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

Xiao Chen listened quietly most of the time.

Only when asked occasionally will he offer a few concise comments.

But often these few words can hit the nail on the head and pinpoint the crux of the problem.

Both Jay Chou and Lin Junjie had expressions of sudden enlightenment.

For example, when Jay Chou and Lin Junjie were arguing about whether the arrangement of a love song should use elaborate strings or a simple piano.

Xiao Chen simply said one sentence.

"Emotion is the core, and arrangement is the outer garment."

"Do you want the audience to feel a heart-wrenching farewell, or the regret of unrequited love?"

"The coat must fit well."

One sentence made both of them fall into deep thought.

This meal not only filled everyone's stomachs, but it was also more like a mini music summit, from which everyone gained a lot.

As night deepened, the bowls, chopsticks, cups, and plates were cleared away, and the stone table was wiped clean.

The pleasant feeling of fullness made one feel a little lazy, but one person was clearly still thinking about the important matter at hand.

After finishing the last sip of soup, Jay Chou slammed the bowl down and stared intently at Lin Junjie across from him.

"We've eaten our fill and drunk our fill."

He raised an eyebrow, and that competitive spirit of his resurfaced.

"Shall we begin our contest?"

Lin Junjie was both amused and exasperated.

He thought the matter would be over after a meal, but he didn't expect this guy to be so persistent.

"Alright, alright, let's have a competition."

He shrugged, looking helpless.

"Tell me, how do you want to compete?"

Jay Chou smiled smugly, patted his thigh, and his muscles instantly tensed up.

"Let's start with some appetizers!"

"Let's see whose thighs are stronger!"

Dilraba blinked curiously.

"Stone thigh?"

Leslie Cheung stood by and explained with a smile.

"It's when two people sit facing each other, and one person uses both legs to forcefully clamp the other person's leg between their own."

"See if the person whose legs are trapped can free themselves."

"It's a game that really tests your leg explosiveness."

As soon as he finished speaking, his playful side kicked in, and his eyes lit up. He immediately pulled Xiao Chen, who was quietly watching the show, up.

"That sounds interesting!"

"Xiao Chen, let's play together!"

Xiao Chen showed a hint of helplessness, but seeing Zhang Guorong's enthusiastic expression, he nodded.

And so, four handsome men with distinct styles sat together in the courtyard, childishly preparing to begin a contest of strength.

In the first round, Jay Chou faced off against Lin Chun-chieh.

Jay Chou grinned mischievously, his legs clamping tightly around Lin Junjie's calves like iron clamps.

Lin Junjie's face turned red as he tried his best to pull out, but Zhou Jielun's leg didn't budge.

His well-built muscles are no accident.

In less than ten seconds, Lin Junjie waved his hands in surrender.

"Hey buddy, are your legs made of iron?"

Jay Chou smugly loosened his legs and raised his chin at him.

"I've already said it: in the face of absolute strength, luck is worthless!"

Lin Junjie rubbed his calf, his face showing a "you win" expression.

In the second round, Leslie Cheung will face Jay Chou.

Although Leslie Cheung looks slender, his years of dancing have given him exceptional flexibility and strength.

The two were locked in a stalemate for a full half minute, but in the end, Jay Chou narrowly won thanks to his stronger explosive power.

"Oh dear, I'm getting old, I can't keep up with you young people anymore."

Leslie Cheung smiled as he conceded defeat, showing no sign of frustration at losing.

Now, only the last two players remain on the field.

Jay Chou, and Xiao Chen, who is widely regarded as an all-around bug.

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Jay Chou looked at Xiao Chen's long, straight legs, even though they were covered in casual pants.

But you can still see the smooth and beautiful muscle lines.

He was actually a little unsure of himself.

But we won't lose face!

Jay Chou cleared his throat, struck a challenger's pose, and said to Xiao Chen with a mischievous grin.

"Master, although you are my master, I won't go easy on you in the competition!"

Xiao Chen didn't speak, but just beckoned to him with her finger, a faint smile in her beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Calm yet filled with an undeniable sense of oppression.

Game start.

This time, it was Xiao Chen who clamped Jay Chou's legs between his legs.

Jay Chou took a deep breath, preparing for a long battle.

He felt Xiao Chen's strength.

It wasn't as explosively powerful as he had imagined.

Very easy?

He was overjoyed; it seemed there was an opportunity!

Jay Chou suddenly mustered all his strength, his calf muscles bulged, and he prepared to pull his leg out in one go!

However, at the very moment he exerted his strength, he felt that Xiao Chen's leg muscles only tightened slightly.

The next second, a terrifying force that he could neither understand nor resist suddenly came over him.

It was as if he was sandwiched between two mountains. No matter how hard he tried, his face turned a liverish color, but his leg seemed to be welded shut and he couldn't move it.

Jay Chou's mind went completely blank.

"This...how is this possible?!"

What he felt was not brute force, but rather... a kind of skillful technique?

Xiao Chen seemed to have used very little force to completely lock down all of his points of exertion.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Jay Chou's forehead began to sweat.

Thirty seconds.

His legs began to tremble, not because he was weak, but because of shock.

Lin Junjie and Zhang Guorong, who were standing nearby, were also stunned.

Jay Chou was already the strongest among them, but in front of Xiao Chen, he was like a three-year-old child, completely powerless.

What's most terrifying is that Xiao Chen's expression didn't change at all from beginning to end.

He remained as calm and collected as ever, even taking the time to pick up the teacup on the table and sip it gently.

His posture made it seem as if he wasn't competing hard, but rather leisurely enjoying afternoon tea in a park.

"I...I give up..."

Jay Chou finally lost his temper and was completely devastated.

Xiao Chen loosened his legs, stood up, walked over and patted his stiff shoulder, a faint smile on his lips.

"No, we still need to practice."

These five simple words are more damaging than any sarcasm.

Jay Chou has completely become withdrawn.

He sat blankly in the chair, looking at his legs, then at Xiao Chen, his eyes filled with doubt about the world.

Physically... utterly defeated.

Do not!

He still has one last battle line to fight!

Jay Chou suddenly raised his head, a flame reigniting in his eyes. It was the musician's final pride!

"I refuse to accept this!"

He pointed at Xiao Chen, his voice trembling with excitement.

"What's the point of comparing strength! We're singers! We're songwriters! If we're so good, let's compare our music!"

He looked around and made a resounding announcement.

"Let's have an impromptu songwriting competition! We'll write songs on the spot!"

"Then let Anita Mui, Leslie Cheung, and Dilraba vote!"

"Whoever wins tonight is the boss! From now on, everyone has to call him 'boss'!"