After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

There's one day left until the second episode of "The Voice of China" airs.

Director Xia Xue sat behind her desk, staring at the monitor in front of her.

The video playing on the screen is the newly edited trailer for the second episode.

"stop!"

The image freezes on the moment when Li Ziming is dressed in a gorgeous Tang suit, with a grand folk music orchestra behind her.

Xia Xue pointed at the screen and said to the post-production editor beside her, "Enhance the sound effects here a bit more, really capture the feeling of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Li Ziming is the representative of traditional Chinese style this time, we need to maximize his sophistication so that the audience will immediately think—wow, this is the level of this episode's champion!"

"Understood, Director Xia." The editor nodded.

The screen continued to scroll.

Then, the screen went black, only the sound of an erhu could be heard, followed by a fleeting glimpse of a figure in red from behind, and the heart-stirring line—"Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation!"

A line of large characters appeared on the screen: 【At the Pinnacle of Chinese Style, Who is the True King?】

"Okay! That's it!"

Xia Xue clapped her hands in satisfaction, "The higher you praise Li Ziming in the beginning, the better, making everyone think he's a sure winner. Then leave Lin Zhixing with the biggest suspense. This extreme contrast will definitely whet the audience's appetite!"

"The highlight of this episode is the life-or-death battle between Ye Lan's team and Han Xuening's team. As for next week's match between Shen Ming and Li Ge, let's put that aside for now and focus on generating buzz this week!"

"Publish it, and it will be pushed to all platforms!"

......

With the release of the trailer, the popularity of The Voice of China on Weibo has been boosted again.

#The Voice of China Style Showdown#

#Li Ziming's Prosperous Chang'an#

#Who is the mysterious opera singer?#

The three topics rose like rockets, quickly dominating the top of Weibo's trending topics list.

Li Ziming's fans, known as "Inkstones," took the lead in shaping public opinion.

"Oh my god! Brother Zimo is so handsome! This Tang suit is like a male protagonist from an ancient romance novel coming to life!"

"Listen to these chime bells, look at this grand display! Teacher Han Xuening really spoils Zimo; she even invited the Beijing Folk Music Orchestra!"

"Is there even a need for a comparison? Just award them the prizes! When it comes to traditional Chinese style, I only admire Li Ziming!"

"What Ye Lan Team, what Lin Zhixing? They're all trash in the face of absolute power!"

Countless marketing accounts also started to follow suit and praise him, with press releases flying everywhere, as if Li Ziming had already secured the championship.

However, Lin Zhixing was no pushover either.

After the success of "The Lone Warrior," he has gained a group of die-hard fans.

"Don't blow it too soon, or your face will hurt!"

"I'm guessing it's Lin Zhixing! That figure, that back view—it can't be anyone else!"

"Although Li Ziming has a grand entrance, I trust Brother Lin! If he can write 'The Lone Warrior,' he can definitely handle traditional Chinese style literature too!"

"Waiting for Brother Lin to slap them in the face! He'll teach these so-called 'traditional Chinese style' fans a lesson!"

......

Chen Tingting was lying on the bed, wearing headphones and watching variety shows.

She is a die-hard fan of Zhang Xianyu; her room walls are covered with posters of him, and her phone wallpaper is a professionally edited photo of him.

Logically speaking, as a fan of the opposing team, she should hate Lin Zhixing extremely.

She still remembers how Lin Zhixing stole her brother's thunder last time, preventing his song "If Clouds Know" from even making it into the top twenty on the charts.

But when "The Lone Warrior" aired last time, although she complained, she secretly listened to it on repeat dozens of times and even secretly learned how to sing it.

"I'm doing this so that I can know myself and my enemy, and never be defeated." That's how she always comforted herself.

During a break in the variety show, she casually opened Weibo and happened to come across the trailer for The Voice of China.

"Hmph, they're starting to hype things up again."

She pursed her lips, but her finger honestly clicked on the video.

Video playback.

Li Ziming's dazzling performance caught her eye. "Wow, this is really good, much better than Lin Zhixing."

However, at the very end of the video, when the line "Though my position is humble, I dare not forget my duty to the nation" resounded—

Chen Tingting felt as if she had been electrocuted; her whole body trembled, and she began to feel something.

"Holy crap..."

She subconsciously took off her headphones and looked around.

Her roommates had all gone out, and she was the only one left in the dorm.

"This...this sounds amazing!"

She put her headphones back on, rewound the progress bar, and listened to it again.

Even though it was just a silhouette, the atmosphere was absolutely amazing!

"No, no, I'm a fan of Hyunwoo oppa, I can't switch allegiances!"

Chen Tingting clutched her chest, her heart churning with inner turmoil.

But... I really want to hear the whole song!

