In America, the Best Actor award starts with stereotypes.

Los Angeles, July 1997.

Monterey Park, inside an art studio.

The dim natural light streamed in through the window, flowing obliquely across the fingertips that were gently stroking her hair, and landing on a delicate and captivating profile.

In the soft light, the sorrow that had been etched between his brows gradually solidified into a tangible form, and within those dark pupils, it seemed as if an entire Hamlet was hidden.

The interplay of light and shadow made his snow-white body appear even more exquisite and beautiful.

"Oh, my God."

A woman's scream rang out.

"Keep it up!"

Chen Zhuo, who was sitting on the sofa trying to get into the zone, immediately stopped.

The rustling sounds all around him reminded him of that afternoon in his past life when he dedicated himself to art.

Last time he was wearing underwear, but this time he wasn't.

He must be really good in bed.

The blonde female student, who was sketching the outline, licked her lips and stared intently at Chen Zhuo's lower body, her eyes filled with undisguised wildness.

Immediately, she felt several clearly hostile gazes sweep past her.

She glanced around and realized from the equally fervent gazes that she wasn't the only one with this thought...

There were even two men!

These stinky signs are in heat!

She cursed under her breath, and pressed her brush harder against the canvas.

"That's amazing! This is art! Chen, you're the most perfect model I've ever seen!"

The female teacher leading the group, Monica, praised the drawings as she drew them.

At the same time, a line of text flashed across Chen Zhuo's retina.

[Stereotype +10]

Chen Zhuo's heart skipped a beat, and the faint green light on the entry in his mind, which was named "Handsome (White)," grew even stronger.

The next instant, the entry shimmering with a pale white light shattered, and a brand new pale green entry was generated.

[Junyi (Green): You're not just handsome, you possess a unique charm that makes you stand out even among a group of good-looking men. People who don't dislike men will subconsciously take a second look at you, and it's easier for them to develop a liking for you.]

The second green entry!

As expected of an art school teacher, they have excellent insight; one person's stereotypes are worth ten ordinary people's!

Chen Zhuo sat on the sofa, his body remaining motionless.

Praise is praise, and jokes are jokes, but you can't joke around at work.

Otherwise, money will be deducted.

Ugh, damn poverty.

He traveled through time a month ago.

The original owner was also named Chen Zhuo, with the English name George Chan.

23 years old, just graduated from the UCLA School of Cinematic Arts.

A Chinese woman who was brought to the United States from mainland China by her parents at the age of 10 still graduated from a prestigious university at the age of 23 after her parents suffered a sudden misfortune.

If this were a certain Lin, it would be a perfect inspirational story.

But the reality is not like that.

Because of his Chinese heritage, graduating from a prestigious university did not bring him higher income; instead, it became a burden.

To repay his student loans, which amounted to hundreds of thousands of dollars, he lived in a relative's basement since college, and in addition to attending school, he also worked two jobs a day.

The dream he had always pursued only met with harsh criticism—"Your skin color is wrong, it doesn't meet the requirements of the role," "You acted too normally, this doesn't look like an Asian at all," "Why is there unequal pay for equal work? Asian kid, if it weren't for the need to take care of minorities, you wouldn't even be able to get a bit part"...

Ultimately, the original owner, exhausted and heartbroken, died suddenly from overwork.

Instead, Chen Zhuo, who hit the jackpot, took his place.

Fortunately, he received a golden touch as soon as he landed—the world's "stereotypes" about him would be transformed into real terms and become his power.

As stereotypes deepen, the terms will continue to evolve.

Chen Zhuo, who was an actor in his previous life, immediately began to perform consciously.

In just one month, he had already collected seven entries.

Name: Chen Zhuo

[Stereotypes: Bookworm (Green), Handsome (Green), Kick Master (White), Frugal (White), Physically Sturdy (White), Thug (White), Waiter (White)]

This is just what he earned from part-time jobs and playing minor roles.

Once he gets a significant role and gains exposure in the public eye, he can't even imagine how quickly he'll climb the trending topics list!

By then, not only will he be able to pay off his student loans, but he'll also become one of the greatest actors in film history!

……

"To create beauty in your paintings, you not only need to be able to draw models, but also to consciously capture emotions, such as the happiness of an elderly person walking their pet on the street, the weariness in the eyes of a commuter on a bus, or the hint of sadness in Chen Qian's eyes. These unintentionally revealed genuine emotions are what are most touching and the most beautiful art..."

Monica glanced at her watch.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson."

"Chen, you can go get dressed now."

Chen Zhuo picked up his clothes and went into the changing room.

Looking at himself in the mirror, who now possessed an indescribable air about him, he stared at his cheap watch as he dressed.

To pay off his student loan of nearly two thousand dollars a month, he also had to work a restaurant job.

When he has free time, he will go to the agency to ask if there are any suitable roles for him to audition.

In a sense, he is also a freelancer.

A profession where one can freely hold several jobs.

Wait, why are people screaming outside?

Chen Zhuo, who was dressed, frowned and pushed open the door.

Before he could figure out what was happening, a soft body had already thrown itself into his arms.

