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

The sound of a piano began.

The prelude flows out slowly, simple and clean, like a soliloquy in the dead of night.

John Legend's "All of Me" is originally a gentle piano piece, inspired by John Legend's newlywed wife, expressing a love of complete acceptance and devotion.

This song should have been sung with delicate detail, quietly and gently conveying its message.

But on stage, Xu Yao knows that the audience needs a stronger emotional response.

He opened his eyes.

"What would I do without your smart mouth..."

His voice was deep and warm, with the mid-to-low range spreading out in the air like a dark background color spreading out.

Each word was delivered steadily with breath, and the resonance in the chest naturally brought out a deep and restrained emotion.

This isn't showing off skills; it's honesty and expression.

"Drawing me in, and you kicking me out..."

His voice rose slightly, with the last syllable lingering for a half-beat, like someone speaking to an empty room in the dead of night.

When he sang the second verse, his voice became quieter, as if he was suppressing something.

"I'm crazy, and I'm out of my mind..."

That kind of repression isn't a skillful technique; it's about suppressing all emotions deep inside, not wanting the other person to see it.

The piano music rises during the chorus.

The chords became denser and the tempo faster.

Xu Yao knew that this was the most difficult part of the whole song.

The transition from the somber and restrained verses to the explosive outpouring in the chorus is direct and without any transition.

If you sing too restrained, the chorus won't be able to hit the mark.

If you sing too loudly, the verses will sound greasy.

It wasn't until the second chorus that Xu Yao paused for half a beat, letting his breath linger in his chest for an extra second, before he began to sing.

"Give your all to me......"

The angry roar burst out of his throat so suddenly.

It's not a technique, it's shouting.

It wasn't the husky, grainy quality of Wei Xiang's voice, but rather his unique, husky baritone voice, incredibly powerful.

The angry roar was like a wave suddenly rising on the sea, rushing out with emotion.

It seemed to be broken, yet it wasn't; like a cannonball piercing everyone's eardrums.

Na Ying's expression changed.

Yang Kun's expression changed.

Xiao Jingteng was sitting in the mentor's seat, his body originally leaning slightly forward. Upon hearing this angry voice, he leaned back in his chair, his mouth open and not closing.

Xu Yao continued singing with an angry tone.

"How many times do I have to tell you..."

The angry shouts grew more steady and deeper with each resounding utterance.

When he pushed it up for the last time, his voice contained no technique, only an outpouring of emotion.

The piano music continued.

Xu Yao did not stop the moment the last chord fell.

Holding the microphone, in the silence after the piano music had completely faded, he sang a line in Chinese.

In the end, I still lost you.

The sound was soft, like a sigh.

The regret is beyond words.

But in this empty recording studio, every word was clearly heard by everyone.

A tear slid down Xu Yao's left eye, ran down his cheek, and stopped at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't wipe it.

Moreover, Xu Yao's final positioning was very clever, allowing the camera to capture that single tear with great precision.

Xu Yao knew that his adaptation had ruined the original flavor of the song, and wondered how the audience would actually react.

To be absolutely sure, he added a Chinese sentence to end the sentence and a tear that broke out in emotion.

The recording studio was completely silent.

Until the echoing sound of the piano completely disappeared.

Applause erupted.

One, two, ten, countless...

An explosive round of applause, growing louder and louder, surged up like a tide, layer upon layer.

Yang Kun sat in the mentor's seat and did not applaud.

He looked at Xu Yao on the stage, his lips moved, then closed again.

His eyes reddened.

He took off his headphones and placed them on the table, rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, and then took a deep breath.

"Xu Yao," Yang Kun said, his voice hoarse, "you...you almost made me cry."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly: "I've been making music for so many years and listened to so many singers, but you're the first one who has left me... speechless."

Yang Kun paused, as if to make sure he could still control his emotions: "I used to sing in bars in Beijing for eight years. Nobody knew me, nobody knew me, nobody thought I could sing like that. Later, I wrote a song called 'It Doesn't Matter.' After I finished writing it, I took the song to record companies and was rejected countless times. They said, 'This song won't work, you won't work, your voice is too strange.'"

He looked at Xu Yao, his voice finally becoming more steady: "You remind me of those years. What I sang on stage wasn't just a song, but my attitude towards fighting against fate."

Xiao Jingteng sat beside him, his expression unusually serious. He remained silent for a long time before speaking: "Xu Yao, I objected to you adding that angry tone during rehearsals. I said it was unstable and prone to mistakes. But today..."

"I don't know how you developed that angry voice today, it was absolutely perfect."

Na Ying picked up the conversation, a smile of admiration on her face: "I'm rarely moved by singing on stage, but today you almost made me break down. That angry note, that ending, that line... when your tears fell, I was completely numb. Xu Yao, you won, no matter the outcome, you won."

"That girl will definitely regret losing you."

Wang Feng nodded: "Your mid-to-low range is top-notch, I've always known that. But what surprised me today was the power you showed in the chorus, something I've never seen before. You've found a new version of yourself, that's amazing."

Xu Yao secretly admired Wang Feng, thinking, "Teacher Wang Feng is indeed an expert, awesome!"

Qi Qin spoke last, his voice gentle: "When you sang that last line in Chinese, I was thinking, the original singer of this song, John Legend, sang 'I finally have you.' You sang 'In the end, I still lost you.' This amazing reversal is incredible. You turned a love song into a farewell song. This is your version, one of a kind."

All eyes were on Yang Kun.

Yang Kun remained silent for a long time.

He looked down at the paper in front of him, then looked up at Xu Yao on the stage.

A 250-pound fat man standing under the spotlight is indeed very eye-catching.

"I know you're all waiting for me to tell you the result," Yang Kun finally spoke, his voice hoarse, "but I really don't want to say."

He remained silent for a few more seconds.

Then he looked up.

"Those who advanced are..."

Everyone in the waiting area held their breath.

"Xu Yao".

Xu Yao stood there, his ears ringing.

He heard applause, cheers, and people calling his name from the mentors' seats.

He won.

Unlike her cousin Yao Beina, she did not lose the game.

After listening to his performance, everyone in the audience genuinely felt that Xu Yao deserved to win.

Yang Kun stood up, walked onto the stage, and stood in front of Xu Yao.

"Xu Yao," he said, "you're amazing, you did it."

Xu Yao looked at him; Yang Kun's eyes were still red.

"Teacher Yang Kun," Xu Yao said, "thank you. Without your support, I wouldn't have been able to sing this version."

Yang Kun shook his head: "No need to thank me. You earned this all by yourself, and I'm proud of you."

He reached out and shook hands with Xu Yao.

"I don't know what made this fat man cry."

After Yang Kun finished speaking, he turned around, raised Xu Yao's hand, and shouted to the audience, "This is the real 'The Voice of China'! Everyone should remember this tear and this name—Xu Yao!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers.

Xu Yao stood in the center of the stage, the spotlight shining on him.

He looked at the dark mass of audience members below the stage, at the glow sticks flashing in the darkness, and at the judges standing up to applaud him.