Becoming a great entertainer started with being cyberbullied.

The program began recording as scheduled.

After Chen Hong's appearance created a small climax, the first contestant nervously stepped onto the stage.

The first contestant, a young girl of about eighteen or nineteen, was wearing a denim jacket on top and a black pleated skirt on the bottom.

Her outfit didn't match well, and she wasn't wearing any makeup.

On the monitor, those few pimples were magnified, causing Zhou Wen, who already had dark circles under his eyes, to frown deeply.

"What's going on? What's wrong with the makeup team? Did they learn a new makeup technique? 'The Emperor's New Makeup'?" After being tormented by this mess and staying up all night, Zhou Wen's rationality was 'on the verge of collapse'.

The assistant director's eyes flickered, and he said, "Our show's makeup artists are a bit short-handed today; the studio next door has borrowed a few..."

Zhou Wen slammed the rolled-up script he was holding onto the monitor. "They said they'd lend it to you, so you just let them? Why didn't you ask me when you lent them the people?"

The assistant director quickly apologized, "Director Li came personally to borrow them, saying that our show relies on talent, not looks, and three makeup artists would definitely be enough... You were catching up on sleep at the time, and what he said made sense, so I..."

At this point, he suddenly remembered something and changed his tone slightly, "Speaking of which, there should be enough time."

"However, that female student you added yesterday is a bit immature."

Zhou Wen: "What's wrong with her?"

The assistant director said, "It was today. Teacher Han was also late. It was a simple matter. We could have just let Teacher Han come up first. But this girl probably got second place on the monthly music chart and got a little arrogant. She wouldn't let Teacher Han get on the elevator, and that's how the time was wasted."

A nameless anger surged within Zhou Wen, directed at Fang Ruoxi, at the late Han Feifei, and even at his old friend Wen Ran, who had recommended someone to him.

"Ha! So you're saying all the trainees look like this, and none of them are wearing makeup?"

"Oh dear! How could that be, Director Zhou! It's because we have trainees from the 'Three Greats' here, so we can't not prioritize them, right? That's why the trainees in front of us probably didn't have time to put on makeup."

Zhou Wen stayed up all night and felt like his brain was about to explode with anger.

Looking at Zhou Wen's expression, the assistant director said, "Hey, this kid is silly. Teacher Han is a judge, and she's just a student. If she doesn't pass her, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

Zhou Wen stared coldly at the monitor, without saying a word.

Seeing that the storm had died down, the assistant director quickly left, not wanting to provoke this "bomb" surnamed Zhou.

The assistant director made an excuse to go outside the studio and secretly made a phone call, "Hello, is this Mr. Pan?"

"Your request has been fulfilled."

"The remaining money..."

"Haha, Mr. Pan, what a great guy! Let's work together again in the future!" With that, he happily hung up the phone.

The first contestant performed poorly, cracking his voice during the high notes of the song.

None of the judges present gave her a light. Han Feifei had created a persona for herself on the show as a straightforward and serious judge who took art very seriously.

After the first female contestant finished singing, she was the first to speak, saying, "Your basic skills aren't solid!"

"His voice is cracking; he has absolutely no professionalism."

"Are you serious about art? Your attitude towards art is wrong!"

Chen Hong, who was drinking water next to her, almost spat it out when she heard what she said.

She glanced at the two judges on either side of her; the two male judges seemed unfazed, nodding in agreement. Looking at the little girl on stage, she was stunned by the scolding, tears welling in her eyes.

Chen Hong: "Wait a minute, this girl is just too nervous and underperformed."

"You can tell from your listening ear that your basic skills are decent."

Chen Hong said, "Girl, but I can't give you a vote and let you pass. That wouldn't be fair to the others."

"On stage, mindset is also very important. I hope you can practice hard after this and come back next time, okay? This stage will always welcome you."

Han Feifei's foundation could barely cover the blush on her face.

She was so angry she wanted to scream, wanted to confront Chen Hong, wanted to show Chen Hong the fans who were showering her with love on her blog, and wanted to ask her, "You're a superstar now, how many people are such fans of yours?"

The male judge noticed that Han Feifei was unhappy and immediately tried to appease her, saying, "Feifei is right. Teacher Chen is more gentle, while Feifei is a strict teacher. Strict teachers produce outstanding students, and it's all for the good of student number one."

