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

But this exclamation was not one of surprise, but rather one of shock.

The room was empty, with only a few basic pieces of furniture, covered with a thin layer of dust.

In the most conspicuous spot, there were several wooden planks and a pile of parts.

There was a note next to it with several large characters written on it in a flamboyant style.

"Dear family members, please assemble your beds yourselves. Have a wonderful day!"

The air froze completely at that moment.

For the first time, a crack appeared on Leslie Cheung's gentle demeanor.

Anita Mui's radiant face displayed a dazzling array of expressions, like a palette of colors.

Dilraba's mouth dropped open as she looked at the pile of wooden planks, then at Xiao Chen, her beautiful eyes filled with questions about what to do.

disaster.

This is a complete disaster!

Just then, Xiao Chen, who had been silent all along, slowly walked to the pile of wooden planks.

He picked up the instruction manual, glanced at it, then looked up and gave his three family members, who were now frozen in shock, a radiant smile.

"Brother, Sister Mei, Dilraba."

Welcome!

"The life I yearn for."

His voice was clear and bright, carrying a strange, comforting power.

It's as if this pile of messy wooden parts in front of me isn't some difficult task, but rather the beginning of a novel and interesting game.

But Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui couldn't laugh.

They looked around; the camera was hidden in a corner, silently recording everything.

The production crew had already retreated outside the courtyard, clearly indicating they were standing by and doing nothing.

Anita Mui pushed up her sunglasses, her tone full of disbelief.

"They...could they be serious?"

"You want us to build our own bed?"

Leslie Cheung took a deep breath, barely maintaining his composure, and walked up to a staff member.

He asked gently in his very magnetic voice.

"Hello, excuse me, is there no installer coming to help with the assembly of this bed?"

The staff members wore standard professional smiles.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm sorry, but everything for the program requires everyone to do it themselves."

"We will not provide any additional assistance."

This answer was like the last straw, completely breaking down the psychological defenses of the two superstars.

They confirmed it repeatedly, and each time they received the same answer.

There was no help.

There are no preferential treatments.

There was nothing there.

The two looked at each other and saw extreme helplessness and a hint of being both amused and exasperated in each other's eyes.

We've stumbled into a den of thieves.

This is like walking right into a den of thieves!

Leslie Cheung couldn't help but smile wryly.

Having been in the entertainment industry for so many years, what kind of scenes hasn't he seen?

But he never dreamed that one day he would be in a remote mountain valley, worrying about a pile of broken wooden planks.

Mui Yan-fong completely lost her aura. She stood with her hands on her hips, looking at the pile of parts, feeling her temples throbbing.

When has Anita Mui, the ever-changing queen of Hong Kong and the queen of the stage, ever been so disheveled?

"What kind of mess is this...?"

She muttered under her breath, her voice full of frustration.

"I should have realized it sooner. What Xiao Chen specifically asked us to come here couldn't possibly be a legitimate program."

Leslie Cheung, standing to the side, nodded in deep agreement.

Yes, except for Xiao Chen.

In the entire entertainment industry, you probably can't find another person who would dare to treat them like this.

This kid has been an anomaly since his debut.

Now it has become a behemoth that no one can fathom.

He must have had his reasons for planning this program.

Dilraba, being the youngest and least experienced of the three, was completely bewildered at this moment.

She made so many preparations before coming!

I spent several days watching all the popular variety shows on the market and compiled a whole notebook full of notes.

Things like "how to create humor naturally," "how to behave appropriately in front of the camera," and "how to interact with other guests"...

She even anticipated more than a dozen possible emergencies and corresponding solutions.

She took this recording extremely seriously, fearing that she might not perform well and embarrass Xiao Chen.

But now.

Looking at the pile of wooden planks in front of her, Dilraba felt that all her preparations were a joke.

The notes didn't mention what to do when an S-level variety show makes you build your own bed!

Just when the three of them had different thoughts and were at a loss.

The instigator they both love and hate has already quietly taken action.

Xiao Chen rolled up his sleeves, revealing his smooth forearms, his skin glowing white in the dim room.

He didn't complain at all; he simply arranged the wooden boards according to the diagrams in the instruction manual.

Then, picking up the screws and tools, I began to assemble them methodically.

Each time he tightened the screws to join the wooden planks, there was a unique sense of rhythm, as if he wasn't doing manual labor, but creating a work of art.

That face, so captivating, held a focused expression, so beautiful it was almost unbelievable.

Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui were both somewhat stunned by what they saw.

This is Xiao Chen.

No matter what situation he's in, he can always find his own rhythm.

He has a kind of magic that can make people around him unconsciously quiet down and be influenced by him.

Leslie Cheung sighed and resignedly rolled up his sleeves.

"well……"

"Never mind, we're already here."

"Let's just set up a bed then, consider it an experience."

Anita Mui also tossed her hair, and the queen's aura instantly returned.

"It's just a few planks of wood, how could that possibly stump me?"

It sounds easy, but in practice it's a completely different story.

"Hey! Brother, this board looks like it's installed backwards!"

"Sister Mei, watch your hands! You need this size screw!"

"Oh! My back..."

For a moment, the empty mushroom house was filled with wails and the sounds of frantic scrambling.

Dilraba was clumsy and didn't know where to hit with the hammer, and she couldn't align the screwdriver with the hole. She was so anxious that her eyes turned red.

Xiao Chen stopped what he was doing, walked over to her, and naturally took the tools from her hands.

"Don't rush, let me show you how."

He held Reba's hand, guided her to align the screw with the hole, and then gently tightened it.

"See, this works."

The warmth from her body came through the back of her hand, and Dilraba's face flushed instantly.

My heart was pounding like a drum, and I was so nervous that I couldn't even speak. I could only nod frantically like a chicken pecking at rice.

Under Xiao Chen's guidance and leadership, the task that originally seemed impossible made miraculous progress.

The four people, after much effort, finally managed to set up four simple wooden beds as the sun began to set.

Although the bed frame was crooked and the bed legs were uneven.

But looking at the fruits of their labor, a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in their hearts.

Anita Mui plopped down on the bed and let out a long sigh of relief, completely disregarding her image.

"Done!"

Leslie Cheung wiped the sweat from his forehead and a long-lost smile appeared on his face.

Just then—