Chapter 1

Entertainment Circle Male God by Baye Party [Complete + Extras]

Synopsis:

The story of wealthy second-generation Chen Mo, who was reborn into a parallel world and stumbled into the entertainment industry by chance, only to accidentally become a male god and catch the attention of a certain big bad wolf.

One day, while accompanying his family's Empress Dowager to watch television, big boss Mu Yu suddenly discovered that a young actor in the drama suited his tastes perfectly, both in appearance and temperament. So he carefully wove a net, trading gentleness and sincerity, and finally brought the little star home.

In short, it was the story of a wealthy second-generation heir who became a lowly production assistant, worked hard with the help of the Entertainment Circle Male God System to become a winner in life, and picked up a loyal dog along the way. Reading notes—

1. An absurdly overpowered cheat.

2. We only want satisfying, feel-good plot. Logic and intelligence need not apply.

Tags: Wealthy Families, Inspirational Life

Search keywords: Protagonist: Chen Mo | Supporting Characters: | Other: System, Marriage Before Love, Business Wars, Entertainment Circle

Silver Medal Recommendation: Chen Mo never imagined that simply falling asleep would send him to a parallel world, turning him from a wealthy playboy worth hundreds of millions into a lowly production assistant delivering boxed meals. An unfamiliar world, unfamiliar family, and everything around him left Chen Mo unable to adapt. Fortunately, he had the system cheat, which led him into the entertainment industry by chance. He worked hard to become a winner in life and even gained a loyal-dog top along the way.

The prose flowed smoothly, the cheat was powerful, and it continued the author's usual style of silly, sweet, feel-good power-leveling fiction, vividly telling the story of the male lead's gradual growth from an immature edgelord into a male god.

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Chapter 1

The blazing heat of July had arrived. Though the weather forecast had not reported temperatures that high, standing beneath the scorching sun for too long still left people drenched in sweat. Chen Mo impatiently pushed up the sunglasses on his nose and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He subtly shifted his weight, leaning against the prop wall as if casually sitting against it, and fanned himself with a prop fan.

Inside the set, chief director Zhang Qingzhong called, "Cut!" again. Pulling his face away from behind the camera, he impatiently asked Lin Xia, "Do you even know how to act?"

Having failed twenty-three takes in a row, Lin Xia's face was flushed red as she bowed to everyone in apology. Sun Yun, who was acting opposite her, impatiently curled her lips. Assisted to her seat by her aide, she rested without so much as looking at the embarrassed Lin Xia in the middle of the set.

Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, propped his chin up, and studied the thoroughly humiliated Lin Xia with a faintly pitying lift of his brows.

Lin Xia's agent, Sister Hong, entered the set with two assistants. They carried cold drinks, desserts, and ice cream, handing them out to everyone as Sister Hong led Lin Xia around to apologize. People softened when they received gifts. Although the crew was unhappy that Lin Xia had delayed the whole production, they were eating the things Sister Hong had brought and felt too awkward to say anything more.

A makeup artist came over carrying a makeup case to touch up Lin Xia's face. Lin Xia obediently sat in a lounge chair, lifting her face to cooperate with the makeup artist. Her slightly raised chest revealed a stretch of snow-white, smooth skin beneath the blazing sunlight. Chen Mo discreetly glanced at it once, then again.

After the makeup artist finished and left, Chen Mo casually pulled out an ice pack chilled in a metal bucket beneath the wall. He carefully wrapped it in thin gauze and walked over to Lin Xia with a smile. Handing her the ice pack, he said warmly, "It's too hot. Hold this ice pack to cool off."

Lin Xia paused slightly. Looking up, she saw that it was a new production assistant on the crew. She had heard that he had only started high school this year and had no family connections. During summer vacation, he still had to work part-time to support himself. Somehow, he had persuaded the director to let him work as a production assistant, and he was now responsible for delivering boxed meals to the crew.

Lin Xia quietly looked Chen Mo over. He did have handsome brows and phoenix eyes, with fair, tender skin. His temperament was gentle and considerate too. Unfortunately, his family had no background to speak of.

A trace of contemptuous regret flashed through her eyes. Lin Xia gave a slightly reserved smile. "Thank you, but I'm not used to using ice packs."

