Hugo was certain that he must have been dazed by the chaos just now, which was how he ended up in the ladies' room. But was there anyone in the bathroom before? Hugo realized he hadn't noticed at all. If there were... first, he became the first Actor in the history of the Golden Raspberry Awards to attend and accept the award in person, then he wept bitterly and gratefully while receiving the most shameful trophy of his acting career, and then he spent nearly half an hour with his head buried in a ladies' room stall... Hugo felt a deep sense of sorrow. No matter what his situation was before he transmigrated, it was clear that he now had to bear the weight of all these circumstances.Taking a deep breath, Hugo quickly opened the stall door and immediately saw a burly man standing next to it. Standing about six-foot-two and weighing at least two hundred pounds, he possessed an overwhelming presence. Those icy blue eyes remained the most vivid impression in Hugo's mind; this was Joseph Gibbs, his nominal agent in this body.Hugo realized his line of sight was roughly level with Joseph's, though he was slightly shorter, meaning he was at least six feet tall. Glancing upward, Hugo caught Joseph's searching gaze. He couldn't help but awkwardly shift his eyes to the vanity mirror on his right. Although he knew he had transmigrated and the man before him named Joseph was the first person he met afterward, strictly speaking, he and Joseph were still strangers. Thus, he had no idea what to say. Moreover, it would be disastrous if he said something reckless and Joseph realized his soul had been replaced.Hugo's gaze shifted to the vanity mirror, where he saw his current appearance. It wasn't the self from his memory, nor any famous Actor he knew, but a completely unfamiliar face.The well-defined facial lines had the typical ruggedness of Westerners, but not the sharp, chiseled look of a Greek god; there was a hint of Eastern softness. Those light brown eyes easily captured all attention. The blurriness and haziness within these peach blossom eyes were hidden in that pool of amber water. The crystal-clear eyes seemed half-drunk, like a green lake and lush mountains during a misty spring rain. Under the dim, creamy yellow light of the bathroom, they were veiled in a faint glow that made one's heart race. Thick, dark eyebrows arched slightly upward, silently tapering into the temples. Long, dense eyelashes and a high nose bridge sketched a clear three-dimensional profile, framing those peach blossom eyes like two pools of water—deep and mysterious.Hugo was stunned. This was truly a very handsome face. While handsome men and beautiful women were countless in this world, and many had carved out a place in Hollywood relying on a good appearance, Hugo had just received the Worst Actor award on the Golden Raspberry Awards stage. Although it wasn't glorious, he couldn't ignore the 'lead Actor' part. This meant the original owner of this body had at least reached leading roles in Hollywood and wasn't some nameless extra. Hugo was certain this face must have played a significant part in that, yet he couldn't find any trace of this Actor in his own memories. It seemed he was just another 'vase' discarded by Hollywood's survival of the fittest.Hugo immediately noticed the face in the mirror showing an expression of astonishment, his eyebrows drawing together into a small 'river' shape. He then realized that the owner of this face was now himself. The thought of being startled by his own 'beauty' was truly bizarre. Hugo couldn't help but slap his cheeks; the slight sting brought a rush of reality.In truth, judging the face alone, everyone's definition of beauty is different based on their aesthetic views, so this appearance wasn't necessarily world-shaking. But the point was, this face possessed a natural charisma that acted like a magnet for people's gazes—including Hugo's own.The smooth lines of his jaw were covered in light stubble, making his slightly pursed thin lips look incredibly soft. That 'five o'clock shadow' paired with dark blonde hair, which fell just short of his eyebrows and had lost its shape due to Hugo's constant tossing earlier, now hung casually and lazily. One could tell it was naturally curly hair, though not severely so, just curling into gentle arcs that added a touch of spontaneity. A faint classical temperament bloomed between his brows, giving the face an indescribable charm. It was this aura, hidden in every expression and detail of the face, that made it impossible to look away.This was him now? Hugo let out a long sigh, feeling it was surreal. Even with the lingering sting on his cheeks from the slap, it still didn't feel real enough."What are you still doing? Do you want to wait for the reporters to swarm and camp outside the ladies' room door, then add another anecdote to tomorrow's headlines?" Joseph looked at the dazed Hugo, clearly unable to understand. He glanced helplessly at the bathroom door. Tonight's events had already spiraled out of control; they had to get back first and hope people would focus on the 49th Golden Globe Awards, which were set to kick off