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

"Xu Yao has won the applause and cheers of the entire audience."

Hua Shao glanced at the script, looked up, and his voice echoed in the stadium: "Xu Yao, Zhou Shen, please return to the stage."

Xu Yao walked out from one side of the stage, and Zhou Shen walked out from the other side.

The two walked to the center of the stage at the same time and stood under the spotlight.

One on the left, one on the right; one in a dark shirt, the other in a white shirt.

Hua Shao stood between the two men, holding a script in his hand, and raised his voice by half an octave.

"Now, the two of you are numbered 881 Xu Yao and 883 Zhou Shen. They are about to face their final test."

He paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Zhou Shen.

"Before we go, Zhou Shen, is there anything else you'd like to say to the audience? Please share it with them."

Zhou Shen picked up the microphone, gripped it tightly, his fingers turning slightly white. He looked at the sea of ​​glow sticks below the stage and took a deep breath.

"Thank you everyone. It's all thanks to your support and your encouragement that I've been able to sing these songs on this stage. From the blind auditions until now, I've seen every song, every vote, and every comment. Thank you, thank you all."

After he finished speaking, he bowed.

Some people in the audience shouted "Zhou Shen" and others shouted "Go for it!" while glow sticks were waved wildly in the dark.

The screen was flooded with comments.

"Zhou Shen is so sentimental; I saw tears welling up in his eyes."

Zhou Shen: Thank you. Me: You're welcome, you deserve it.

"Zhou Shen's speech was so sincere, without any emotional appeal, just pure gratitude. So genuine."

Hua Shao nodded and turned to the audience.

"Thank you, Zhou Shen. Please vote for him; his number is 883."

The numbers on the big screen moved slightly, and someone in the audience raised a light board that read "883".

Hua Shao turned to Xu Yao.

"Xu Yao, please share with everyone."

Xu Yao picked up the microphone and looked at the audience. The glow sticks lit up like a sea in the darkness, some people held up signs that read "Xu Yao" and others held up signs that read "881".

He paused for a second, then smiled.

"I'm especially happy today. I heard that everyone spent money to vote for us, so this must be true love."

The whole audience laughed. Na Ying slapped the table in the judges' section and laughed so hard she almost fell over.

"This summer has been a truly magical trip," Xu Yao said, his voice softening slightly. "You are all my dream weavers, thank you to all my generous sponsors."

He bowed.

"Is this Fatty Xu really that eloquent? He's humorous and sincere, I love him!"

"Is this good eloquence? This is shameless, scheming fat man. He's willing to do anything to win, but I like it."

"When Xu Yao talked about the dream weaver, tears welled up in my eyes."

"From 'Music and Beer' to 'You Are My Dream Weavers,' every word Xu Yao has uttered has been incredibly impactful."

"Xu Yao: Just because I'm fat doesn't mean I'm brainless. His remarks are so insightful, no wonder he made it to the finals."

Hua Shao and the others' laughter and applause subsided slightly before they continued speaking.

"Thank you, Xu Yao. Please vote for him; his number is 881."

The numbers on the big screen moved again.

In the audience, someone held up a light board that read "881," and voices gathered from all corners, some shouting "Xu Yao" and others shouting "Zhou Shen."

Hua Shao turned to look at the instructors' table.

"Now, let's hear from the mentors of these two students about their feelings."

He first looked at Yang Kun.

"Teacher Yang Kun."

Yang Kun picked up the microphone, not standing up, but sitting very upright. He glanced at Xu Yao on the stage, paused for two seconds, and then spoke.

"Xu Yao has always moved me a lot." Yang Kun's voice was a little hoarse. "Every song he sings carries his personal understanding and his extremely high level of musical literacy. I need to thank him because it has been very, very difficult for him to get to this point."

He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice.

"He not only had to practice singing, but also had to desperately lose weight. You might not know, but after everyone else had rested after training every day, he would still go to the gym. Even with swollen knees, he would still go. I told him to take a break, and he would say, 'Brother Kun, I'm fine, I can handle it.'"

Yang Kun took a deep breath.

"Every contestant who has come this far has had a tough time. All I want to say is—Xu Yao, you are the most handsome."

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands vigorously twice.

Hua Shao nodded.

"Thank you, Professor Yang Kun."

He turned to Qi Qin.

"Teacher Qi Qin."

Qi Qin picked up the microphone and leaned back in his chair. He glanced at Zhou Shen on the stage, then at Xu Yao, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"One is Xu Yao, an inspirational figure who successfully changed himself, and the other is Zhou Shen, a gifted singer. Actually, what I least want to see is Zhou Shen meeting Xu Yao. Everyone knows that the two of them have a very good relationship."

A comment floated across the screen.

"The bromance is also very good."

Qi Qin didn't see the comments and continued speaking.

"I truly felt it—Xu Yao stunned the entire audience, and Zhou Shen amazed them all. I think music is just that wonderful; beautiful music is incomparable. Some people like rock, some like ballads, some like explosive music, and some like ethereal music. They're all good."

He paused for a moment, then his tone became more relaxed.

"So, this result doesn't matter. No matter who wins, they are all the pride of The Voice."

The screen was flooded with comments.

When Qi Qin said "It doesn't matter anymore," Yang Kun nodded beside him. All four mentors had let go of their competitive spirit tonight.

"Qi Qin has broadened his horizons. There's no comparison when it comes to beautiful music; that's a really good point."

Qi Qin: Xu Yao stunned the audience, Zhou Shen amazed the audience. Me: You are both champions.

Hua Shao nodded and turned to the audience.

"Thank you, Teacher Qi Qin."

He took a deep breath and raised his voice by half an octave.

"Now, let's begin to celebrate the glory. Ladies and gentlemen, the voting channel is about to close, so please hurry up and complete your final vote."

The numbers on the big screen started to jump.

Xu Yao's votes are rising, and Zhou Shen's votes are also rising.

It's not the kind of surge that leaves everyone else in the dust, but rather the kind of surge where everyone is chasing each other and rising in turn.

Xu Yao leads 57 to 43.

Then, with the score at 58-42, Zhou Shen narrowed the gap to 55-45.

Then it became 52 to 48, and Xu Yao pulled ahead again.

Each time the numbers jumped, a scream erupted from the audience.

"Holy crap, the votes are so close! It wouldn't be surprising if either of them won."

「许曜57比43领先，舟深追到55比45，又变成52比48。这是在打桌球吗？」

"My heart is pounding with the vote count. Is the production team doing this on purpose? This is so suspenseful."

"Xu Yao's voter base is young people, and Zhou Shen's voter base is also young people. The two have too much overlap in their fan base, so voting is like fighting against themselves."

"No matter who wins, the other side's fans will not accept it."

"If you're not convinced, then so be it. The finals are a battle of gods."

The numbers on the big screen froze.

Hua Shao looked at the script but did not announce the results immediately.

He waited one second, two seconds, three seconds.

The entire room fell silent.

Nineteen thousand people held their breath at the same time.

Hua Shao raised his head and glanced at the audience.

"The voting channel is now closed."