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

Keep running...

The moment the word "run" left his mouth, Xu Yao lunged forward, grabbed the hem of his bodysuit with his left hand, and tore it open with force.

It's not taking it off, it's tearing it apart.

The sound of tearing fabric could be heard softly in front of the microphone.

His clothes ripped in two from the chest, and he ripped them off and flung them into the air.

Black shreds of cloth fluttered in the spotlight.

Fluttering, as well as cotton-like objects stuffed inside the clothes.

The entire audience of 18,000 people screamed simultaneously.

Xu Yao stood shirtless under the spotlight on the stage.

The six abdominal muscles are neatly arranged, not the exaggerated bulges of bodybuilders, but thin muscles.

The definition achieved through long-term aerobic and strength training allows you to see the muscle texture.

The perfect lines of her upper body were on full display.

His chest muscles are full but not exaggerated, his collarbones are sunken, his shoulders are broad, his waist is narrow, and his V-line extends from the sides of his abdominal muscles into his waistband.

Sweat glistened under the lights, and every muscle heaved violently, like a sculpture drenched in rain.

Xu Yao's hair was soaked and stuck to his forehead, with a few stray hairs hanging between his eyebrows.

After losing weight, the contours of her facial features were fully revealed, still retaining her previous features: high brow bones, a straight nose, and a sharp jawline.

The comments section completely went out of control at that moment.

"Everyone stand up!!!"

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, this isn't a muscle suit!!! These are real muscles!!! Look at his abs!!! They're not printed on!!!"

"A few months? How many months did it take you to lose weight from 125 kg to this size? Xu Yao, are you even human?"

"I was wrong. I was just laughing at him for wearing a muscle suit, but it turns out he really does have muscles. The Joker is me."

"He wasn't taking off his clothes; he was shedding the label of 'fat man.' With that tear, he was tearing away everyone's prejudice against him."

"Are there any fitness bloggers who can analyze how long it would take to go from 125 kg to this body fat percentage? I bet it would take at least a year."

Xu Yao: I don't need a year, I just need a final.

"I hereby declare that Xu Yao is no longer a fat man, but a male god, starting today."

"His body fat percentage looks to be below 12%, and the veins in his abs are faintly visible. How did he do that???"

"He didn't lose weight, he got a new body."

"Wait, that muscle suit... He wasn't wearing it to be funny, he was just trying to hide his real physique??? Everyone's been fooled!!!"

Xu Yao: I'll wear this muscle suit first to make you laugh, then I'll tear it off and slap you in the face.

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling while looking at my phone."

"This is the power of my cunning fat man! How about my prediction? Isn't it amazing?"

Nayoung, sitting in the mentor's seat, leaned back and covered her face with her hands the moment she saw Xu Yao tear open his clothes.

But the eyes peeking out from between his fingers were wide open.

"Oh my god..." she exclaimed, then smiled shyly, her face turning red. She tilted her head, not daring to look, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers.

"Damn it..."

Even Yang Kun was taken aback.

Na-young lowered her hand, turned to look at Yang Kun, her voice trembling: "This child... just how much has this child been hiding?"

Another round of comments flooded the screen.

"Nayoung covered her face! Nayoung covered her face! Hahahaha, Nayoung is too embarrassed to look!"

Yang Kun: I don't even recognize this kid anymore.

Qi Qin also clapped, and all four of them stood up.

"Xu Yao single-handedly made all four mentors stand up. This level of respect is unparalleled in the finals."

Meanwhile, in the dressing room of the "My Sunshine" drama crew.

He Xuanlin almost jumped up from the sofa, nearly throwing her phone away.

"Holy crap!!! Is this...is this still Xu Yao?"

She pointed at the screen, her voice cracking.

"He's successfully lost weight and is more than ten times more handsome than he was in his freshman year! Qianqian, are you sure you don't want to get back together? If he wins the championship, there will be a line of people chasing after him."

"Stop arguing, just enjoy the show, it's so noisy."

Wu Qian's voice sounded a little strained, but she didn't even realize it herself.

She stared at the shirtless man standing under the spotlight on the screen.

Sweat slid down his chest, trickling down the grooves of his abdominal muscles, glistening in the light.

He looked really handsome holding the microphone, his chest heaving and his eyes shining.

No, it's not just "handsome," it's a complete transformation.

Wu Qian recalled that during her freshman year, Xu Yao won his first award in the campus singing competition. He was wearing a white shirt, was thin, and had a beautiful smile.

