Chinese Entertainment King: Starting as a Fat Boy and Becoming a Singing King

[Remaining Idol Points: 2600]

Say no more, say less.

If you focus all your efforts on body shaping, you can lose 10 kilograms and also achieve basic body sculpting.

If all the effort is put into rebuilding bodily functions, physical fitness and endurance can be increased from 20 minutes to an hour.

If you invest all your points in voice evolution, there's an option in the system panel called "Skill Unlocking," which lists a whole bunch of things: raging voice, breathy voice, strengthening the transition between head and chest voice, expanding high-pitched resonance... Each of these requires a lot of points.

2600 points are probably enough to unlock one enhanced skill.

There are three directions, but you can only choose one.

Which one to choose? If I lose weight, I can't sing anymore, so it's useless.

Despite physical training, my voice and physique remain unchanged.

Even if you master the techniques, it's all for nothing if your body can't handle it.

Forget it, let's finish transforming Zhou Shen first and make sure he advances to the top four. We can see what songs the show has arranged before we start using up his idol points.

At 2 PM, Xu Yao took Zhou Shen to a barbershop in JX city that he had scouted out beforehand.

A barber with gray-blue hair, who looked to be in his late twenties, approached and wore a string of badges on his apron.

"Are you two getting haircuts?"

"He cuts it." Xu Yao pointed to Zhou Shen.

Zhou Shen looked at himself in the mirror, somewhat hesitant: "Brother Yao, is my hairstyle... alright?"

"What do you mean, 'okay'?" Xu Yao pressed him down into a chair. "Your bangs are covering your face, and you're already thin; you look malnourished. Cut them off."

The barber walked over, stood behind Zhou Shen, ran his hands through his hair, and tilted his head to look at him.

"Your face shape has slightly wide cheekbones and a relatively large forehead. Your current hairstyle is too flat and doesn't flatter your features. I suggest leaving some sideburns, cutting your bangs short to expose your forehead, and adding a little volume to the top of your head to elongate your face."

After he finished speaking, he pulled out a photo from his phone and handed it to Zhou Shen to look at.

The person in the photo is wearing a white shirt, with neatly cut hair that reveals a smooth forehead, making them look much more refreshed.

"Something like this?" the barber said.

Zhou Shen looked at the photo, then at himself in the mirror, and hesitated for a moment: "Isn't this a bit...outrageous?"

"Your previous one was way too ordinary, like someone who just graduated from school." Xu Yao sat down on the sofa next to him, crossed his legs, and said, "Cut."

"Brother Yao, how much is it?" Zhou Shen asked in a low voice.

"It's my treat."

"No, no, I can do it myself..."

"Shut up, I'm getting fed up with your nagging," Xu Yao said. "You can pay me back when you win the team championship."

Before Zhou Shen could say anything more, the barber had already put the apron on.

Halfway through cutting, Zhou Shen's phone rang.

He glanced at it and saw it was a message from a member of the Qiqin team, asking if he had arrived in Jiaxing yet.

He typed a reply with one hand, and the barber pressed his head down, saying, "Don't move."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Xu Yao, watching from the side, couldn't help but laugh.

A few hours later, after a haircut and perm, the hairdresser removed the cape and brushed away the stray hairs on Zhou Shen's neck.

"Take a look."

Zhou Shen turned his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and froze.

My bangs were cut shorter, revealing my forehead, and I looked much more energetic. The slightly fluffy hair on top of my head visually lengthened my face.

"This..." He reached up and touched his hair. "Is this me?"

"Your old hairstyle looked like a mushroom." Xu Yao stood up, walked to his side, looked at himself in the mirror, and said, "Now you're at least half a handsome guy."

"Brother Yao, could you use a better analogy?"

"Okay. This is now a premium shiitake mushroom."

The barber was trying not to laugh.

When it came time to pay, Zhou Shen insisted on paying, but Xu Yao held his shoulder down with one hand.

The 1.85-meter-tall fat man held down the 1.6-meter-tall Zhou Shen as if he were holding down a cat.

"1380," the barber quoted the price.

Zhou Shen's eyes widened: "How much?"

"Member price is 1380. If you want to get a membership card..."

"No need to apply for a card." Xu Yao handed over his phone to scan the QR code.

"Brother Yao! It's too expensive!" Zhou Shen exclaimed anxiously, "My head isn't even worth that much money..."