As she spoke, she turned and picked up a small fan from beside her lounge chair. Unfortunately, the weather was stifling today, and even the wind was hot. After fanning herself for a while, Lin Xia only grew more irritated, so she turned it off and tossed it into her bag. She lowered her head, put on her sunglasses, and took out her script to read carefully. She clearly had no intention of speaking with Chen Mo.

Chen Mo awkwardly touched his nose, feeling that he was the one who had become humiliated this time. With his sharp hearing, he could catch the scattered snickers behind him—

"A meal delivery boy thinks he can hook up with a celebrity..."

"A toad dreaming of swan meat..."

Chen Mo shook his head self-mockingly and casually tossed the ice pack through the air into the metal bucket, which was half-filled with ice. The dull thud seemed to remind him of his current awkward predicament.

Going from a wealthy second-generation heir who had been constantly fawned over to a lowly production assistant whom people could not even be bothered to roll their eyes at was not, however, the worst change Chen Mo had suffered. Everything around him had become unfamiliar when he opened his eyes. Aside from one familiar name, there was an unfamiliar country and unfamiliar relatives. History had taken a turn at the end of the Ming Dynasty. The second female emperor openly recorded in the history books, the Qing Dynasty that had been altered for centuries, and the present-day Huaxia Empire all made Chen Mo realize that this was no longer the world he knew. All he could feel upon opening his eyes was loneliness and unease. Once he ruled out the possibility that this was some prank from The Truman Show, the time travel and rebirth so adored online seemed to Chen Mo to bring nothing but suffering.

Chen Mo did not understand. He had no blood feud to avenge, nor had he ever been dissatisfied with his life or wished for a chance to start over. Why had fate chosen him to travel through time?

Chen Mo had been unwilling to accept it. Yet after acting like an idiot for three months straight since waking up in the hospital, he had finally accepted reality—the moment he clearly realized that he could never go back. Still, none of what he had now was easy to accept. The vast gap between poverty and wealth was not merely reflected in money and material things. More importantly, it lay in other people's opinions and attitudes. Only after falling from the pedestal where he had once been surrounded by admirers did Chen Mo realize that all his personal charm had been built on stacks of cash. The actresses who had once fought to flatter him now included even third-rate idol vases who looked down on him.

The immense disparity left the embarrassed Chen Mo too ashamed to remain on the set. It happened to be lunchtime, so he immediately found an excuse to slip away. After walking for half an hour, he entered Don't Come Again Restaurant on the street opposite the film studio. It was the noon rush, and the restaurant was crammed full of noisy diners. There were so many people that even the servers moving back and forth had difficulty getting through. Mother Chen sat behind the register with her head lowered, so busy that she was completely overwhelmed. Beads of sweat slid down from her forehead, and both the front and back of her clothes were soaked through.

Seeing this, Chen Mo immediately backed out, circled around to enter the kitchen through the rear door, and listlessly said to Father Chen, who was working the wok, "Where are the crew's meal boxes? I'll go deliver them."

Father Chen turned around. Looking at his precious son, who appeared utterly wilted, he loudly asked in a rough voice, "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Why don't you talk to your uncle and come back home? You only got out of the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor told you to rest properly."

Chen Mo pressed his lips together in frustration. Looking at the person before him, both familiar and unfamiliar, he lowered his head and said, "It's fine. I'm doing well on set. I mostly just watch filming and barely do any work. Besides, I told them I'd work the whole summer. What would it look like if I quit halfway through?"

If he had to stay in the restaurant all day, facing a group of familiar strangers, he would feel even worse.

Father Chen poured the freshly stir-fried green cucumbers onto a plate and waved for the food runner to take it out front. Then he turned, took out a plate of sliced watermelon from the refrigerator, handed it to Chen Mo, and said, "It's too hot today. Have some watermelon and cool down."

Chen Mo acknowledged him and silently took the plate to eat. Father Chen carefully watched the thin Chen Mo. Three months ago, his son had loudly refused to acknowledge them as his parents. Two months ago, he had refused to speak to them and kept threatening to run away from home. Yet after mysteriously taking a trip to Kyoto, he had become subdued. Although he still did not say much now, at least he no longer ran all over the place behind their backs.

