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

Jay Chou's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he pointed at the land, his voice trembling.

"Coming to this show...does it really mean we have to do real work?!"

Leslie Cheung released him, picked up a shovel, skillfully tossed it in his hand, and smiled like a smug old fox.

"Of course! It's the rule at our Mushroom House that if you want to eat, you have to work."

Dilraba also picked up a small hoe and winked at him.

"Go Jaylen, you can do it!"

"These saplings depend on us!"

Looking at the two energetic seniors and juniors in front of him, who didn't seem to be joking at all, Jay Chou felt that his worldview had been strongly impacted.

He came to this show because he heard it was very relaxing and therapeutic, and he could also learn a few tricks from Xiao Chen, the "magic master" he admires.

But what's going on now?

He looked down at his limited-edition sneakers, then at the soft, muddy ground before him, and felt like crying.

be lazy?

Looking at Leslie Cheung's smiling face, he dared not.

This person has been his idol since childhood.

Looking into Dilraba's expectant eyes, he felt embarrassed.

How could I lose face in front of a little girl?

Finally, Jay Chou sighed resignedly, took off his expensive coat, picked up a shovel, and followed behind the two.

"Okay, okay, I'll plant it..."

For Jay Chou, an afternoon felt longer and more tiring than performing ten consecutive concerts at the Hong Kong Coliseum.

Dig a hole, place the sapling, fill it with soil, water it...

The simple action was repeated hundreds of times.

Sweat soaked his T-shirt, streaming down his face, and dirt covered his trousers and sneakers.

He, a king of the music scene, looked as disheveled as a migrant worker who had just arrived in the city.

He swung the shovel while inwardly groaning.

This is nothing like "Back to the Good Life".

This is clearly a reality show called "Metamorphosis"!

Master, you've tricked me!

……

As evening approached, the setting sun painted the entire sky a warm orange-red.

When the last sapling was planted, Jay Chou felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.

He threw down the shovel and plopped down on the edge of the field, panting heavily.

"I can't take it anymore... I can't take it anymore... My back... My hands..."

Although Leslie Cheung and Dilraba were also tired, they were in much better spirits than him.

Seeing Jay Chou's utterly dejected expression, the two couldn't help but laugh.

Back at the Mushroom House, the kitchen was already filled with the rich aroma of food.

Xiao Chen, wearing an apron, was busy at the stove.

He was tall and slender, with elegant movements. Even in the bustling kitchen, it was like filming an art film, with every scene pleasing to the eye.

He heard footsteps and turned around to look.

When he saw Jay Chou's disheveled appearance, a smile flashed in his eyes.

"You're back? You must be tired. Dinner will be ready soon."

When Jay Chou saw Xiao Chen, he immediately looked as aggrieved as a 300-pound child.

"Master! You're so unfair! You're making me do all the hard labor by myself!"

Xiao Chen ladled out a plate of stir-fried vegetables and handed it to Mei Yanfang, who was standing next to him.

"The capable should do more work."

His casual remark left Jay Chou speechless.

Just as Jay Chou was about to continue his accusations, another figure appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

A man wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, carrying a guitar, and with two shallow dimples on his face, was standing there smiling.

Hello everyone, I'm here.

Lin Junjie's voice was gentle and polite.

He looked clean and refreshed, a stark contrast to Jay Chou, who had just returned from the streets.

Jay Chou was slumped in his chair, but as soon as he saw Lin Junjie, he sat up straight as if he had been electrocuted.

He looked at the mud splattered all over his body, then at the other person's spotless white T-shirt.

He smelled the sweat all over his body, then looked at the other person who looked refreshed.

A tremendous, indescribable sense of imbalance instantly surged to the top of his head.

Why should I?!

Why is it that after I toiled away planting trees all afternoon, he can just dress up smartly and come over to eat a ready-made dinner?!

Lin Junjie was completely confused about the situation.

He saw his old friend Jay Chou and happily went over to greet him.

"Hey Jaylen, what a coincidence, you're here too."

"skillful?"

Jay Chou squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, pointing at Lin Junjie and then at himself, his voice trembling slightly with anger.

"You! Why are you only arriving now?!"

Lin Junjie was startled by his appearance and looked completely innocent.

"Huh? The production team told me it's time... What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leslie Cheung couldn't help but laugh.

He walked over, patted Lin Junjie on the shoulder, and vividly recounted how Jay Chou had worked hard and sweated profusely that afternoon.

With each sentence he spoke, Jay Chou's face darkened further.

With each sentence he spoke, Lin Junjie's smile deepened.

By the time Leslie Cheung finished speaking, JJ Lin was already doubled over with laughter.

Seeing Jay Chou's sullen expression, he suppressed a laugh and comforted him.

"Oh, you've worked so hard."

Then, he changed the subject, shrugged, and put on an expression that was both innocent and a little smug.

"But there's nothing we can do about it."

"Maybe I'm just naturally lucky."

These words were like the last straw, completely breaking Jay Chou's rationality.

"Lucky?!"

He suddenly jumped up from his chair, pointed at Lin Junjie's nose, and announced loudly.

"Lin Junjie! Today I'll show you that luck is worthless in the face of absolute strength!"

Lin Junjie was stunned by his sudden display of childish arrogance.

"What do you want to do?"

Jay Chou puffed out his chest, raised his chin, and revealed an arrogant expression.

"Tonight! Let's have a big competition!"

"Compare what?"

"Let's compare music! Let's compare singing! Let's compare songwriting!"

Jay Chou got more and more excited as he spoke, and directly placed a bet.

"Whoever loses has to call the other 'brother' from now on! And they have to admit in front of a national audience that their music is inferior to the other's!"

After these words were spoken, the entire courtyard fell silent.

The smiles on Leslie Cheung and Anita Mui's faces froze.

Dilraba also nervously covered her mouth.

This gamble is too big for two top singers who are at the peak of their careers.

This is no longer a simple joke.

Lin Junjie's smile also faded.

Looking into Jay Chou's eyes, which were burning with fierce determination, he knew the other man was serious.

As an equally proud musician, he could not back down in the face of such a challenge.