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

After choosing the song, Xu Yao locked himself in the rehearsal hall, working tirelessly day and night.

When the crew members passed by the rehearsal hall, they would always see that big, tall figure in front of the mirror, repeating the same action over and over again—raising his hand, turning around, sliding, and raising his hand again.

The staff who visited the set almost burst out laughing at Xu Yao's clumsy antics. He shook his head and left, his mockery becoming even more pronounced.

Xu Yao can't sing or dance.

This is not modesty, it's the truth.

The grayed-out dance skill icon on the system panel always gives the same prompt when clicked.

[Insufficient remaining idol points].

I've already spent almost all of my 5100 idol points on body optimization and physical function reshaping. The little bit left isn't even enough to buy a basic dance pack.

However, the problem is not big.

The fact that Xu Yao wouldn't do it in this life doesn't mean that Xu Yao wouldn't have done it before he transmigrated.

In his past life, Xu Yao had spent so many years struggling in the short video era that he had the principles of K-Pop dance moves, power generation methods, and rhythm timing all in his mind.

His mind was full of knowledge; he just needed to get used to this large body.

Xu Yao now weighs 105 kilograms, which is 20 kilograms lighter than when he first arrived.

Every movement he makes is half a beat slower than a normal person's.

When you swing your arm out, you must pull it back forcefully; when your foot slides out, you must pull it back with even more force.

To exaggerate a bit, he looked like an elephant wearing dancing shoes, with every movement carrying a kind of sluggish clumsiness.

Fortunately, I can get active again after losing weight.

Xu Yao stood in front of the mirror, meticulously refining his movements over and over again.

First, the eight beats of the chorus.

"BANG BANG BANG..."

The first two beats involve swinging the right hand out in front of the chest, the third and fourth beats involve switching to the left hand, the fifth and sixth beats involve crossing both hands and pulling them down, and the last two beats are a short rhythmic ending.

Sweating profusely, lying down when tired, and drinking water when thirsty.

I finished two bottles of water in one day.

Yang Kun arrived on the afternoon of the third day.

When the door to the rehearsal room was pushed open, Xu Yao was practicing the last two beats of the chorus in front of the mirror.

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Sweat soaked through my T-shirt, clinging to my body, making me look like I'd been pulled out of the water.

Xu Yao paused for a moment when he saw Yang Kun's reflection in the mirror, but did not stop.

Yang Kun didn't speak. He leaned against the door frame, crossed his arms, and watched quietly for a while.

Xu Yao continued practicing.

Raise your hand, turn around, and slide. Raise your hand, turn around, and slide.

He repeated this countless times. Once, his body felt weak and he slipped, his knee hitting the floor with a dull thud. He got up, dusted himself off, and continued.

Yang Kun stood at the door, his expression changing repeatedly.

His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but each time he swallowed the words back.

Finally, he sighed, shook his head, and muttered to himself, "This kid has had it so tough. Damn..."

On the fourth day, Chen Yongxin and Xu Jianqiu arrived.

They weren't there to see Xu Yao—their own rehearsals were in the same building, and they were just passing by.

Chen Yongxin was holding a thermos, and Xu Jianqiu was carrying a backpack. When they reached the entrance of the rehearsal hall, they both stopped in their tracks.

In the rehearsal hall, Xu Yao was practicing a turn in the chorus.

Stand with your feet shoulder-width apart, turn your body slightly to the left, place your left hand near your pocket, raise your right arm and make a fist. Pull your right arm back and then swing it forward. The movement should be a smooth, swaying motion, not like punching or throwing quickly. At the same time, coordinate the shifting of your weight between your feet to create a sense of power and bounce.

Chen Yongxin covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, wanting to laugh but too embarrassed to do so. In the end, she forced out a distorted expression, her features scrunched up.

Xu Jianqiu did not laugh.

He stood at the doorway, watching Xu Yao repeat the same action, once, twice, three times...

Each time was a little better than the last, from stiff to natural, from awkward to fluent, the progress was simply amazing.

"Yao-ge is really pushing himself too hard. First he was desperately trying to lose weight, and now he's practicing dancing like crazy."

Chen Yongxin said softly, her tone carrying a complex mix of emotions: surprise, worry, and, above all, an indescribable admiration.

Xu Jian's expression changed, from "I'm just here to watch the fun" to "I'm really impressed."

Xu Yao saw them in the mirror, stopped, and asked, panting, "Tell me, aren't they handsome?"

"Handsome, Yao-ge is getting more and more handsome." Chen Yongxin praised with a smile.

"I think so too. Life is about taking risks, let's all keep going!"

Xu Yao was in high spirits, making the most of every second. After speaking, he turned around and continued practicing.

"Yao-ge's perseverance is unmatched."

"Anyway, I'm the one he can't stick with."

Chen Yongxin and Xu Jianqiu didn't leave. They sat down on folding chairs in the corner of the rehearsal hall and watched quietly.

This can be seen as their affirmation and support for Xu Yao.

Day .

Xu Jianqiu suddenly appeared.

"Brother Yao, I think your movements for this song are fine, and you'll definitely get better with practice. But there's something you might not have noticed."

Xu Yao stopped and turned around to look at him.

"What is it?"

"Clothing," Xu Jianqiu said. "This song is in the idol genre. Look at the original BIGBANG stage performance; their clothing, styling, and accessories are all integrated with the song itself. If you only practice the moves, the effect will be halved."

Xu Yao had also considered this issue.

"Look at those K-pop groups," Xu Jianqiu continued, gesturing with his fingers in the air, "Their outfits are all designed. The tops are cut to make it easy to raise your arms, the pants are cut to allow for easy leg movements, and the shoes are lightweight and non-slip. Sometimes they also add accessories, such as chains, rings, hats, etc. It's not for the sake of looking good, but to give the audience something to look at."

"Anything else?"

Xu Yao looked at Xu Jianqiu and suddenly realized that although this person was usually carefree and jovial, he was actually quite good in crucial moments.

Seeing that Xu Yao was interested, Xu Jianqiu got even more excited: "When you raise your hand, if there's a decorative line on your sleeve, the audience's eyes will follow your hand. If not, the audience might not even notice that you raised your hand."

Xu Yao had already considered these clothing issues.

However, Xu Jianqiu's words today gave Xu Yao a brilliant idea, which should have a good effect on the stage.

"Wow, Jianqiu, that's amazing." Xu Yao looked up, somewhat grateful. "Your idea is brilliant."

Xu Jianqiu, feeling embarrassed by the praise, scratched his head and said, "I was just saying it offhand..."

"Aren't you afraid I'll use it on you and kill you?" Xu Yao looked at him seriously.

Xu Jianqiu paused for a moment, then smiled. There wasn't a trace of forced smile; it was a smile of serene understanding.

"Haha, I'm already satisfied with making it to the top four. I know my own limitations. Yao, you're different. You're the one who's going to go all the way."

Xu Yao looked at Xu Jianqiu, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

Thanks.

"You're always helping everyone and teaching us to sing, we really appreciate it." Xu Jianqiu laughed heartily. "You keep practicing, I'm going back now. By the way, talk to the show's stylist about the costumes, they should have the resources."

He walked to the door, stopped, and turned around.

"Brother Yao."

"Um."

"Make it to the finals."

"Absolutely, otherwise what's the point of me working so hard? The champion of the best voice can only be me, Xu Yao."

"Damn, I love your calm and arrogant attitude."

Xu Jianqiu gave a thumbs up with immense admiration.