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

Xiao Chen put down his guitar, a fine layer of sweat beading on his forehead.

He looked at Wang Jinhua, his tone returning to its usual nonchalant manner.

"Aunt Hua, we're done recording, wanna go get a hamburger?"

Wang Jinhua was both amused and exasperated.

"Is this all you're going to do? Do you know what the consequences will be if this song is released?"

Xiao Chen shrugged, smiling like a smug little fox.

"What consequences could there be? It would just let them know that Chinese rock music can also blow the roof off."

He stepped out of the recording studio, where the sunlight was blinding.

The streets of Los Angeles remain bustling, but he knows that in a few days, the people here will remember this melody.

Back at the hotel, Xiao Chen received a call from his mother, Ye Huimei.

"Xiao Chen, don't overwork yourself over there. Mom got you a good luck charm."

Hearing the gentle voice on the other end of the phone, the murderous intent in Xiao Chen's eyes completely disappeared.

"Mom, I know. I'll come back and eat your noodles as soon as I'm done with this busy period."

Just as the tender phone call with Ye Huimei ended, the phone in the hotel suite started vibrating restlessly once again.

A familiar name appeared on the screen: Dilraba.

Xiao Chen answered the call, a natural smile playing on his lips.

"Feed?"

Immediately, a burst of excited chirping, like little birds, came from the other end of the phone, carrying the sweetness unique to young girls and a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

"Brother Xiao Chen! Have you arrived yet?"

"Is the US fun? Do you like the food?"

"Have you been recognized and cornered on the street?"

A barrage of questions came at me like popping beans, full of concern.

Xiao Chen leaned back on the soft sofa, the window overlooking the dazzling night view of Los Angeles, but the light in his eyes was gentler than the myriad lights of the city.

He listened patiently, chuckling softly.

"I've arrived, but I haven't had a chance to explore yet. I'm just staying in the hotel every day."

"Don't worry, no one's blocking me here. They prefer blocking highways."

His teasing tone made Dilraba chuckle on the other end of the phone, easing her tension considerably.

"You're kidding again! I saw the news that you're going to be a mentor on 'The Voice of China,' is that true?"

"With a bunch of top American pop stars?"

Xiao Chen's answer was understated.

"Hmm, let's go check it out."

Dilraba's voice was full of anticipation.

"Wow! When are you coming back?"

Xiao Chen looked at the starry sky outside the window, his voice low and carrying a calming power.

"soon."

"I'll go back once I'm done with this."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Chen's smile slowly faded, and his eyes became deep again.

His life has never been just one track.

Two days later, at Universal Studios, the recording site of The Voice Season 9.

The backstage dressing room was bustling with people, the atmosphere tense yet excited.

Wang Jinhua was carefully tidying up a custom-made black jacket for Xiao Chen, with a small dragon embroidered in a dark thread on the collar.

"Remember, talk less and smile more."

"You're here to keep things in check, not to argue with them."

Wang Jinhua kept nagging; she was even more nervous than Xiao Chen himself.

This is the highest-rated program in the entire country.

Of the four mentors, three are American superstars who have won numerous Grammy Awards.

There is only one Xiao Chen, an anomaly from the East.

Xiao Chen let her do as she pleased, looking at himself in the mirror.

That face was flawless, like God's most outstanding work of art.

He simply looked up, and a female staff member passing by blushed and almost bumped into the door frame.

"Aunt Hua, when have you ever been afraid to go through the motions when you see me?"

He stood up and walked towards the door leading to the world of fame and fortune.

Outside the door, the roar of the mountains and the roar of the sea were deafening.

The studio was brightly lit, and thousands of audience members waved glow sticks, creating an atmosphere so enthusiastic it almost lifted the roof off.

Four huge red swivel chairs stood with their backs to the stage, resembling four thrones.

Three of them have already taken their seats.

On the left is pop diva Katy Perry, with her dazzling colorful hair, looking sexy and hot.

Next to him is Adam, a veteran rocker with tattoos covering his arms and an unruly demeanor.

On the far right is country music legend Blake, wearing a cowboy hat and sporting a hearty smile.

Each of them is a top influencer in the American music scene.

When the host shouted it out in a loud and passionate voice.

"And the king from the East——Xiao! Chen!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

As the spotlight shone on him, Xiao Chen slowly walked out of the passage.

He wasn't wearing any extravagant costumes, just a simple black shirt and pants, yet he seemed to have absorbed all the light in the world onto himself.

The camera gave him a close-up of his face, and his stunningly handsome face instantly filled all the large screens on set.

"Oh my god..."

In the front row of the audience, a blonde girl covered her mouth, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Screams and whistles rose and fell.

Even Katy Perry, who is used to seeing Hollywood's handsome men and beautiful women, couldn't help but whistle and raise an eyebrow at Adam next to her.

"Hey Adam, I have a feeling my team will have a big advantage this year because I have a reason he can't refuse."

"I am the only woman, and all men will choose me."

Adam pursed his lips, but his eyes remained fixed on the young man from the East who walked onto the stage.

"Stop dreaming, Katie."

"This kind of look is attractive to both men and women."

"I bet if he held a concert, half the tickets would be bought by men."

Xiao Chen sat down in his assigned mentor chair, seemingly oblivious to the surrounding noise.

He simply looked calmly at the audience, and wherever his gaze swept across, the screams rose a notch.

The host walked onto the stage and began the proceedings.

"Welcome everyone to the 2009 season of 'The Voice of China'!"

"We have the strongest lineup of mentors in history!"

He introduced them one by one, and each introduction drew cheers.

"Katie, as the mentor of the defending champion, are you confident of winning again this year?"

Katie tossed her hair, her smile alluring.

"Of course, the championship will only belong to me, darling."

The host then asked.

"Adam, rock and roll never dies! How about forming an all-rock band this year?"

Adam crossed his arms and said coolly.

"It depends. I'll only choose the loudest sound."

The microphone was handed to Xiao Chen.

The host's face showed professional enthusiasm and a hint of curiosity.

"Xiao! Welcome to 'The Voice'!"

"We all know you won an Oscar for Titanic, a Grammy for Baby, and now you're sitting here."

"My God, you're only eighteen! Do you have anything to say to your rivals?"

All eyes were on Xiao Chen.

He picked up the microphone, brought it to his lips, and moved slowly and deliberately.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly as she glanced at the other three mentors.

He didn't say anything polite or make any harsh remarks.

He stated it clearly in a calm, factual tone.

"This year, I will only build an all-Chinese team."

(This year, I will only assemble one team composed entirely of Chinese players.)