She opened Lin Zhixing's Weibo account, hesitated for a long time over the "follow" button, and finally didn't dare to press it.

"You can't follow it, following it would be betraying Brother Xianyu."

She gritted her teeth, opened the comments section, switched to a different account, and secretly posted a message in the #LinZhixing# super topic:

"Um... just a casual observer, but to be honest, that Peking Opera-style singing at the end of the trailer was pretty good! Keep it up, Lin Zhixing!"

After sending it, she felt a pang of guilt, as if she had done something to betray her husband.

"I'll only do it this once! I'll only cheat on you this once!"

She silently vowed in her heart, "I'll come back after I hear this song! I still love Hyunwoo oppa!"

As she watched the number of likes on the screen steadily increase, Chen Tingting blushed, but a strange sense of illicit pleasure welled up inside her.

While repenting, she opened Lin Zhixing's super topic again and silently checked in.

"I'm not clean anymore..."

......

Yanjing, a rented room.

"Da da da da da..."

The sound of keyboard typing began.

Zhou Xiaoya was sitting in front of her computer, arguing with Li Ziming's fans.

Ever since listening to "The Lone Warrior," she has become completely hooked on Lin Zhixing and a die-hard fan.

Now that she sees Li Ziming's fans making sarcastic remarks on Lin Zhixing's Weibo, how can she stand it?

At that moment, she was furious at a comment from one of Li Ziming's fans.

【Ink-Colored Jiangnan】：

"This is hilarious! Someone who sings children's songs dares to talk about traditional Chinese culture? Does Lin Zhixing even know what the five notes of the pentatonic scale are? Does he know the rules of Peking Opera? Don't end up trying to imitate something you've never actually done, and ruining this national treasure! I suggest you go back to singing children's songs; that's your comfort zone! Hahaha!"

Zhou Xiaoya took a deep breath and typed her reply rapidly:

[Ya Ya loves milk tea]:

"Hey, you 'know-it-all,' do you live in Dunhuang? Why are you meddling so much? If you don't need your ears, you can donate them to someone who does! Don't mistake your ignorance for personality! We'll see who's embarrassed by Sunday!"

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Seeing her comment instantly gain dozens of likes, Zhou Xiaoya gave a satisfied hum.

"Dare to criticize my brother Lin? Did you even ask the keyboard in my hand?"

She picked up the milk tea next to her, took a sip, and looked at the screenshot of Lin Zhixing's red-clad figure on the screen.

"Brother Lin, you absolutely have to live up to their expectations! Give them a good slap in the face!"

......

At Lin Zhixing's home in a small town in Jiangsu Province.

Dinner time.

Lin's mother, Wang Xiufen, had just finished tidying up the table and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Suddenly, the TV screen changed, and a preview for "The Voice of China" was shown.

The music was stirring, the stage was dazzling, and the final, breathtaking operatic rendition was breathtaking.

"Old Lin! Old Lin! Come out quickly!"

She shouted towards the balcony, "Son! It's our son's show!"

Lin Jianguo, the father of Lin, was watering the flowers on the balcony when his hand trembled, and the water in the watering can spilled all over the ground.

"What's all the fuss about?"

Although he complained, he walked faster than anyone else, and in just a few steps he darted into the living room.

"Where? Where?"

"It just happened!" Wang Xiufen pointed at the TV. "The trailer! It said it would air Sunday night! This time it's a match against another team, something like... Guofeng?"

"Traditional Chinese style?" Lin Jianguo was taken aback. "This kid knows this too?"

"Absolutely!" Wang Xiufen exclaimed proudly. "Our son takes after me; he's very cultured! When he was little, I taught him to recite Tang poems, and he memorized them incredibly quickly!"

Lin Jianguo curled his lip, "Come on, back then he would memorize a couple of lines and then run off to play in the mud."

Although he was stubborn, he still silently noted down the time.

"Alright, stop looking. Bring those potted plants inside; it's getting cold." Lin Jianguo walked towards the balcony with his hands behind his back, then stopped after a couple of steps, pretending to say casually, "Ahem, remember to turn on the TV on Sunday night. I want to check the weather forecast; I heard it's going to get colder this week."

Wang Xiufen watched her husband's retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

"Fine, fine, let's check the weather forecast. This old man, he clearly wants to check it himself, but he always has to make up excuses."

......

Yanjing, a rented room.

Lin Zhixing had just finished showering, his hair still wet. He sat in front of his computer, looking at the overwhelming discussions online.

There was mockery, pessimism, concern, and also fans desperately trying to defend him.

"It's really lively."

"My reputation points have already reached 20..."

He thought for a moment, opened Weibo, and edited a post:

[Lin Zhixing V]: I listened to your advice. Tomorrow night at 8 PM, the traditional Chinese style will be here! [doge]

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