tomorrow.Hugo pulled his gaze back and looked at Joseph, pausing for a moment. "Oh, I just feel a bit dizzy, and I'm really sleepy." This wasn't an excuse; Hugo followed it with a wide yawn. Since waking up, he had felt exhausted, and his head was heavy and groggy, leaving him with no information-processing ability. He had only been momentarily dazed by the joy of'stepping onto the Midi Rock Awards stage,' so it hadn't erupted. Now that he realized he had transmigrated, the aches all over his body began to invade. "What happened to me just now? Why did I faint in... the bathroom?"Hugo's words seemed to provoke Joseph. His expression darkened immediately, and he said irritably, "You should be glad you regained consciousness just now and weren't taken straight to heaven to see Jesus by Kaka."Seeing Joseph's terrible expression, Hugo finally understood. "You mean... drugs?" Hugo couldn't even use the first person smoothly because he was so shocked; the previous life of this body was certainly eventful. Not even mentioning the Golden Raspberry Awards that everyone avoids, he actually overdosed and fainted backstage at the awards ceremony. This was basically telling all the reporters: Hey, I have countless scoops here, come and get them!No wonder Joseph kept asking if he was still high earlier; Big Harry and Kaka were also slang for heroin. No wonder everything looked so hazy after he woke up, and his emotional fluctuations were so intense. This reminded Hugo of Lindsay Lohan and Macaulay Culkin, who became famous young but lost themselves in the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. Presumably, this body had also sunk into the decadent life of that melting pot and eventually left this world, allowing him to enter this skin. No wonder this Actor had such an outstanding temperament but failed to achieve success later on; he had completely destroyed his own future.Drugs. In Hugo's ten years in the underground Rock music scene, he had seen many people floating in the world of drugs, only to fall forever into that sea of black poppies. No matter how brilliant the talent, they could not escape the clutches of drugs. Glory to Death's first guitarist, Zhang Xiaoye, had his life taken by drugs. Hugo was right beside Zhang Xiaoye at the time, watching him enter a state of bliss, go through endless pain, and then fall into a deep sleep. His vitality bloomed proudly like a firework, then vanished, never to wake again.Thinking of this, Hugo couldn't help but shiver. For the first time since transmigrating, he felt the tangible reality of being alive. Although he still hadn't fully adapted to the strange environment and this unfamiliar body, he was at least alive, and that was something to be grateful for."Yes, I should be glad," Hugo said, taking a deep breath. "I must quit this damn stuff." Hugo murmured in a low voice. Although he was whispering, the English came out naturally. Hugo could feel himself integrating into this world bit by bit.Joseph heard Hugo's murmur but gave a scoff of contempt, clearly not believing in Hugo's determination at all. "Let's go. If you don't want to deal with those tails you can't shake off, you need to hurry."Hugo blinked, taking a few seconds to realize Joseph was talking about the Paparazzi. Although he still felt muscle aches, it was only a physical sensation; mentally, he was completely healthy. So, after bracing himself, he quickly followed Joseph's lead.After leaving the bathroom, Hugo only had time to glance at the hotel corridor. He didn't have more time to tour the venue of the first Oscars, which made him a bit reluctant. In his twenty-five years of life, he had never been abroad, and the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel was in Los Angeles. Hugo had the heart to stay and look around like a tourist, but Joseph's urging gaze forced him to quicken his pace into the elevator, shutting the vintage charm of the corridor behind the iron doors.Hugo and Joseph stood in the elevator in dead silence; no one spoke. Joseph thought Hugo hadn't fully recovered from being high, which explained his unusual behavior. Hugo, on the other hand, didn't know what to say, fearing that the more he spoke, the more mistakes he'd make, so he could only keep his mouth shut.However, this silence lasted for less than a minute. When the elevator stopped on the B1 floor, the doors opened to a barrage of blinding camera flashes. Hugo instinctively closed his eyes; the light made his head throb. He knew it was definitely the damn drugs acting up, but there was nothing he could do.Peering through the hand shielding his eyes, Hugo saw people crowding forward, forcing his steps back into the elevator. They shouted, "Mr. Lancaster, you've not only been nominated for the Golden Raspberry Awards three times in two years, but you've also become the first Actor in history to come to the ceremony to accept the award. Is there any special reason? Was there some hidden story behind your weeping on stage just now? Judging by your acceptance speech, you clearly have an extraordinary fondness for this award. Is that true?"The trouble wasn't over. Damn reporters...
