Actor in Hollywood

Roar.

Roar, roar, roar!

The entire studio buzzed with excitement, a wave of anticipation and curiosity swept through the crowd as all eyes instinctively turned to the mysterious figure who had just entered. The mix of eager expectation and inquisitive excitement set the blood racing.

It was a lively scene.

Elizabeth approached Ross with open arms, just like a couple in love, ready to embrace him. She even stood on tiptoes, prepared for a kiss. But Ross quickly noticed the man's gaze.

He didn't do much—just stood there, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, exuding a relaxed and confident air. He didn't appear formal or serious; rather, he seemed to take control of the situation effortlessly.

Ross grew flustered, unsure of what to do with his hands and feet. He hastily raised a hand to stop Elizabeth, pulling away from the embrace with a look of innocent righteousness. Yet, worried about upsetting Elizabeth, he gently patted her forehead, as if comforting a pet.

Elizabeth: ???

The studio erupted in laughter.

But Ross was too preoccupied to care. He forced an awkward yet polite smile, shoving both hands into his pockets to signify his innocence once more.

Elizabeth noticed Ross's gaze and stepped back to introduce them, "Ross, this is my brother, Paul Stevens."

Then she turned, "Paul, this is Ross Geller."

Ross stared at Elizabeth in shock, "Brother? I thought you said…" He cut himself off and quickly forced a smile towards Paul, "Brother, oh, brother! I was just thinking you look way too young to be Elizabeth's father. How old were you when she was born?"

Ross breathed a small sigh of relief—

A brother was much easier to deal with than a father.

In the studio, nearly everyone shared Ross's thought:

So, he's her brother.

No wonder!

When the man first entered, more than half the people in the room were puzzled, unable to understand why the so-called "father" appeared so young.

And compared to Ross, this man was clearly much more attractive, making it a bit amusing that Elizabeth was dating Ross instead. But now, everything made sense.

Eyes shifted back to Anson, and he could feel his skin growing warm under the attention.

Honestly, he expected to be nervous. Just before stepping on stage, he had felt a sudden urge to use the bathroom, his bladder reacting to the pressure—a reaction that doesn't lie. He thought standing in front of the camera might make him even more anxious, recalling how, in his previous life, he had witnessed countless actors getting completely lost in front of the camera.

However, that wasn't the case.

Not only was he not nervous, but he also felt completely at ease.

He could feel the presence of the cameras, aware of the three different angles simultaneously capturing the scene, the red lights blinking ominously in the shadows like wolves watching their prey.

But instead of getting distracted, the cameras seemed to push him into a strange, heightened state of awareness, where he could clearly sense himself and his performance.

His focus was on the two people in front of him—

One was his sister, the other, her date.

The sensation was subtle yet intriguing.

Everything just flowed naturally from there.

Paul finally spoke, "Twenty."

Ross: ?

Paul clarified, "My father was twenty when Elizabeth was born."

Ross blinked, "And you…?"

Paul pointed to himself, "Eighteen."

The scene—

Did Paul say he was eighteen years old, or that his father was eighteen when he was born?

This subtle confusion creates a sense of light absurdity—it's not laugh-out-loud funny, but it brings a smile. The atmosphere in the studio is very relaxed.

Calm, composed, confident, and carefree.

Paul only said three sentences, without any special tone or expression, but the back-and-forth dialogue generated a strange chemical reaction.

Silently, the balance of power shifted toward Paul.

Ross was a bit flustered, frantically looking at Paul, then tried to show his friendliness as much as possible, revealing a perfect row of teeth like in a toothpaste commercial, "Oh, Paul, you're so humorous. Very pleased to meet you."

Paul didn't respond immediately but extended his right hand to shake Ross's right hand—

For a moment, everything was normal.

The next moment, his grip tightened.

Just as Ross was letting his guard down, he felt as if his right hand was being clamped by a crab, writhing in pain like an earthworm after rain, desperately signaling with his right hand.

Then, Paul's lips curled up slightly, "I usually prefer Elizabeth's date to call me Stevens."

A boundary was drawn, pushing Ross, who was trying to close the distance, back.

In the studio, sparse laughter echoed, mostly from the male audience.

Clearly, they were very aware of the tense struggle between Ross and Paul.

Ross was stunned, quickly nodding, "Of course, of course, Stevens. So, why not Mr. Stevens?"

Paul: "That's my father."

Ross's mouth opened, and he was dumbfounded, "Oh."

Seeing Ross's frozen expression, the laughter in the studio became wild.

But Gloria noticed that her eyes couldn't help but keep drifting toward the man next to her—Paul, whose carefree demeanor had a magnetic charm that captured her attention.

At this moment, Gloria noticed Paul's expression.

"So, Ross..."

He said.

Pausing, Paul quietly stared into Ross's eyes, without looking him up and down or changing his expression, just calmly looking at Ross, but this one action, one expression, dragged the rhythm of the scene over to him.

Then.

"What's your problem?"

A single sentence, hidden behind the brief pause, brought out the humor, instantly filling the studio with laughter and creating a particularly lively atmosphere.

Gloria also burst into laughter.

Ross forced a smile, his cracked lips seemingly frozen, "Wh-what?"

Paul's lips curled up slightly again, "Why can't you find a girlfriend your own age?"

Ross: "Haha." He looked up at the ceiling, trying to come up with a witty response, "Very funny." But then he felt Paul's unflinching gaze, his smile immediately disappeared, and he lowered his voice, full of seriousness, "That's not funny."

A gentle wave of laughter spread.

Paul's eyebrows lifted slightly, his face full of smiles as he looked at Ross, "I don't want you to keep dating my sister, Ross."

Ross blinked—

He was a bit panicked.

"Uh."

First, he put his hands on his hips, striking an aggressive pose, but seeing the half-smiling look in Paul's eyes, he suddenly felt guilty; then he crossed his arms defensively, turning to Elizabeth with a helpless look.

Elizabeth subtly shook her head, indicating she couldn't help.

Ross turned back to Paul.

"Uh. Okay, I, uh, I get it."

"But I think, if you give me a chance, I can change your mind."

Paul slowly lifted his chin, "Okay."

Ross: ... "What?"

Paul: "Okay, I'll give you a chance to change my mind."

Ross let out a long breath and turned to Elizabeth; they almost embraced in tears.

Paul: "You have one minute."

Haha.

Hahaha!

The whole studio burst into laughter.

Ross was completely frozen in place, his brain short-circuited.

Elizabeth finally couldn't stand it, "Paul!"

Paul gave Elizabeth a smile, a hint of fondness in his eyes, "Alright, two minutes."

Then, Paul raised both hands, pointing two fingers playfully at Ross, "Go!"

Explosive laughter, thunderous laughter!

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