The Road to Superstardom: Starting as a Singer

Backstage.

In a relatively quiet area, a senior vice president from Nike China came to have a final chat with Huang Weijie before he went on stage.

The executive, surnamed Li, was around fifty years old and had a sharp, capable demeanor. He shook Huang Weijie's hand vigorously and said, "Jace, welcome, welcome! At least half the people outside today are here for you. Our marketing colleagues said that having you in the initial promotions has far exceeded our expectations."

Huang Weijie smiled and bowed slightly: "Mr. Li, you flatter me. It is my honor to participate in Olympic-related activities. I also hope everything goes well today."

The event proceeded according to schedule, including appearances by sports stars, new product showcases, and the screening of an Olympic-themed short film…

But a sense of anxious anticipation lingered in the audience, especially in the area where the "Jace" light boards gradually formed a sea of ​​stars.

Until the host deliberately drew out his words in a suspenseful tone: "Now, let's welcome—the international music superstar, the one who ignites the world with his music—Jace Huang—!!!"

With a "snap," the spotlight pierced the relatively dim light inside the venue like a silver sword, precisely illuminating the entrance.

The moment that fiery red figure appeared, a massive sound wave, as if it were a physical entity, crashed down from all directions!

It wasn't a unified cheer, but a sonic boom composed of countless sharp, high-pitched, almost shattering screams:

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!"

"Jace!! Ah—!!!!!"

"Look here! Look at me! Jace!"

"Baby! Huang Weijie! I love you!!"

Many girls jumped up from their seats, waving their arms and light sticks wildly, their faces flushed red with excitement and the lights.

Their eyes were glued to the figure on the stage.

He's so dazzling!

The fitted sportswear perfectly outlined the boy's tall and slender figure, and the fiery red color made his skin look like jade. Under the strong light, Huang Weijie's clear facial features and his unique handsomeness, which was a blend of youth and starlight, were magnified to the extreme.

Although South Korea's exquisite flower boy makeup and hairstyles are fashionable and avant-garde, they still pale in comparison to Huang Weijie.

He doesn't look bulky, but he exudes a vibrant sense of power.

His natural Chinese good looks are fully displayed, and his face is highly recognizable at first glance.

Huang Weijie smiled and waved, his charm—a blend of boyishness and masculinity—perfectly capturing the hearts of countless young people in the audience.

"OMG, he's a million times more handsome than he looks in the music video!"

"I'm going to faint! He's looking at me! Can you see that? He's smiling at me!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!!!"

"Phone your phone! Take a picture quickly! Don't shake!"

The sound waves rose higher and higher, almost drowning out the live sound system.

Huang Weijie walked to the center of the stage and stood still.

The spotlight completely enveloped him, making his fiery red tracksuit seem to burn on its own.

The pent-up roar from the audience, like a torrent finding its outlet, swept through the entire stadium.

Screams, shouts, and the frantic shaking of light boards blended into a deafening background noise.

But he didn't speak immediately. Instead, he smiled and stood quietly for a few seconds, his gaze slowly sweeping over the cheering audience and the sea of ​​stars that had lit up for him.

At this moment, Huang Weijie finally understood why so many people in later generations would desperately try to enter this industry.

Besides the fact that money is easy to make, the feeling of being the center of attention and admired by everyone is simply indescribably exhilarating!

His brief pause did not quiet the room; instead, it heightened the anticipation to its peak.

After waiting a moment, Huang Weijie calmly picked up the wireless microphone: "Good evening everyone~ I'm Jace, Huang Weijie!"

"ah--!!!"

"Aaaaaaah!!!!!"

His response was an even louder scream.

Many fans waved their arms and jumped around frantically, trying to get him to see them.

Huang Weijie's gaze swept across the room, only noticing the security guard's clenched teeth and bulging veins on his arm.

It's clear that this job at night is really strenuous.

After basking in the adoring gazes of his many fans, Huang Weijie quickly raised his hand and made a "shut up" gesture. He couldn't afford to make a mistake at this moment, or it would be all over.

But the effect was minimal, and the screams continued.

Just as the host was sweating profusely, Huang Weijie laughed and raised his voice: "Thank you! Thank you for such a warm welcome! I heard everything, I heard it as soon as I came out, super loud! Can everyone please sit down? I see all the security guards are working very hard. To be honest, my heart is probably beating faster backstage than when I was preparing!"

These words drew excited laughter and louder shouts from the audience, and most of the fans obediently sat back down.

Seeing everyone's cooperation, Huang Weijie took the opportunity to interact with the audience: "Let me see, where did you all get to know me? Have you heard of 'Baby'?"

He pretended to raise his hand to his forehead to look, which drew screams from the audience.

"So... have you made any new friends because of the news these past few days?"

"have!"

"here!"

Another equally loud scream rang out, mixed with unidentified shouts.

Huang Weijie nodded with satisfaction, a bright smile on his face: "Well then, whether you're new friends or old friends, I'm very happy to be here with you all today, cheering for the Olympics and for the spirit of sports!"

With just a few words, he successfully shifted the focus, and this friendly and natural interaction instantly brought him closer to the audience.

Below the stage, his fans were completely engrossed in the frenzy:

"Did you see that? He's talking to me! He was waving at me! He must have seen me!! Ah!!!" A girl grabbed her companion's arm tightly.

"His voice! His voice is so beautiful! Why is his real voice even more magnetic than his music? Ah, I won't be able to sleep tonight!!"

"He's so good! How can he be so good!"

"Mom, I have no regrets in this life..."

Meanwhile, in the front row of the guest area.

Mr. Li, Vice President of Nike China, tilted his head slightly and whispered to his colleague beside him, his voice full of satisfaction: "Putting everything else aside, the influence alone is truly remarkable!"

Not far away, Yao Ming, who was also invited to attend, was watching the stage.

He whispered to Liu Xiang beside him, "This young man is really popular! He's very energetic."

Liu Xiang nodded, his eyes filled with appreciation, and added, "I heard he's only 16. He seems to have a good mindset, not arrogant."

In another section, celebrities such as Fan Bingbing and Huang Xiaoming were also seated.

Fan Bingbing raised her carefully drawn eyebrows and whispered to Huang Xiaoming beside her with a smile, "Wow, the fanbase is impressive... He's only been back for a short time!"

Huang Xiaoming looked at the confident young man on stage, recalling his impression of the recording studio, and a domineering smile appeared on his lips: "What? Want to get to know him? He's only 16 years old."

"screw you……"