After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Sunday, 8:05 PM.

As the opening theme of the second episode of "The Voice of China" played, countless television sets and computer screens were lit up.

Dormitory 404, a female student dormitory at a university in Yenching.

Four girls were gathered around a laptop, with sunflower seeds and snacks piled on the table.

"Oh, Tingting, isn't this episode about Ye Lan's team versus Han Xuening's team?"

My roommate Li Meng munched on sunflower seeds while complaining, "Your husband, Zhang Xianyu, is on Shen Ming's team. He won't be released until next week. Why are you getting involved today?"

Chen Tingting retorted stubbornly, "Can't I just take a look? I heard this episode has a traditional Chinese style theme, so I'll give my opinion. Besides... that Lin Zhixing seems pretty good too."

"Heh, what a fickle woman."

My roommate Wang Siyu had a cold smile on her lips, and her eyes held a hint of indifference, disdain, and nonchalance.

He spoke in the tone of a domineering CEO novel:

"Woman, you're playing with fire."

"She says she loves her brother, but her body tells a different story when she's watching someone else's live stream. Ha, women."

"Hey! You dare laugh at me, Sisiyu!"

Enraged and embarrassed, Chen Tingting pounced on Wang Siyu's ample bosom, shouting, "Watch out for my dragon claws!"

"Hahahaha! Help! You scoundrel! I won't do it again!"

The dormitory immediately erupted into chaos.

"Stop fooling around! Stop fooling around! It's starting!"

With Li Meng's voice, everyone's attention returned to the screen.

First up is Han Xuening's team.

As the show progressed, Ye Lan's team suffered a series of defeats, and the score gap widened.

When Li Ziming appeared in a magnificent Tang suit, followed by a large entourage of the Yanjing Folk Music Orchestra, a chorus of exclamations erupted in the dormitory.

"OMG! That's so cool!"

"This song is so beautiful! 'Prosperous Chang'an,' it's so grand!"

"I know him! Li Ziming, a top influencer in the traditional Chinese style music scene, I even follow him on Douyin! This is like a game-changer!"

At this moment, the comments section above the video started flooding with messages:

[Warning: High-energy content ahead!]

That's what you call professional!

[Ye Lan's team is in danger! How can they win? Do they even have a chance?]

To be honest, Li Ziming is definitely in the bag this time; it's straight to the finale.

Chen Tingting's palms were sweating as she watched. Although she was a fan of Zhang Xianyu, for some reason, she really hoped that Lin Zhixing would win.

Finally, the progress bar reached the end.

The screen went dark.

A line of white text appeared: [1937, Pei Yanzhi, the opera house burned down.]

"Huh? There's a story here, this is interesting." Wang Siyu leaned closer to the screen.

On stage, Lin Zhixing, dressed in red and holding a folding fan, looked exceptionally beautiful under the dim yellow lights.

The intro begins, then the verse starts.

"In one scene of the play, the water sleeves rise and fall."

"The fan opens and closes, the gongs and drums sound and then fall silent..."

Lin Zhixing's voice was deep and weathered.

"It sounds nice..." Chen Tingting frowned, somewhat worried, "but it doesn't feel as explosive as Li Ziming's. Li Ziming's has chime bells and drums, isn't this too plain?"

The comments section was also filled with pessimism:

That's it?

It sounds good, but it won't win.

[I've lost, I've lost. Time to wash up and go to bed.]

However, in the next second.

The interlude abruptly stopped.

Lin Zhixing turned around abruptly and opened his folding fan with a "snap".

Her gaze instantly became sharp and alluring.

"The audience walked by—the old colors were nowhere to be seen—"

"On stage, someone is singing—a heartbreaking farewell song—"

Holy crap!!!

The four girls in the dormitory screamed at the same time, and Chen Tingting crushed the potato chips in her hand.

"Oh my God! My God!"

"This is so good! It gives me goosebumps!"

"That look in his eyes! It's killing me! Even as a girl, I think he's so beautiful!"

At this point, the comments section had completely gone crazy, densely covering the entire screen:

【？？？？？？？】

[Everyone stand up!]

What an amazing voice!

My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching TV!

The moment when Old Jiang cast his final vote, the score reversed and they took the lead.

"We won! We won! A stunning comeback!"

Chen Tingting jumped up from her chair excitedly, hugging Wang Siyu and bouncing around, "I knew it! Lin Zhixing is awesome! That's a real man!"

Wang Siyu was dizzy from being shaken: "Fine, fine, you win. By the way... what about your husband Zhang Xianyu? Don't you want him anymore?"

Chen Tingting froze for a moment, then waved her hand confidently:

"Never mind! Tonight, I belong to Lin Zhixing!"

