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

More than ten hours later, the plane landed smoothly in Los Angeles.

This is Xiao Chen's first time standing in the Hollywood spotlight as a lead actor.

Wang Jinhua took this very seriously, even more so than Xiao Chen himself.

"Xiao Chen, Aunt Hua has already made the contact. We're going to get a really handsome little suit made soon!"

"We have to use the absolute best materials; we have to make those Americans' eyes light up!"

Xiao Chen smiled helplessly.

"Aunt Hua, there's no need to go to such trouble."

Wang Jinhua was puzzled.

Why?

In her view, this is the most crucial aspect of presenting a good image.

If you're a celebrity, you need to be packaged.

Xiao Chen spoke slowly and deliberately, helping Wang Jinhua push her luggage.

"Think about it, the movie hasn't been released yet, so nobody knows how the box office will be."

"I'm just an Eastern child they've never seen before."

"If I dress more formally than everyone else, wouldn't that be a blatant indication that I'm guilty?"

After he finished speaking, he paused and added a sentence.

"What if, I mean what if, the movie doesn't do well at the box office? Then no matter how well I dress, I'll just be a joke."

"What will they write then?"

"Oh, look at that Eastern kid, his movie is terrible, but his clothes are pretty expensive."

"That's so embarrassing!"

Wang Jinhua opened her mouth, but found that she couldn't refute a single word.

Xiao Chen is right. Being too sharp and aggressive will only make you the first target to be attacked.

Wang Jinhua was somewhat discouraged.

"What should we wear?"

Xiao Chen tugged at his T-shirt.

"Just dress neatly and simply, the more ordinary the better."

"The simpler the film, the more they can focus their attention on the film itself."

"Our weapon is film, not suits."

Wang Jinhua knew that Xiao Chen was right, so she could only nod helplessly.

In many ways, Xiao Chen sees things more clearly than she, an adult.

……

Night falls at the premiere venue.

Beneath a giant movie poster, the red carpet stretched from the street all the way to the theater entrance.

The Western-looking reporters were all ready.

Wang Jinhua held Xiao Chen's hand, her palms were sweaty.

Unlike when filming, this was the first time Xiao Chen had faced Western media in a proper manner.

These reporters are all entertainment journalists from Hollywood, the center of world cinema, and a group that controls entertainment public opinion across the United States.

Thinking about all this, it was impossible for Wang Jinhua not to be nervous.

Who knows if Xiao Chen will be given a hard time during the Q&A session?

As expected, Wang Jinhua was right.

When Xiao Chen and the creative team of "Home Alone" stepped onto the red carpet, countless cameras were already focused on him.

After a brief period of amazement, a series of doubts arose.

"Who is this? The little protagonist?"

"An Asian child? The lead actor?"

"Has Crito gone mad? Does he think American audiences will buy into an Asian kid's act?"

Upon hearing these words, Wang Jinhua's face turned pale.

She wanted to pull Xiao Chen behind her, using her body to shield him from those unfriendly stares.

Krido's face also darkened, and he exchanged a worried glance with the producer beside him.

They had anticipated resistance, but they hadn't expected the malice to come so openly.

However, Xiao Chen, who was at the center of the storm, showed no fear whatsoever.

His calmness contrasted sharply with the undercurrents around him.

This stark contrast made some reporters who were originally prepared to watch the drama feel inexplicably uneasy.

Why isn't this child reacting at all?

Were you scared out of your wits?

Finally, it was time for the media Q&A session.

The first reporter to ask a question raised the microphone, and the question was sharp and sarcastic.

"Little friend, what makes you think that someone with an Asian face can star in a Hollywood Christmas movie?"

"Don't you think this is ridiculous?"

coming!

Just as Krido was about to speak up for Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen gently tugged at the corner of his clothes.

Xiao Chen tilted his head and looked at the reporter.

"Auntie, watching a movie is about the story, not about the faces."

"Does Santa Claus check what children look like before delivering presents?"

"My character is named Kevin, and he's just a kid who was accidentally left at home."

"His fear and joy are understandable to children all over the world."

These words left the female reporter speechless.

Using a child's logic to fight back against prejudice in the adult world is more powerful than any argument.

Another male reporter immediately followed, his tone full of provocation.

"We heard that you seriously slowed down the filming schedule on set because of the language barrier."

"Did it really make the director furious?"

This is blatant slander!

Wang Jinhua was so angry that she trembled all over.

Krido's face darkened considerably, and he couldn't help but mutter angrily.

"Nonsense!"

Xiao Chen pulled him back again, then turned to the reporter who had asked the question, a dazzling smile on his face.

"Uncle, you must have misheard! The director is really nice to me!"

"To take care of me, the director even learned several Chinese phrases to praise me! Isn't that right, director?"

He looked at Chris and winked slyly.

Chris was taken aback at first, then realized what Xiao Chen meant.

He laughed and loudly echoed in broken and comical Chinese.

"Yes! Xiao Chen, you're amazing!"

This clever response not only debunked the rumors but also praised the director's magnanimity.

It's absolutely flawless.

The reporter who asked the question blushed and paled in turns, then awkwardly put down the microphone.

But the other reporters weren't giving up, and an even more insidious question was thrown out.

"Do you think you can represent Eastern actors?"

"If this movie fails, does it prove that Asians are destined to fail in Hollywood?"

"Can you shoulder this responsibility?"

This question is too tricky; no matter how you answer it, it will be wrong.

Admitting it would seem arrogant and conceited.

Denying it would seem too cowardly.

This time, Xiao Chen did not answer immediately.

He remained silent for a few seconds, and just as Wang Jinhua was about to faint from nervousness, he finally spoke.

"Uncle, I'm only seven years old. I can't speak for anyone."

"I can only speak for myself, and for Kevin in the movie."

Xiao Chen pointed to the movie poster.

"My biggest wish is to let all the children who come to see the movies know that it doesn't matter what color their skin is."

"Everyone can find joy and courage in Kevin's story."

As for whether the movie will be a success...

He paused, looked around the room, and finally focused his gaze on the director and crew.

"That's not just my problem."

"It belongs to everyone who worked hard for it, and to every viewer who loves it."

Good guy!

That's a perfect answer!

The reporters, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were now speechless.

What else could they ask?

If you keep asking, it won't be an interview anymore; it will be bullying a seven-year-old child in public!

Krido seized the opportunity, stepped forward, and put his arm around Xiao Chen's shoulder.

"Alright, that concludes the Q&A session! Let's enjoy the movie together!"

The theater lights slowly dimmed.

The reporters returned to their seats dejectedly, exchanging glances with each other.

Since we can't win with words, let's see what we can achieve with words.

After all, movies are acted out, not spoken.

If Xiao Chen's acting skills have even the slightest flaw, not only the "Home Alone" crew but also Xiao Chen himself will be attacked.

All actors from the East will be humiliated.

They just didn't believe it.

This boy from the East named Xiao Chen is really a talented actor!