Entretenimento Chinês: Esta Estrela Não Segue as Regras

August 2014, in the summer, on the set of "The Left Ear."

"Ms. Chen Dulian, do you know who the very first idol in history was?"

Chen Dulian glanced helplessly at the teenage boy crouching in front of her, acting as if they were old friends, but she didn't reply.

"It was the First Emperor of Qin. Because so many people fell for him back then!"

Her long lashes quivered, the corners of her mouth twitched uncontrollably before she quickly restored her cool, distant expression.

"Sister Dudu," the boy pressed his advantage, edging closer, "here’s another question for you: when you're driving, which celebrity do you least want to see?"

Chen Dulian's fingers unconsciously gripped the edge of her script.

"It's A Du!" The boy's smile was bright as sunshine. "He says I should be under the car, not in it!"

"……"

"One last question, Dudu!" He raised his index finger. "Whose barbecue in the entertainment industry should you definitely never eat?"

Dudu???

Chen Dulian's delicate hand was already clenched into a fist.

"It's the Little Tigers! They say, thread your heart and mine together…"

"Jiang Ye, what are you doing?!"

A loud shout cut off the boy’s string of cold jokes.

Striding toward them was a middle-aged man of about forty, his forehead veins faintly visible.

It was Gao Chuan, the assistant director of the crew.

Gao Chuan nodd