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

Yu Feng sang first.

As he bowed and nodded, the prelude began.

Bruno Mars' "Treasure" has a strong retro vibe from the 70s and 80s, blending disco, soul, and funk-pop styles. The bass is tight and powerful, and the brass instruments build up layer by layer, making the whole song full of dance dynamism and a retro atmosphere.

"Give you all my love, girl, that is my treasure——"

A clear and bright sound burst forth from the speakers.

Yu Feng moved, raising his hand, turning around, and sliding down the path. His movements were clean and efficient, and his gaze was precise and accurate.

When he got to the chorus, he took the microphone off the microphone stand, walked to the edge of the stage, and sang towards the audience.

His retro funk rhythm means he doesn't need to hit high notes or scream; he just needs to sing in his most comfortable state, and the audience will sway to his rhythm.

When he sang the line "You're my treasure," he made a gesture towards the camera, which elicited screams from the audience.

Chen Yongxin watched the screen in the waiting area, her body swaying unconsciously to the rhythm for a couple of seconds, then she realized what was happening and quickly stopped.

Nayoung couldn't help but shout at Yang Kun, "That's great!"

Yang Kun smiled politely. He was very pleased, after all, Yu Feng was someone he had mentored, and that was something to be proud of.

Looking at the scene, Xu Yao had to admit that this was indeed the song for the championship.

Bruno Mars' original version of "Treasure" took an idol route.

Yu Feng has learned it pretty well, and with that face, the audience will buy it.

But Xu Yao knew he couldn't take this path.

He weighed 100 kilograms, and although he lost 50 kilograms, he was still far from being handsome.

He pictured the stage of BIGBANG's original "Bang Bang Bang" in his mind—G-Dragon, Taeyang, TOP, Daesung, and Seungri.

The five members on stage were not just a group that relied on their looks; they were hailed as having ushered in a new era for idol groups, relying on their musical talent and amazing stage presence.

One music critic said that BIGBANG's stage performance "exuded intense charisma. With restrained military dance moves and overwhelming expressions, their live performance was even more energetic than their music, creating a near-perfect stage."

Some media outlets have described their stage presence as "not primarily about synchronized choreography, but rather the ultimate expression of individual styles, making them more like a hip-hop group than a traditional idol group."

Looking at himself, Xu Yao, weighing 100 kilograms, felt like a wall standing on the stage.

Forcing oneself to imitate BIGBANG's cool and relaxed style is just a poor imitation.

The audience won't think it's cool; they'll just think it's a fat guy twisting and turning awkwardly on stage.

BIGBANG's original version could take the "King Idol" route. G-Dragon could make the whole audience scream with just one look, and turn the stage into his own territory with just one move.

But Xu Yao couldn't do it.

He doesn't have G-Dragon's face, Taeyang's physique, or that innate idol aura.

He had to take another path.

They don't compete on looks, they compete on presence.

It's not about who's more relaxed, it's about who's more explosive.

Turn the stage into a battlefield, and the performance into a declaration of war.

Xu Yao's version must be so explosive that the audience forgets that there is a fat man on stage, so explosive that everyone stands up and shouts along.

Hua Shao began, "Next up is Xu Yao."

Xu Yao took a deep breath. It was his turn.

The spotlight shone on him, landing on his shoulders.

Yang Kun sat in the mentor's seat looking at him, his expression serious and somewhat nervous.

Xu Yao turned around, his back to all the audience.

The entire room fell silent.

Nobody knew what he was going to do.

???

Nayoung frowned and tilted her head to look at Yang Kun.

The music started.

The electronic drumbeats burst from the speakers, and the subwoofer made the stage floor shake.

Xu Yao raised his left hand, pointing his index finger at the ceiling.

"Oh……"

A long howl erupted instantly, bursting forth from his chest.

It wasn't a gentle chant; it was an explosive outburst.

The sound bounced back and forth in the stadium, carrying a primal, wild power.

That "Oh" was like a spark igniting a fuse, causing the entire audience to tense up simultaneously.

Then, Xu Yao suddenly turned around.

The spotlight shone on his face, his black leather motorcycle jacket reflecting the light, and his eyes looked like those of a wild beast that had been locked up for too long and was finally released from its cage.

He spoke into the microphone.

「난깨어나까만밤과함께……」

The moment the first syllable of the Korean rap was uttered, the sound waves in the entire stadium seemed to be pushed to a higher level.

Every syllable of Xu Yao's voice carried a sense of oppression.

He stared at the camera, his eyes sharp as knives.

"다들어와, 담엔누구차례..."

His body moved rhythmically, exuding a wildness and spontaneity from his very bones.

The shrugs of his shoulders, the gliding of his feet, the waving of his arms—every movement exuded the unparalleled arrogance of a king.

Xu Yao quickly walked to the edge of the stage, singing and dancing, showing off his Korean rap to the stage and the camera.

