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

The electrifying atmosphere still lingered in the stadium.

Glow sticks were waved in the dark, some people were still shouting "Xu Yao", and others had already started packing up to leave.

But the stage lights were still on, Hua Shao was still standing in the center, and the champion's trophy had not yet been awarded.

Hua Shao walked over to him, patted him on the shoulder, and then turned to face the audience.

"Please welcome our champion mentor, Mr. Yang Kun, to the stage!"

Yang Kun stood up from the mentor's seat.

Na Ying patted his arm from the side, Wang Feng nodded to him, and Qi Qin gave him a thumbs up.

Yang Kun did not respond. He lowered his head, straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and walked towards the stage.

He didn't walk very fast.

The spotlight shone on him, and his eyes were still red; his heart was far from at peace.

Yang Kun stood next to Xu Yao, the two of them standing side by side.

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

"Please welcome our award presenters, Huang Bo and Ning Hao, to the stage!"

Huang Bo and Ning Hao walked out from the side of the stage.

Huang Bo, wearing a dark suit, and Ning Hao, wearing a casual jacket, walked one after the other to the center of the stage.

A staff member carried up a tray covered with a red velvet cloth, beneath which lay the annual champion's trophy—a golden metallic trophy with a black base that reflected the light.

Huang Bo walked up to Xu Yao, picked up the trophy from the tray with both hands, and handed it to Xu Yao.

Ning Hao stood to the side, smiling and clapping.

"Congratulations, Xu Yao." Huang Bo flashed his signature smile.

Xu Yao accepted the trophy with both hands, bowed to Huang Bo, and then bowed to Ning Hao.

Then he turned around, faced the audience, and raised the trophy above his head.

The golden trophy gleamed under the spotlight, and the audience erupted in screams once again.

Yang Kun stood next to Xu Yao, and the two faced the camera together.

The flashes went off rapidly as the cameraman pushed his equipment forward, focusing close-up shots on two people.

Xu Yao held up the trophy, and Yang Kun stood beside him, feeling honored.

Then Xu Yao turned his head and looked at Yang Kun.

Yang Kun was also looking at him.

Xu Yao switched the trophy to his left hand and extended his right hand.

Yang Kun paused for a moment, then smiled and shook hands with him.

After shaking hands, Xu Yao didn't let go. He took a step forward, opened his arms, and hugged Yang Kun.

Yang Kun's body stiffened for a moment, then he opened his arms and patted Xu Yao on the back.

The crowd erupted in screams again.

The comments section was filled with emotion.

"It took Xu Yao a few months to go from being the 'fattest contestant' to the champion, but Yang Kun waited three years."

Yang Kun: From now on, who the hell will still call me a "partner mentor" or a "filler mentor"? Stand up!

Hua Shao and the others finished hugging before speaking.

"Please welcome the champion mentor, Mr. Yang Kun, to give his acceptance speech."

Yang Kun picked up the microphone but didn't speak immediately.

He glanced at the audience below the stage, then at Xu Yao, and remained silent for two seconds.

"Thank you." His voice was a little hoarse. "Thank you to all the students, thank you Xu Yao, thank you Zhou Shen, thank you Zhang Bichen, thank you Parhat. Each and every one of you is the protagonist of this stage. I'm just standing on the sidelines watching you shine."

He paused for a moment, trying to calm himself down.

"I've done three seasons of The Voice, and I've never won. To be honest, I didn't care much about the first two seasons because I knew I was just there to play a supporting role. But this season..."

He glanced at Xu Yao.

"This season is different. Xu Yao made me realize that people shouldn't just give up on themselves so easily!"

After he finished speaking, he put down the microphone and clapped twice.

The comments section remained lively.

"Yang Kun's remarks were very short. It's clear that, like Zhou Shen, he is a man of strong emotions, with a rough exterior but a delicate heart."

"Yang Kun was just a background character in the first two seasons, but this season he finally made a name for himself. He gave Xu Yao a chance, and Xu Yao gave him honor."

Hua Shao nodded and turned to Xu Yao.

"Thank you, Professor Yang Kun. Please welcome Xu Yao to give his acceptance speech."

Xu Yao picked up the microphone, his hand holding the trophy trembling slightly. He looked at the sea of ​​glow sticks below the stage and took a deep breath.

"Thank you to The Voice of China for giving me the opportunity to prove myself."

"Thank you to my mentor, Professor Yang Kun. Without your guidance, I wouldn't have made it this far. Thank you also to everyone who liked me and voted for me. Thank you all."

After he finished speaking, he paused for a moment, his lips moved as if hesitating whether to continue.

Hua Shao thought he had finished speaking and said, "Thank you, Xu..."

"Excuse me," Xu Yao interrupted him, "I haven't finished speaking yet."

Hua Shao paused for a moment, then smiled and put down the script in his hand: "Okay, continue."

The whole audience burst into laughter.

Xu Yao held the microphone and remained silent for a second.

Then he looked up and looked at the camera.

Looking at the viewers watching the live broadcast on their TVs, and at the person watching the screen somewhere else.

"At this moment, I only want to say to one person: I won the championship, sister, don't break your promise."

The entire room fell silent.

No one knew who he was talking about, but everyone felt that his words carried significant weight.

