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

After the statistics were completed, the staff handed over the results.

Hua Shao announced the vote rankings for the two middle positions: "Xu Yao is ranked second in this round, and Zhang Bichen is ranked third. The two will advance to the second round to compete for the last spot in the final showdown."

The comments section instantly shifted to a different tone: 【Xu Yao is second! He won against Zhang Bichen by a narrow margin!】

[Wait, Zhang Bichen was in first place after the mentors' group performance, but Xu Yao overtook him after the solo performance.]

[The Blank Space] defeated Zhang Bichen's precision instruments.

[Xu Yao defeated Zhang Bichen's technical skills with a song that had no special techniques whatsoever.]

This is the power of stories, the power of emotions.

Others remained calm: "The gap is very small; Zhang Bichen could overtake us at any time."

The second round is where the real battle begins.

[Can Xu Yao keep up with the stamina to sing four songs in a row?]

[I think it's dangerous; he's so out of breath he can't stand and keeps drinking water.]

Hua Shao spoke up: "Who exactly can rival Zhou Shen in a peak duel? Is it Xu Yao? Or Zhang Bichen?"

In the second round, Xu Yao will face off against Zhang Bichen for a spot in the final showdown.

Just then, He Xuanlin ran out of the dressing room of the "My Sunshine" crew in high heels, holding a mobile phone in her hand. The screen showed the live broadcast of "The Voice of China" at the Capital Indoor Stadium.

He Xuanlin was Wu Qian's classmate and roommate in college; the two were best friends.

Wu Qian, a campus belle from the Art Department of Wuhan University, and Xu Yao, a singer-songwriter from Wuhan Conservatory of Music, secretly fell in love despite being from different universities. Only He Xuanlin knew all the details.

"Qianqian! Come quick! Xu Yao has advanced to the finals! It's being broadcast live!"

Wu Qian was removing her makeup and didn't even look up: "What's so interesting about it? Can he really win the championship? He's just a supporting player."

"That's not necessarily true." He Xuanlin leaned against the door frame, staring at her phone screen. "I see he's really popular right now, lots of people are supporting him online. He might actually win the championship, so... maybe you two should get back together."

"Keep your voice down..."

Wu Qian was startled. Seeing that no one was around, she breathed a sigh of relief. She grabbed a makeup remover pad and wiped away the remaining makeup from the corner of her eyes: "Are you kidding me? What kind of joke is this? Getting back together? You don't want the company contract anymore? What will Sister Binxing think of me?"

"That's true." He Xuanlin tilted her head and thought for a moment. "But why do I feel like Xu Yao has become more handsome? Although he's still quite chubby, his face is even more handsome than it was in college. If he loses weight, it would be a waste for him to be a singer with such good looks."

Wu Qian came out after removing her makeup, her face bare, her hair casually tied back. She glanced at the phone screen that He Xuanlin handed her.

On the screen, Xu Yao stands in the center of the stage, wearing a dark shirt, with sweat on his forehead, singing "Blank Space".

Suddenly, Wu Qian thought of Xu Yao, who was so arrogant and ignorant, claiming that he would not cover any singers' songs and would only sing his own original songs.

He would get angry if I said a few words to him when we were in school.

The results of it?

Now you realize how ridiculous and ignorant you were when you were so stubborn, right?

He Xuanlin discreetly observed her expression, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up: "Are you regretting it?"

Wu Qian leaned against the dressing table, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression indifferent: "After we broke up, we both got better and better, everyone was happy, so what's there to regret?"

"Really?" He Xuanlin took her phone back and scrolled through the screen. "I checked, every song Xu Yao sang on stage was a love song. That means there are two possibilities. First, he still can't let you go. Second, he's completely moved on. Which do you think it is?"

"None of them are relevant to me anymore."

Wu Qian began packing her things.

"Besides, even if he becomes the champion, so what? Liang Bo from the first season, Li Qi from the second season, where are they? Everyone knows that Canxing Entertainment only squeezes the trainees dry after the show ends. How many of them actually receive real resources and training?"

"The gap between Xu Yao and me will only widen."

He Xuanlin thought of how Huace's Binxing had already listed Qianqian as a key new talent to be cultivated, and nodded: "That's true."

"And let me tell you," Wu Qian looked at her, her tone becoming serious, "you absolutely mustn't let slip that we were dating in college. I don't want to be condemned by the entire internet. If anyone finds out, they'll say you snitched, and I'll cut ties with you."

"That depends on your performance." He Xuanlin smiled, her eyes narrowing. "You'll have to bribe me properly."

The backstage lounge of the Capital Indoor Stadium.

The moment the door closed, the noise outside was shut out.

Xu Yao leaned against the door, panting heavily.

Sweat streamed down his forehead, and he raised his sleeve to wipe it, but it just started seeping out again.

His heart was pounding, and after two songs in a row, he had to take a break.

Xu Yao picked up the bottled water on the table and swiped the whole bottle in one go.

Then, he pulled up the hem of his T-shirt and glanced down at it.

He has a big belly, thick layers of fat, and feels loose and flabby to the touch.

After the team championship, Xu Yao's choice to undergo high-intensity fat loss came at the cost of his physical fitness and function hovering at the critical point.

After singing two songs—one for the mentors and one for himself—he felt his legs were going weak.

[Current Idol Value: 1200 points.]

Xu Yao stared at the number on the panel.

1200 points. Not much, but enough to do one thing.

Enough to turn one abdominal muscle into eight.

However, the system recommends choosing body function repair.

how to choose?

Xu Yao recalled an insider post from his memory.

The production team has the ability to influence the final result of the live voting.

In other words, even if you win, if you only have a slight lead, the voting results announced by the program team may not necessarily mean that you have truly won.

Unless one is far ahead, eliminating any room for data intervention.

But it's the finals now.

Of those who have made it this far, who is the weakest?

With four people, each with their own style and audience, it's incredibly difficult to gain a significant lead without any mistakes.

Xu Yao thought of his cousin Yao Beina again.

If I don't win the championship, will my cousin agree to chemotherapy?

The answer is no.

Even if she wins the championship, my cousin might not keep her promise.

Over the years, my cousin has received countless pleas from her parents, uncles and aunts, and other relatives, but she has never hesitated or compromised.

She wanted to shine on stage until the very last moment, leaving herself no way out.

In her own words, "Everyone must die eventually, but one should live like a summer flower."

Xu Yao sighed, wanting to be far ahead and to win Zhang Bichen's vote.

Only by shocking and stunning the entire audience can we achieve this.

What most people don't know is that designing the stage performance effects has always been Xu Yao's biggest weapon.

It's never just about singing skills.

Su Youpeng, one of the brothers in the show "Overcoming Obstacles," is not top-tier in either singing ability or idol appeal. So why did he ultimately steal the spotlight from the other brothers?

This is the power of stage layout and presentation.

Xu Yao looked down at his stomach, gritted his teeth, and pressed down on the panel.

[Body shaping – waist and abdomen sculpting, confirmed.]

A warm current spread from the abdomen, the fat melted away, the muscles tightened, the skin adhered, the system thinned the subcutaneous fat and outlined the muscle lines.

Footsteps could be heard outside the lounge; a staff member was knocking on the door.

"Xu Yao, get ready to go on stage."

"They're here."

Xu Yao stood up, brandished another bottle of water, and prepared to drink.