"You've got what you deserve now." Xu Yao scanned the code, put away his phone, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Let's go buy some clothes."

The place where I bought the clothes was a shopping mall in downtown JX, and the third floor was all men's clothing.

Xu Yao took Zhou Shen to visit three stores, and finally stopped at a store with a Japanese style.

The clothes in the store are mainly light-colored, such as white, beige, light gray, and light blue, and they look very clean hanging on the racks.

"This one, this one, this one." Xu Yao pulled three pieces of clothing from the rack and handed them to Zhou Shen. "Go try them on."

Zhou Shen carried the clothes into the fitting room.

When the first item came out, Xu Yao shook his head.

"It's too big."

Zhou Shen looked down and said, "I think it's fine. It's more comfortable to be a little loose..."

"You're here to compete, not to sleep." Xu Yao pushed him back. "Change."

When the second item came out, Xu Yao frowned.

"The color is wrong. You have fair skin, and wearing dark colors makes you look older. Change to a lighter color."

When the third item came out, Xu Yao finally nodded.

It was a white shirt, not a very formal one, with a fitted but not tight style, a slightly open collar, and sleeves rolled up to the forearms.

She paired it with light gray casual pants and white sneakers.

Zhou Shen stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of his clothes somewhat uncomfortably.

"Brother Yao, I feel like... it's a bit too formal."

"What's so formal about it? You're not wearing a tie."

"But……"

"Shut up. Your previous style was called casual. This style is called neat and tidy."

Xu Yao walked over to him and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Your voice is ethereal, otherworldly, and otherworldly. When you're dressed neatly and cleanly, the first thing the audience thinks when they see you is, 'This person must sing really well.' But if you go up in a loose T-shirt, the audience will think, 'Did this person wander onto the wrong set?'"

Zhou Shen couldn't help but laugh: "It's not that exaggerated."

"Take a look for yourself," Xu Yao said, pointing to the mirror.

Zhou Shen looked at himself in the mirror.

A white shirt, light gray trousers, neat short hair, and an exposed forehead. The whole person looked…

"He does seem a bit more energetic," he said softly.

"Is this what you call a little bit?" Xu Yao said. "This is called a tiny bit. In the quarterfinals, you have to surprise us again."

"Brother Yao, why do you remind me of my mom..."

"roll……"

The sales assistant next to me came over, smiling, and asked, "Sir, would you like this garment wrapped up?"

"Bags," Xu Yao said. "Pack the pants too. Pack the shoes too. And two more changes of clothes, one light blue and one off-white. And another pair of the same pants."

"Yes, sir."

"Brother Yao, Brother Yao, Brother Yao...no..." Zhou Shen cried out anxiously, tugging at Xu Yao's sleeve, "This is too much! How much does it cost?"

"Never mind that."

"No, no, we really can't waste money..."

"Zhou Shen." Xu Yao turned around and looked at him.

Zhou Shen was taken aback by his tone.

Do you know how many followers you have on Weibo?

"Uh... more than fifty thousand?"

"More than 50,000 people think you sing well. Do you think they only listen to your voice, or do they also consider what you look like?"

Zhou Shen opened his mouth, remained silent for a moment, and then whispered, "There's no need to buy so many..."

"What's so much? When you become famous, a single outfit will cost tens of thousands. Are you going to haggle with me over two thousand now?"

"A dress costing over 100,000? How is that possible? I could never afford one in my entire life." Zhou Shen's eyes widened again.

When Xu Yao went to the front desk to pay, the sales assistant smiled and asked while scanning the barcode, "Are you... friends?"

"Yes," Xu Yao said.

"Oh..." The saleswoman's tone was somewhat meaningful, "Your girlfriend is quite well-behaved."

Xu Yao was stunned for a moment, then realized what the sales assistant was thinking.

"He's a man," Xu Yao explained, speechless.

The sales assistant smiled, giving me a knowing look, and immediately changed her tune: "Sorry, your boyfriend is quite well-behaved, and you two seem to have a great relationship."

"Holy shit..."

Xu Yao suddenly felt an urge to hit someone.

"Brother Yao, I really can't spend your money anymore."

"Damn it, stop babbling. People have already misunderstood us." Xu Yao shoved the bag into his hand. "Shut up, take this, next stop."

Stepping out of the shopping mall and back into the rented room, Zhou Shen began his intensive typhoon training.

As evening approached, Xu Yao's phone rang.

Xu Yao was quite surprised to see that name.