Chen Hong stared at him, her eyes seemingly asking: Do you want to hear what you're saying?

The male judge: "..." He shut up.

The next contestant is eliminated.

When contestant number three saw that the first two had failed, the psychological pressure increased even more. After singing the last song, he still failed.

Until number five took the stage.

The stage costume was meticulously designed, the makeup was exquisite, the hair was smooth and wavy, and the face was pretty, but... she looked a bit like most internet celebrities.

"Judges, please take good care of me. Ms. Chen, I'm your fan. I'm so happy to have your guidance." She made a heart shape with her hands towards Chen Hong.

Han Feifei pouted, "Teacher Chen, I'm so jealous. I've never been 'confessed to' like this by a student since I came to this show."

Chen Hong clasped her hands together and bowed to the fifth contestant on stage. "Thank you. If you sing well and help us achieve a breakthrough today, that would be better than anything else."

Number Five immediately smiled and assured him, "Absolutely! Just watch me!"

She cleverly sang a song by the diva Mao Min.

"Wow! This student has a really good voice!" the first male judge exclaimed, then pressed the buzzer and gave him a pass.

Chen Hong: "???" What the heck?

While she was still in a daze, the second male judge next to her said, "Very wide vocal range, very good."

Then, with a 'snap,' the light came on.

Chen Hong fell into deep self-doubt. What the hell? Could it be that I'm the one who can't distinguish between good and bad?

Han Feifei frowned slightly as she commented, "If I didn't see the person, I would have thought it was Teacher Mao here."

Then he 'snap'ed the light on.

At this point, the audience members invited by the production team started to create an atmosphere, constantly making background noises like "Wow!" and "Amazing!"

Chen Hong: "???"

Chen Hong listened to the whole thing, becoming more and more confused, but she never turned on the light for the student.

When it came to the comments section, as if afraid that Chen Hong would speak, the four judges went all out to praise contestant number 5, wishing that no one could see that Chen Hong's light was not on and that they could quickly send her off the stage.

But this number five smiled modestly and said, "Teacher Chen Hong, I would like to hear your feedback. I want to know where I need to improve. I want to become better, so please give me some pointers."

After she finished speaking, she bowed deeply.

With such humility, and having received the approval votes of all four judges, anyone who saw this would feel that if Chen Hong were to make things difficult for this young girl any further, she would truly lack the professional ethics expected of a senior artist.

Several guest judges chimed in, "Yes! Professor Chen, look, that young lady admires you so much, you mustn't hurt her."

"Oh dear, Teacher Chen, that's not right. Number one sang off-key, and Teacher Chen still encouraged him. You can't just target a child who sings so well, can you?"

Chen Hong immediately tilted her head and looked over. The person who said this was a second-tier male singer. He only had one representative song, which he sang repeatedly wherever he went.

Chen Hong wasn't stupid enough to not see what was going on.

Ah.

"You want me to say it? Well, then I'll really say it."

Upon hearing this, Number Five's eyelids twitched.

"No, you could probably reach that level if you practiced in a karaoke bar for a few years, right?"

Everyone: "…………"

These words shattered on the ground with a 'crack,' and no one could catch them.

Number Five's smile was forced; at this moment, she wished she could beat herself to death for the self-destructive act of trying to create a certain persona just minutes before.

"As expected of Teacher Chen, I will continue to work hard!"

It's clear she wanted to shut Chen Hong up, but it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away. Since Chen Hong had already spoken, she was free to do as she pleased.

"Hey, you there, you said she looks like Mao Min?"

"Do you believe Mao Min could slap you if she were here?"

Male judge: "..."

"No, if Mao Min sings like that, I'll be the first to slap her."

Chen Hong's northern accent made her speak like a comedy sketch, and the audience members, who weren't professionals, burst into laughter.

"Ah! Let's quickly welcome the next student!" The host rushed onto the stage in a panic, managing to save the day and prevent Chen Hong from continuing...

Either the show's behind-the-scenes manipulation will trend on social media, or contestant number five will lose their chance to advance.

Amidst the scattered laughter and applause, Fang Ruoxi, dressed in white, stepped onto the stage like a fairy from an ancient painting.