......

Yanjing, Zhou Xiaoya's home.

As a die-hard fan who got hooked on "Lone Warrior", Zhou Xiaoya is currently sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap and her hands dangling over the keyboard, ready to fight at any moment.

Li Ziming's performance was so strong that the internet was full of articles praising "Ye Lan's team will definitely lose," which made her very nervous.

Until Lin Zhixing's opera-style singing came out.

The moment Chiang Kai-shek announced that he had voted for Lin Zhixing.

Zhou Xiaoya clenched her fist and exclaimed, "Yes! Awesome!"

Then, the sound of keyboard typing began: "Tap tap tap tap tap..."

[Ya Ya Loves Milk Tea]: "Where are the people who said Lin Zhixing didn't understand traditional Chinese culture? Come out and show yourself! What is national essence? This is national essence! Lin Zhixing, you are my god!!"

That night, Lin Zhixing's fan page celebrated the Lunar New Year.

......

Lin.

In the old living room, the television was turned up very loud.

Watching the scene on TV where the whole audience cheered and Mr. Jiang praised them.

Wang Xiufen blushed with excitement and slapped her thigh, saying to her husband beside her:

"See that, Lao Lin? See that, that's our son!"

"I told you long ago, our son takes after me! He has an artistic talent! It's all thanks to me for forcing him to memorize Tang poems from a young age and cultivating his interests; otherwise, he wouldn't be where he is today!"

Lin Jianguo looked at his son, who was the center of attention on TV, and listened to Old Jiang's high praise. He couldn't suppress the smile on his face.

Hearing his wife's words, he simply gave a habitual "hehe" sound.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say."

While his wife wasn't looking, he quietly took out his old-fashioned mobile phone, clumsily took a picture of the TV screen, and sent it to the "Old Friends Fishing Group" where he usually lurked.

The caption was just three simple words:

My son.

......

Xinghuang Entertainment, office.

Human sorrows and joys are not interlinked.

Zhang Xianyu and Zhang Yue sat in front of the computer.

The louder the cheers on TV, the paler their faces became.

"this......"

Zhang Yue's voice was hoarse, "Is this still the same Lin Zhixing?"

Although she's a bad person, she's an industry insider, and she can tell the quality of this song.

This is not just a good song, this is a song that can be considered legendary!

"Snapped!"

Zhang Xianyu slammed the cup to the ground, shattering it into pieces.

"Why?! Why?!"

His eyes were bloodshot; jealousy had distorted his appearance beyond recognition.

Looking at Lin Zhixing's spirited appearance on the screen, Zhang Xianyu felt as if countless ants were gnawing at his heart.

He was unwilling to accept it! He refused to submit!

……

Yanjing, a villa complex.

The luxurious living room was not lit by the main lights, but by ambient lighting.

Liu Yilong, the head of Xinghuang Entertainment, was wearing a silk bathrobe and leaning back on the sofa.

In his lap sat a female celebrity from the company, wearing extremely thin black stockings, curled up on him like a docile cat.

Liu Yilong's large hand slowly roamed over the smooth, delicate silk-stockinged legs, but his eyes remained fixed on the television screen.

"Wow...this newcomer is amazing."

The female celebrity looked at Lin Zhixing on the screen and couldn't help but sigh, a hint of admiration flashing in her eyes.

"Um?"

Liu Yilong paused, then pinched her hard.

"Ah...it hurts..." the female celebrity cried out softly, quickly composed herself, and cautiously looked at the unpredictable tycoon, "Mr. Liu..."

"Is it impressive?"

Liu Yilong smiled faintly, stroking her leg as he casually said, "No matter how talented she is, she's still just an actress. A disobedient actress, no matter how well she sings, will only face death."

He picked up his phone from the coffee table and dialed Wang Qiang's number.

"Hey, Lao Wang, how's it going?"

"Has Lin Zhixing agreed?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Qiang's somewhat uneasy voice came through:

"Mr. Liu, this kid is utterly ungrateful! I told him about the A-level contract and that I could handle Zhang Yue... and he just pretended not to know!"

He said the signal was bad in the basement and then hung up the phone!

"He's humiliating our Xinghuang!"

Liu Yilong's hand, which was stroking the stockings, stopped.

He suddenly pinched the woman's thigh hard!

The female celebrity in his arms felt a sharp pain in her thigh, but she bit her lip and dared not breathe.

"Bad signal?"

Liu Yilong chuckled softly.

"Good, that's very principled."

"Since he likes living in the basement so much, let him rot in the basement for the rest of his life."

He hung up the phone and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

"No one in this industry can refuse my offer."

"Lin Zhixing... since you don't want to be a cash cow, then be a stepping stone."