After graduating, he stayed in his rented room writing songs, neglecting his appearance and gaining a lot of weight.

She later broke up with him, and as a result, Xu Yao got fatter and fatter.

She thought Xu Yao would give up on her, but he ended up standing on the final stage of The Voice of China.

Wu Qian's heart suddenly clenched.

What was this guy doing all this time?

He stays at home creating art, looking unkempt, never shaving or cutting his hair, and walking around the house all day in slippers.

Now you know how to work hard?

Now you know about losing weight?

Now you know how to shine on stage?

If you had tried this hard earlier, would I have broken up with you?

If you had worked this hard earlier, would I have taken the contract so seriously?

Wu Qian grew angrier the more she thought about it, and slammed her water glass down on the table with a thud.

He Xuanlin was startled and turned to look at Wu Qian, who was staring blankly at the screen, but her ears were red.

On stage, Xu Yao's performance continued.

"With the pride of a child..."

He sang the word "pride" softly, but with unwavering determination.

The sound transitioned from a strong reverberation to a balanced reverberation, with a sharp drop in volume, but its penetrating power remained undiminished.

The strings subsided somewhat at this point, and the piano reappeared, like someone who had roared and then suddenly quieted down, beginning to confirm that they had succeeded.

"How can you see the brilliance of life without persevering to the end...?"

He didn't pause during this line and sang it all in one breath.

"Rather than lingering on in misery, let's burn brightly..."

For the last word "burn," he didn't use an angry tone or a sense of tearing, but rather a style that was almost a cappella.

The voice is clean and clear, like a person running in the open field at dawn, with no opponent, no audience, only themselves.

"Never compromise until you get old."

The strings slowly came to a close, the piano finished playing its last chord, and the drumbeats stopped.

The entire room fell silent for about three seconds.

Then, 18,000 people stood up at the same time.

Instead of slowly standing up, it was a loud "boom," like a tsunami, that caused everyone to stand up simultaneously, from the first row to the last, from the left to the right.

The applause wasn't the kind that goes "clap clap clap," it came over with a "boom."

Screams, whistles, and the waving of glow sticks all blended together, making the roof of the Capital Indoor Stadium vibrate.

The comments section was still flooded with messages.

"Xu Yao! Xu Yao! Xu Yao! You're awesome!"

"Others sing with their lives on it, Xu Yao sings with his life on it."

"From being ignored in the blind auditions to exploding on stage naked in the finals, Xu Yao deserves all the applause for his journey."

"Program team: How much did we spend on the sound system for the finale? How much did we spend on streaming? Xu Yao: No need, I brought my own voice, my own physique, and my own story."

"When Zhang Bichen sang 'A Dream,' I thought the night was over, but Xu Yao's opening remarks redefined what 'ending' meant."

Hua Shao walked out from the side stage, script in hand, and went to the center of the stage.

"Thank you, Xu Yao!" His voice was mostly drowned out by the applause, forcing him to raise his voice, "I must say, it was absolutely stunning!"

He turned to face the audience and waited for the applause to subside slightly before continuing to speak.

"Now, let's invite Zhang Bichen back to the stage."

Zhang Bichen walked out from the other side, wearing a white dress and with her hair loose over her shoulders.

She walked over to Xu Yao, and the two stood side by side.

One black, one white; one strong, one gentle.

Hua Shao stood between the two men, holding a script in his hand, his voice echoing through the gymnasium.

"Both performers have finished their second round of competition. Who do you support more? Who will have the chance to compete against Zhou Shen for the overall championship?"

He paused for a moment and glanced around the room.

"Please, all audience members, vote for Xu Yao (representing 881) and Zhang Bichen (representing 882). After GG, the suspense will be revealed."

The numbers on the big screen were still zero to zero.

In the audience, glow sticks began to flash, and some people held up signs that read "881" while others held up signs that read "882".

The sounds converged from all corners.

Xu Yao stood on the stage, looking at the sea of ​​glow sticks below the stage.

Sweat was still dripping down his face, but he didn't wipe it away.

Zhang Bichen stood beside him, his expression calm.

Neither of them looked at the other.

But everyone knows that the next few minutes will determine who is qualified to stand opposite Zhou Shen and compete for the annual championship.

GG has begun.

The lights in the stadium dimmed a bit, and staff moved quickly along the edge of the stage, adjusting the equipment.

The noise from the audience didn't stop; some were calling Xu Yao's name, and others were calling Zhang Bichen's name.

Xu Yao, panting heavily, quietly awaited the result.

They really did their best.