our Dragon Country are made with real swords and spears!"

"But now..."

He sighed, his wrinkles filled with helplessness.

"The market is bad, and it's getting harder and harder to make kung fu movies."

"Audiences love watching those flying special effects; who wants to watch us fight with real punches and kicks?"

"I'm old, how many more years can I play?"

"I'm just afraid... afraid that one day I really won't be able to fight anymore, what will happen to these brothers who rely on me for a living?"

These words came from the bottom of my heart.

Xiao Chen listened quietly, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

He understood Cheng Long's worries all too well.

In his previous life, he witnessed the decline of kung fu films.

Those martial arts brothers with extraordinary skills were forced to change careers one by one, and all their skills could only be exchanged for an ordinary meal.

In the film industry, all that's left are those popular celebrities who can't even deliver their lines properly.

Making a couple of gestures in front of a green screen is considered being professional.

The roots of Chinese cinema lie in kung fu films.

If the roots are severed, even the most beautiful branches and leaves are nothing but a tree without roots.

He looked at the man in front of him who had dedicated his life to kung fu films.

This iron man, who always smiled in front of outsiders, now revealed the vulnerability of a hero in his twilight years.

Xiao Chen didn't say many words of comfort.

He simply turned his head and looked firmly into Cheng Long's eyes.

"Brother, it's a kung fu movie, you won't die."

Cheng Long was stunned.

Over the next two weeks, the entire crew witnessed what a truly explosive combination looked like.

Xiao Chen and Cheng Long, one righteous and one wicked, engage in a fierce battle in front of the camera.

Xiao Chen perfectly portrayed the character Guan Zu's wicked madness, vulnerability, and tragedy.

Every glance he gave was full of dramatic tension, powerful enough to rival Cheng Long.

Off-screen, the two became close friends despite their age difference.

Cheng Long shared almost everything he knew with Xiao Chen, who was always able to apply his knowledge to new situations and come up with brilliant ideas that impressed the entire Cheng Family Stunt Team.

The atmosphere on set was better than ever before.

That day, Xiao Chen had just finished filming an explosion scene and was returning to his trailer to remove his makeup.

Wang Jinhua called, her voice almost trembling with excitement.

"Achen, we can set off now."

"Oscars! Let's go walk the red carpet."

The day has finally come.

Xiao Chen didn't say much, only calmly replying "okay".

Soon, the news that Xiao Chen had asked for leave to go to the Oscars spread throughout the entire crew.

"Holy crap! Oscar! Xiao Chen is amazing!"

"This is simply bringing glory to the film crew... no, to the country!"

"I'd seen the news before, but hearing it again still sounds incredibly impressive!"

"Now we're truly going to be famous worldwide!"

The trailer door was pushed open, and Cheng Long rushed in, his face flushed, and excitedly gave Xiao Chen a big bear hug.

"Good lad! I knew you could do it! Hurry up!"

"Go and bring glory to our Dragon Kingdom!"

Xiao Chen was almost suffocating from being squeezed so tightly, and finally a helpless yet warm smile appeared on his face.

Oscar-winning actor.

This was an honor he wouldn't have dared to even dream of in his previous life.

In this life, she came to him so easily.

He looked at himself in the mirror, at that young yet familiar face, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

While the honor is certainly gratifying, his journey is still long.

……

Three days later, on a private plane bound for Los Angeles.

Xiao Chen leaned against the porthole, watching the lights of thousands of homes gradually illuminate below.

That city of stars, symbolizing the world's cinematic mecca, is right beneath our feet.

He closed his eyes.

What comes to mind is not the glittering golden statuette, but Brother Chenglong's worried face on set that day.

There's also a promise he made to himself regarding kung fu films.

That trophy might be very heavy.

But that promise carries even greater weight.