"George, someone's robbing me, I'm so scared..."

"robbery?"

"Yes, three homeless men sneaked into the art studio while we were in class, intending to steal something. They were caught by Ms. Monica when get out of class ended, and the theft turned into robbery..."

The blonde student, Angela, pressed her chest against Chen Zhuo's body, her eyes revealing just the right amount of helplessness and vulnerability.

"George, will you protect me?"

She observed Chen Zhuo's expression. She lived near the Chinese community and knew that these Eastern men preferred gentle and delicate women.

But soon, she noticed that Chen Zhuo's expression was a little off.

Why are you so agitated?

Could it be that he's also interested in me?

But this isn't a good place...

It sounds exciting, a changing room play?

I never expected this guy to be so bold...

[Stereotype +1]

"You mean homeless people?"

"yes."

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

"George..."

Angela was about to take the opportunity to kiss him, but Chen Zhuo pushed her away.

"I'll go and take down the robbers right now!"

Chen Zhuo returned Angela's look with a confident gaze.

He strode out of the classroom.

???

Instead of accepting a girl's advances, why would you go and fight off a homeless robber?

Why did things develop in this way?

Angela couldn't understand it.

In the hallway outside the classroom, a homeless man held Monica and a dozen of her students hostage with a bottle.

"Yes, obediently step back, don't scream, just pretend nothing happened, that way you won't get hurt."

Behind him, two other homeless men were putting tableware, picture frames, and other items into a bag; they were clearly repeat offenders.

They didn't have guns or any other weapons, otherwise they would have just robbed them instead of stealing during class.

Therefore, they didn't dare to push too hard, only thinking about taking the stolen goods with them.

So far, everything is going well.

Until Chen Zhu strode out.

"Hey! Stop! What are you doing?!"

Chen Zhuo ignored him and continued walking, his eyes growing increasingly fierce.

The homeless man holding the bottle felt a chill run down his spine.

He had only ever seen that murderous look in the eyes of the gang members who usually bullied them.

"If you don't stop, I'm going to..."

[Stereotype +1]

What do you want?

Chen Zhuo snorted coldly, clenched his fists, and got closer and closer to the homeless man.

"run!"

The homeless man, who was clearly all bark and no bite, threw a bottle at Chen Zhuo and then ran away.

run?

The homeless man, who was busy packing bags, looked up and saw a foot kick a bottle in mid-air, and the bottle was flying in the direction it was heading...

That's exactly where he is!

With a loud "bang," the bottle smashed hard on his head, shattering into pieces.

The homeless man let out a scream and could no longer get up.

"Wow! Is this Japanese karate?"

Hearing the scream behind him, Chen Zhuo paused, straightened his legs, turned around, and pointed his fingertip across the corner of his eye at the girl who had just screamed.

"No, this is Chinese Kung Fu, my lady."

Screams erupted from the crowd once again.

[Standardization +1] *9

[Standardization +1] *13

Chen Zhuo smiled, turned around and continued to chase after them, as if kicking a wine bottle in mid-air was just an easy thing for him.

[Thug (White): Long-term street fighting allows you to easily find vital points. When your gaze is fierce, the fear of the person you're looking at increases.]

[Kicking Master (White): More skilled in kicking techniques, able to accurately hit the target when physically able.]

After he got these entries while working as an extra a few days ago, he had been thinking about how to use them.

I didn't expect them to be put to use so quickly.

As expected of the free and beautiful America.

But we can't stop now!

This is when the streets are crowded, so you can go out and watch another wave of people!

This is why Chen Zhuo deliberately turned around to show off; he wanted to let the other homeless man run out the door smoothly.

As the homeless man successfully arrived at the bustling street of the new map, Chen Zhuo quickly caught up, kicked him to the ground, and swiftly subdued and pinned him down.

[Stereotype +1]...

The noisy crowd turned their heads.

Stereotypes instantly flooded social media.

Unfortunately, the guy in the lead ran too fast; we couldn't catch him.

Chen Zhuo shook his head, twisted the homeless man's arm, and prepared to take him back so that Monica could call the police.

If this gets published in the newspapers, it might reinforce his stereotypes.

Chen Zhuo was thinking about it.

Suddenly, a prompt made him stop in his tracks.

[Stereotype +50]

Such a massive amount of stereotypes caused Chen Zhuo's mind to malfunction.

At the same time, a dazzling green light burst forth on the entry 【Kicking Master (White)】.

Shattered! Upgraded!

[Kung Fu Kid (Green): Agile and skillful, proficient in various Chinese martial arts. Those who practice Chinese martial arts are more likely to befriend you and develop a desire to learn from you and exchange skills.]

Based on past experience, those who can expose a large number of stereotypes are inevitably experts in the field, such as art school teachers who can contribute more in terms of aesthetics.

What's going on? Could there be a kung fu master from our great China nearby?

Chen Zhuo looked towards the roadside based on his intuition.

On the side of the road, an Asian man wearing sunglasses was smiling and waving at him from a convertible luxury car, his English thick with an accent.

"Hey young man, what country are you from? Have you ever practiced kung fu?"