Father Chen sniffed, feeling a little heartsick, and said in a choked voice, "Didn't you say you wanted Buddha Jumps Over the Wall the other day? I made it for you. Eat before you head back to the set."

Chen Mo turned his head and looked at the face before him, so unfamiliar yet familiar. Both men were fathers. One was the president of a listed corporation, while the other ran a small roadside restaurant. One was almost never seen except when he sent money each month and year, while the other had made Buddha Jumps Over the Wall in the sweltering heat just because Chen Mo had casually mentioned wanting it...

Feeling troubled, Chen Mo rubbed his nose with his hand and said softly, "There are over a hundred people on the crew waiting for me to deliver their food. I'll eat it when I get back tonight."

After thinking for a moment, he awkwardly forced out another sentence. "Thank you."

Father Chen froze. Then he scratched the back of his head and grinned broadly. "Kid, why are you being polite with your dad?"

After saying that, unable to sit still any longer, he rubbed his thighs and stood up, loudly urging several servers to load the boxed meals that had long been prepared into the van.

Chen Mo looked up and reminded Father Chen, "There are also two separately packed vegetarian dishes. Don't forget them."

Father Chen lit a cigarette and spoke with it between his lips. "Stir-fries only taste good fresh from the wok. But it's just two vegetarian dishes. They'll be done in no time."

With that, he quickly stir-fried two dishes—plain cucumbers and celery with lily bulbs. When he reached for the takeaway containers, he found that all the previous meal boxes had been used up. Father Chen cursed under his breath, turned to pull out a bag of new meal boxes from the cabinet, and took one to pack the dishes. He casually remarked, "Girls these days are really too fussy. They won't eat this or that, all skinny as White Bone Spirits. I don't know what's supposed to be attractive about that. Women need big breasts and big butts to look good."

Hearing that, Chen Mo thought of Lin Xia's curvy, particularly fiery figure and secretly shook his head. "It's not that she's picky. I heard that this little celebrity is an ambassador for the Animal Welfare Association. She refuses to eat meat to protect small animals."

Father Chen snorted but said nothing. He simply tossed the boxed meals into the van. Just as he turned to call over a worker to help drive, Chen Mo said, "I'm off," climbed neatly into the driver's seat, stepped on the gas, and headed for the film studio. Father Chen stared after him in a daze, scratching his head as he asked, "When did this kid learn to drive? How come I didn't know?"

Chen Mo drove straight into the set. Because the morning's filming had not gone smoothly, the director had been so angry that he simply let everyone take a break. The crew had waited a long time for their boxed lunches and were complaining one after another. Chen Mo lowered his head and checked his phone. It was only a little past twelve-thirty. He could only shake his head with a bitter smile and silently hand out the meals.

Though the crew's boxed meals were all prepared in bulk, they were still divided into different grades. At the very least, the director's and lead actors' meals differed from those of the extras in both portion size and dishes. Everyone understood this without saying it. On his first day, Chen Mo's uncle Jiang Jie had specifically warned him about it. He had even told Father Chen to mark the meal boxes while packing them. That way, even though Chen Mo tended to be careless, no one would receive the wrong meal just by looking at the packaging.

After handing out meal boxes to everyone on the crew, Chen Mo carried two white plastic crates back to the van. Only then did he notice two insulated lunch boxes sitting alone in the corner of the back seat. Chen Mo paused, then remembered the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall Father Chen had mentioned. He immediately leaned over and brought the lunch boxes closer. Lifting the lid, he was met with a rich, fragrant aroma. It truly was Buddha Jumps Over the Wall, which Father Chen had clearly spent considerable effort preparing. Another compartment held tightly covered rice, each grain plump and glistening, neither too soft nor too firm—the exact texture Chen Mo liked best. The other insulated lunch box contained cut fruit of various kinds: fresh watermelon, dragon fruit, and Hami melon on top, chilled over a layer of large ice cubes below, giving off threads of coolness in the sweltering afternoon—

Chen Mo subconsciously checked the time. It was already past one in the afternoon, right in the middle of the lunch rush. The restaurant must have been so busy that Mother Chen and Father Chen could barely keep their feet on the ground, yet with Father Chen's normally careless personality, he had packed these lunch boxes so meticulously...