My teacher is Bruce Lee, who dominated Hollywood.

Chapter 1 The Dragon Crossing the River

February 14, 1973, Los Angeles.

This year, the temperature in this city of angels is unusually high. Even though it is January, the middle of winter, the bright sun still raises the temperature to 29 degrees Celsius.

On the edge of Chinatown, in a secluded motel, a fluorescent television is broadcasting the highly anticipated seventh Super Bowl – the Miami Dolphins versus the Washington Redskins.

"Two minutes left! The Redskins' defense has pushed forward in full force!"

On the large bed in front of the TV, a man and a woman were watching a football game.

Perhaps because it was so hot, they were dressed very lightly.

"That's right! Keep it up!"

The woman's voice was somewhat muffled, but she seemed to be encouraging the dolphin team.

Qin Han braced himself on the soft mattress, sweat dripping from his sharply defined chin.

"That was a really fast shot! If the Dolphins score just one more point, they'll win the inning 14-7 and achieve their first-ever 'perfect season' in the Super Bowl with a 17-0 record!"

"Yes, faster!" the woman's voice rose even higher.

At the same time, an incredulous gasp came from the television and a chorus of boos from the audience.

"Oh my god! Yepremian slipped! Good heavens, the Dolphins got the ball! Nobody can stop them!"

"They're here!" Qin Han tried to control his voice, after all, motels are usually not very soundproof.

"Touchdown! Incredible mistake! Congratulations to the Miami Dolphins on their first-ever perfect season!"

A deafening roar of cheers erupted from the television, drowning out all other sounds in the room.

Qin Han rolled over and lay on his side, his chest heaving violently.

He glanced at the woman lying beside him like a clingy Persian cat—Lorna Barrett.

The columnist, who would later be known as the "Queen of Hollywood Gossip" and feared by countless celebrities, was now breathing heavily with satisfaction.

He let out a long breath, looked down at his own body, and was still somewhat dazed.

His arm muscles were well-defined, and his eight-pack abs were clearly defined, a world apart from his previous life.

I've been transported to America in 1973 for half a month now.

In his previous life, he was just an unknown Chinese screenwriter on the Hollywood assembly line, well-versed in the history of Hollywood's rise and fall over the past century, yet remaining unknown.

Now, he has become an apprentice of Bruce Lee, the "Pride of the Chinese," at the Jun Fan Gung Fu Institute in Los Angeles.

In 1970, Bruce Lee closed his martial arts school and shifted his focus back to Hong Kong to make movies, while the original owner of the body chose to stay and borrowed money to open a new martial arts school.

Unexpectedly, due to poor management, in two and a half years, not only did the company fail to gain a reputation, but the debt also ballooned to a full $80,000 due to compounding interest!

It's worth noting that in 1973, the average annual income of an American family was just over $1.

"Phew..." Lorna Barrett finally came to her senses, the flush on her face not yet completely gone, and lazily turned over.

She casually smoothed her short, wavy blonde hair, then grabbed a silk bathrobe lying on the bedside table and draped it over herself.

Her proud breasts stretched the thin silk fabric, and the hem of the robe concealed her incredibly slender waist.

She deftly pulled a women's menthol cigarette from her handbag, lit it, took a deep drag, and then offered it to Qin Han's lips: "Want a puff?"

Qin Han pushed her hand away and shook his head: "I don't smoke. Nicotine numbs the nerves and affects reaction speed. I don't want to get kicked in the butt by my master."

"Ha, you ascetic monks practicing martial arts."

Luo Na shrugged indifferently, straddled Qin Han's lap, and slightly raised her long, white legs, which had been described as "worth millions" in gossip magazines, with a hint of provocation.

"My dear Qin, I think you haven't forgotten your promise. I even turned down a luncheon with the Vice President of Global just to see you."

Feeling the delicate touch on his leg, Qin Han smiled slightly: "Of course, it's an exclusive interview with my master, don't worry."

Lorna held a cigarette between her left fingers, while her slender right fingers traced across Qin Han's firm chest muscles: "Bruce Lee will be secretly returning to Los Angeles soon, won't he?"

Qin Han was secretly amazed.

No wonder she's the woman who can dig up the Kennedy family's secrets.

In this era without the internet, her information channels were terrifyingly powerful.

Bruce Lee's return to Los Angeles was to handle initial negotiations with Warner Bros. to discuss the prototype of a film—the one that would go down in film history, "Enter the Dragon."

This trip was kept extremely secret; the paparazzi in Hong Kong all thought he was in seclusion for spiritual cultivation.

As for how she approached him?

Today, a female reporter who is extremely interested in Bruce Lee will be searching for his whereabouts at various martial arts schools in Chinatown.

Looking at the intelligence information that appeared before his eyes, Qin Han couldn't help but smile slightly—of course, it was something he had delivered himself to.

After transmigrating, he acquired this intelligence system.

The information is refreshed every day, and what kind of messages will appear is completely random.

I only wanted to try my luck, but I never expected to catch such a big fish as Rona.

He still had to pay off his own debts. As a screenwriter, he encountered this era of Hollywood transformation, and nothing could be more lucrative than making movies.

However, California at that time had no "political correctness" to back it up, making it extremely difficult for Chinese people to enter the film and television industry.

I thought it would take some more time to find an opportunity, but then I received news that my mentor was going back to Los Angeles. It was like a godsend.

However, in January 1973, only six months had passed since Bruce Lee's sudden death.

His death remains a mystery, leading to countless conspiracy theories and leaving everyone filled with speculation and regret over the passing of this "shining light of the Chinese people."

Qin Han felt he should take action to protect this "strong leg" he could cling to for life.

If it's really just an illness, you must get him to the hospital as soon as possible; otherwise, if there's some kind of conspiracy, you must stop it!

The woman beside me is undoubtedly an excellent source of information.

"Your intelligence network is truly impressive, Rona." Qin Han saw no need to hide anything; after all, it was part of the deal.

"That's right, to be precise, today. He'll probably land in Los Angeles in about four hours."

Upon hearing this news, Lorna's eyes lit up instantly. She immediately stubbed out her cigarette and said eagerly, "Then hurry up and take me to the airport!"

"No." Qin Han refused decisively.

"You know, this is a private trip. If I were to bring a reporter to the arrivals area, I would be expelled from the school immediately."

Lorna pouted, somewhat disgruntled: "Then how can you guarantee my exclusive interview?"

Qin Han reached out and pinched her chin, his thumb stroking her rosy lips: "Don't worry, I will definitely arrange for you to meet before Master leaves Los Angeles."

"The only condition is that the interview content must not be published before he leaves the United States."

This is the bottom line.

Luo Na stared into Qin Han's eyes. This young Eastern man looked gentle and refined, but there was a profound depth in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

"Okay, deal." As a seasoned media professional, she knows how to make trade-offs. As long as it's an exclusive, there's no difference if it's published a few days later.

He glanced at the clock on the wall: "Since there are still four hours..."

The gaze slowly moved downwards, sweeping over Qin Han's well-defined abdominal muscles, and finally resting on his waist and abdomen.

"I think you, like your mentor, have completely changed some of my... stereotypes about Asian men."

Qin Han laughed. To break through the tide of this era, one must first conquer the women of this era!

"How about... one more round?"

……

Four hours later, at Los Angeles International Airport.

Although he had seen that person in countless documentaries and movies in his previous life, Qin Han's heart still pounded uncontrollably when the moment finally arrived.

The automatic doors slid open to both sides, and a familiar figure appeared in view, pushing a luggage cart out alone.