A bead of sweat flicked off his forehead, glistening like a shattered diamond under the spotlight.

"BANG BANG BANG..."

During the chorus, Xu Yao raised his right hand and made a shooting gesture towards the judges' panel.

Arms outstretched, wrists pressed down, the whole body leaned forward with that "bang".

He sang "BANG" with a plosive sound, making the subwoofer in the speakers explode.

Nayoung jumped up from her chair: "Oh my god, is that Xu Yao?!"

But this is only the beginning.

When the second verse began, Xu Yao made some changes.

He abandoned the original BIGBANG melody and changed the entire chorus into a continuous, heavy-sounding, shouting style of singing.

Every "BANG" is like a punch to the heart of the audience.

He wasn't singing; he was disrupting the event with his voice.

Xu Yao turned around again, his back to the audience. He raised his left hand, his index finger pointing to the ceiling.

"Oh……"

This time, he added an angry tone.

The sound, when pushed out of the throat, has a fan-like quality that is both broken and unbroken, like a knife cutting through the air.

Na-young leaned back, and Wang Feng took off his glasses.

"Oh……"

The second tone is higher and more stable than the first.

This time he prolonged the last note, making it last for nearly eight seconds. The sound went from low to high, from high to explosive, crushing everyone's eardrums like a roller coaster.

Xiao Jingteng's mouth was agape, unable to close.

"Oh……"

Third tone.

This time, Xu Yao suddenly raised his voice by an octave, with a ruthless, reckless intensity.

Yang Kun gripped the armrests of the chair tightly.

Xu Yao raised his right hand and placed it on the zipper of his leather jacket.

His black leather jacket slipped off his shoulder, and with a flick of his wrist, it flew off and landed on the edge of the stage.

The entire audience erupted in screams.

Underneath the leather jacket was a tight-fitting suit with realistic muscle lines printed on it—chest muscles, abdominal muscles, biceps, with distinct outlines and smooth lines, reflecting the light under the spotlight.

"Wow, how come Xu Yao's muscles are so muscular?" Even the usually calm Wang Feng couldn't help but exclaim, his eyes widening in surprise.

Yang Kun laughed, leaned back in his chair, and pointed to Xu Yao's bodysuit: "It's clothes."

Na-young then realized what was happening, leaned closer to take a look, and burst out laughing: "The fat guy pretending to show off his muscles, hahaha—that's so clever! Who came up with this idea?!"

But before the laughter had even subsided, Xu Yao started again.

He turned to face the audience, raised his right hand, and pointed it towards the judges' seats, making a shooting gesture.

This time it wasn't just once, it was three times in a row—BANG! BANG! BANG!

Each shot was accompanied by explosive sound effects from the speakers, pushing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

People in the audience started to stand up, not just one person, but a group of people, spreading from the front row to the back like dominoes.

Xu Yao continued singing, showing off his Korean skills to the camera.

He continued to jump, but his movements were no longer just neat and powerful; they carried a kind of madness that bordered on being out of control.

Sweat dripped continuously from his forehead, and the muscles on his bodysuit rippled with his movements, reflecting the light under the lamplight, creating a stunning visual effect.

"Bang."

The music stopped abruptly.

The entire room fell silent for about two seconds.

Everyone seemed stunned and hadn't come to their senses yet.

Then, applause and screams surged up like a tsunami, creating a frenzy that threatened to lift the roof off.

Almost everyone in the audience stood up at the same time. Some screamed, some whistled, and some waved glow sticks wildly. The sea of ​​glow sticks rose and fell in the darkness, like waves whipped up by a hurricane.

Nayoung stood up and clapped, shaking her head as she did so, but her words were drowned out by the noise from the crowd.

Wang Feng also stood up, clapping his hands, his expression conveying a sense of "I'm convinced."

Qi Qin stood up, clapped with a smile, and gave Xu Yao a thumbs up.

Yang Kun was the last to stand up.

He looked at Xu Yao on the stage, the fat man who had lost weight from 125 kilograms to 100 kilograms, wearing a tight-fitting bodysuit with defined muscles, standing under the spotlight.

When he was still, he looked somewhat cute and comical; he was covered in sweat, panting heavily, and his chest was heaving violently.

Everyone knows—this person blew up the stage.

"Who would have thought that this is a song and dance track that a fat person could complete?" Yang Kun clapped his hands vigorously, his face full of surprise and pride.

Backstage, the program's director, Mr. Liu, glared at his subordinate, his face ashen.

"This is the ridiculous fat guy you reported on? This is the big fat guy you said couldn't jump at all?"

"Mr. Liu, I saw it clearly that day..." a young staff member from the production crew tried to explain, his voice trailing off. "Xu Yao spun around twice and then fell down. What happened? What exactly happened?"

"Get out of here, you're fired."

Mr. Liu turned his attention back to the screen.