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

A few days later, Xiao Chen returned to Beijing.

The Golden Horse Award for Best Director left no trace on him.

He took off his suit, put on a plain white T-shirt, and walked into the studio of "Home with Kids" again.

He turned back into the mischievous Liu Xing.

Inside the film set, there was a familiar family setting and familiar family members.

Director Lin Cong, sitting behind the monitor, shouted with satisfaction.

"Click!"

The scene that just ended was about Liu Xing failing his exam and working with Xia Xue and Xia Yu to figure out a way to cover it up.

Xiao Chen's performance was relaxed and natural, bringing Liu Xing's cleverness and slightly mischievousness to life.

During the break, Song Dandan held a small fan and blew it on him.

"You brat, that line you just said—that my grades are like the stock market, with ups and downs—was that something you added yourself, wasn't it?"

"It almost made Lao Gao and me burst out laughing."

Although Song Dandan complained, her eyes were full of undisguised admiration and affection.

This child is so lovable.

Very robust.

The crew members were already used to it.

They often forget that the lively Liu Xing in front of them is an internationally renowned director who just won the Golden Horse Award.

She is a child actor in the globally popular Harry Potter series.

In front of the camera, he is Liu Xing, that mischievous kid who can make up a coherent argument about fallacies.

This is the highest level an actor can reach.

He plays every role perfectly in a drama, making it impossible to tell what he's like in other situations.

Xiao Chen chuckled, revealing Liu Xing's signature smile.

"Dandan's mom, this is called art originating from life but transcending it!"

He took a lollipop out of his pocket, skillfully unwrapped it, and popped it into his mouth.

Then he took out a small notebook and a pen from the prop bag next to him.

The boy, who was all smiles just a moment ago, completely changed his demeanor the instant he opened his notebook.

The mischievousness and wildness that belonged to Liu Xing vanished without a trace, replaced by a calmness and focus.

He lowered his head, the pen tip flying across the paper, making a rustling sound.

Everyone on set was used to it.

Whenever he has free time, Xiao Chen will take out this notebook and write or draw.

No one knew what he was writing, but everyone tacitly refrained from disturbing him.

Because they knew that the soul belonging to Liu Xing had temporarily left the stage.

Sitting here now is the genius Xiao Chen.

Looking at his serious profile, Song Dandan couldn't help but sigh to Gao Yalin beside her.

"How does this child's brain work?"

"One second he's a monkey jumping around, the next he can sit still and write."

"Does he have two souls living inside him?"

Gao Yalin adjusted his glasses, deeply agreeing.

"Who can argue with that?"

"Sometimes when I look at him, I feel like he's not a child, but more like a little adult who knows everything."

At this moment, on Xiao Chen's notebook, neat handwriting is building a brand new world.

After a long while, the notebook was closed.

That profound world belonging to director Xiao Chen was also locked away.

He stretched, and his joints made a series of faint cracking sounds.

The mature composure that had set him apart from his age faded from his face, and he reverted to Liu Xing with a lazy smile.

I've rested enough.

Just as Xiao Chen was about to get up, he saw Wang Jinhua sitting alone in the corner.

This powerful woman, who wields immense influence in the entertainment industry and is revered as Sister Hua by countless artists, is a true force to be reckoned with.

At this moment, she was completely devoid of her usual dashing demeanor.

She crossed her arms, frowned, and stared blankly at the ground.

That usually refined and capable face revealed a rare hint of confusion.

Xiao Chen still had a lollipop in his mouth, and his cheeks puffed out in a small arc.

He skipped over in a few steps, speaking in a half-joking tone, deliberately lowering his voice.

"Aunt Hua, your brows are so furrowed they could trap a mosquito."

"Who's been so foolish as to anger our Wu Zetian of Shiba Culture again?"

Wang Jinhua was startled by the sudden sound.

When he turned around and saw that it was Xiao Chen, his tense smile gradually relaxed.

She reached up and rubbed her temples, giving a wry smile.

"You little monkey, you have no manners!"

Even so, her gaze softened.

She could never harden her heart when facing Xiao Chen.

This child is her source of confidence and the most incredible miracle in her career.

Wang Jinhua sighed and didn't hide it from him.

"It's a company matter."

"The Korean wave has been really intense lately. Look at the TV, their dramas are everywhere."

"The record stores only sell their albums."

"The space for our local artists is being squeezed more and more severely."

She paused, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.

"Shishiba Culture has grown significantly, but I feel it's still not enough."

"I think……"

"I want it to become a symbol, a symbol that can truly represent our own culture."

"But now, I can't see the road very clearly."

Wang Jinhua never said these words to anyone.

But in front of Xiao Chen, she naturally revealed her true feelings.

Because she knew that the twelve-year-old boy in front of her had a more insightful mind than most adults.

Xiao Chen listened quietly, crunching the lollipop in his mouth.

His dark eyes darted around, revealing a calm understanding.

Yes, 2003 was the year that the Korean Wave made its grand incursion.

In his past life, he had also witnessed firsthand how that wave swept across the land.

This has caused panic and helplessness among countless local cultural practitioners.

He understood Wang Jinhua's ambition.

She doesn't just want to make money; she wants to raise her own banner on this cultural front.

Seeing the anxiety in Wang Jinhua's eyes, Xiao Chen smiled.

He accurately threw the empty lollipop stick into the trash can some distance away.

He clapped his hands, his tone so relaxed it was as if he were saying the weather would be nice tomorrow.

"Aunt Hua, it's better to guide than to block."

"They can send celebrities over, so we can make them ourselves."

Let's hold a talent show.

A casual remark, when it reached Wang Jinhua's ears, startled her so much that she almost jumped off her chair.

"A talent show?"

Her instinctive rebuttal rose an octave in tone.

"Are you talking about those TV singing competitions for young singers?"

"What's the point of doing that?"

"With so many rules and regulations, and they're singing all those outdated songs, who watches that kind of stuff these days?"

In her mind, the term "talent show" is synonymous with official, rigid, and boring.

To everyone's surprise, Xiao Chen shook his head, a sly glint in his eyes.

No, not that kind.

"I'm talking about a nationwide talent show."

Wang Jinhua couldn't understand it at all.

"A nationwide talent show?"

The word was completely foreign to her, like a species that had never existed before.

She had no idea what Xiao Chen was trying to say.