Xu Yao did not put down the microphone after saying this.

He took a deep breath, suddenly raised the trophy, looked up at the ceiling, and shouted out the lyrics with all his might.

"Fate cannot force us to kneel and beg for mercy. Even if our arms are stained with blood, we will not compromise until we grow old..."

It wasn't singing, it was yelling.

The sound was squeezed out from the deepest part of his throat, with an almost distorted, tearing quality.

It's not about skill, it's about giving it your all.

This is not a performance, it's a declaration of war.

His voice cracked as he uttered the last word, but he didn't stop.

He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, and sweat dripping from his chin.

The entire room fell silent for about two seconds.

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

The live chat exploded with excitement.

"Holy crap! What kind of comment is Xu Yao making?! Who is 'sister'?! Who is his sister?!"

"When Xu Yao shouted 'Sister, don't break your promise' into the camera, I got goosebumps. There must be a story behind this."

"When he roared 'Fate cannot make us kneel and beg for mercy,' his voice cracked. He wasn't singing; he was howling."

"Xu Yao's speech was even more moving than his song. This wasn't scripted; it was real."

"So Xu Yao came to The Voice of China so his sister could see him? Who is his sister?"

……

Hua Shao, standing to the side, was clearly startled by the sudden shout.

His lips twitched slightly, but his professionalism allowed him to quickly regain his composure.

He walked over to Xu Yao and asked with a smile.

"Xu Yao, are you done talking?"

Xu Yao was panting heavily, his hand holding the trophy trembling. He glanced at Hua Shao and nodded.

"That's all. Thank you."

Hua Shao smiled and turned to face the audience.

"Thank you, Xu Yao! Now, please let champion mentor Yang Kun lead Xu Yao off the stage. All the students will then join in the final chorus of 'I Believe'."

The music started.

Other trainees walked out from both sides of the stage: Zhou Shen, Zhang Bichen, Parhat, Chen Yongxin, Xu Jianqiu, Yu Feng... They all stood in a row, holding hands.

Yang Kun patted Xu Yao on the shoulder, and the two walked off the stage together.

Xu Yao walked very slowly, each step feeling like he was walking on cotton, his body feeling extremely weak.

An apartment in Beijing.

The television was on, and the screen showed a live broadcast from the Capital Indoor Stadium.

Yao Beina sat on the sofa, clutching the remote control in her hand, tears already silently streaming down her face.

As she watched Xu Yao on the screen, holding the trophy and belting out a song, the corners of her mouth slowly turned up.

"You brat," she laughed through her tears, wiping them away with the back of her hand, "You dare to humiliate me in front of the whole nation? Don't you trust your sister that much?"

She took a deep breath, picked up her phone, scrolled through her contacts, and dialed a number.

The phone rang twice and was answered.

"Dr. Zhou, please arrange my surgery."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Then a man's voice rang out, tinged with obvious surprise: "Huh? You...you finally agreed to chemotherapy?"

"Okay." Yao Beina's voice was calm. "Make the arrangements for me, the sooner the better."

"Okay, okay, I'll arrange it right away!" Dr. Zhou's voice was filled with barely concealed excitement. "You should have..."

Yao Beina hung up the phone before he could finish speaking.

She then found another number and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

A woman's voice came from the other end, sounding tired and anxious: "Bena? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"Sister Xu, I'm sorry, there's no need for coordination with the Spring Festival Gala anymore, I won't be going."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Then the woman's voice suddenly rose eight octaves: "What? You're not going? You've worked so hard for so long, and I've been busy for so long, pulling so many strings, how can you just give up? This isn't like you! Has your condition suddenly worsened?"

Yao Beina leaned back on the sofa, watching Xu Yao on the TV screen.

Xu Yao was standing at the edge of the stage, singing "I Believe" with the other trainees.

He held up the trophy, a smile on his lips, but his eyes were still red.

This kid didn't shed a tear when he won the championship, but shouting in that particular voice brought tears to his eyes.

"I've never known how to write the word 'give up'," Yao Beina said softly but firmly. "Someone will perform on the Spring Festival Gala in my place."

"What? Someone took your place?" The woman's voice became even shriller. "Did someone steal your spot? Damn it, who is it? Is she even human? She even steals patients' opportunities? Tell me who it is, I'll risk my entire career to fight her to the end."

Yao Beina couldn't help but laugh. Sure enough, a cornered rabbit will bite, but she didn't explain.

She hung up the phone, put it on the sofa, and let out a long sigh of relief.

On the television screen, Xu Yao and the other trainees held hands and bowed to the audience.

Yao Beina looked at the screen and gave a thumbs up: "Xiao Yao, you are my pride."

(P.S.: I've finally finished the first climax. My eyes actually welled up a little during the brainstorming process. I don't know how the final result will be. I tried my best not to deliberately be sentimental or lay the groundwork for sadness. I also won't write about the media using the "Yao Beina" incident to expose Xu Yaojia later on, completely cutting off online discussion. I hope everyone enjoys reading it. No matter how many troubles life brings, the sun will always rise the next day, and there will always be sunshine on us. I wish all my brothers and sisters that everything, whether sad or happy, will only become more and more fulfilling.)