After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

2 PM the following afternoon.

The sun in Yanjing made the ground scorching hot.

Lin Zhixing stood at the entrance of Yanjing Radio and Television Station and looked up at the sign.

The recording site of the fifth season of "The Voice of China".

He was wearing a white T-shirt bought by PDD, paired with slightly faded jeans, and carrying a canvas bag.

Various brands of nanny vans were parked at the entrance.

Assistants, makeup artists, and agents came and went, all in a hurry.

As soon as Lin Zhixing reached the door, a security guard in uniform reached out and stopped him.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

The security guard looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on his attire for a couple of seconds.

"Delivery people can use the side door and just leave the food on the table."

He pointed to the side, "Don't go in there, it's full of big stars, you can't afford to pay for it if you bump into them."

Lin Zhixing looked down at his outfit and smiled helplessly.

"Uncle, I'm not a food deliveryman, I'm here to participate in the recording of 'The Voice of China'."

The security guard paused for a moment, his eyes filled with even more suspicion.

"Where's your work permit? Where's your invitation letter?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Don't tell me you're just an ordinary person with dreams. I can stop eighty people a day with that excuse."

Lin Zhixing took out his phone, found the text message sent by Sister Zhang, and handed it over.

"Look, this is a text message from the production team. My name is Lin Zhixing. You can check the list."

The security guard leaned closer for a look, then glanced at Lin Zhixing.

"Lin Zhixing?"

He frowned. "Never heard of it. Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"Probably not," Lin Zhixing answered honestly.

"Okay, wait a moment, let me check." The man picked up the walkie-talkie.

Just then, a horn blared from behind.

A black Mercedes-Benz S-Class was parked at the entrance.

The security guard instantly switched modes, jogged forward, and respectfully opened the car door.

"Teacher Zhang, you've arrived!"

He bent down and opened the back door.

Zhang Xianyu got out of the car.

The suit was custom-made, his hair was styled with hair gel, he wore an expensive watch on his wrist, and limited-edition sneakers on his feet.

She was followed by four or five people: an assistant, a makeup artist, and an agent—quite a entourage.

Zhang Xianyu was looking down at his phone, while his assistant was talking to him.

"Hyunwoo, how are you feeling today? Should you touch up your makeup?"

"Need not."

Zhang Xianyu looked up and saw Lin Zhixing standing at the door.

He paused for a moment, then smiled.

"Hey, isn't this Brother Lin?"

He strode over, "Long time no see!"

He opened his arms as if to hug someone, but his arms remained suspended in mid-air; he didn't actually hug them.

Lin Zhixing nodded lightly, "Mm."

Zhang Xianyu withdrew his hand and looked Lin Zhixing up and down.

"Brother Lin, how did you get here? Didn't you drive?"

"Take the bus."

"A bus?!"

Zhang Xianyu exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Wow, Brother Lin, you're so frugal!"

He paused for a moment, "Even though there are no appearance fees now, I can't treat myself like this."

"Do you want me to reimburse your travel expenses?"

He smiled and said, "Anyway, I have plenty of gigs right now, so I don't need your little bit."

The assistant and stylist around him were trying not to laugh.

A makeup artist turned around and whispered, "I thought it was some important person, but it turns out they came by bus."

Another assistant chimed in, "That's called being down-to-earth, what do you know?"

Several people chuckled softly.

Lin Zhixing watched his performance quietly, and when he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled as well.

"Alright, since you're being so polite."

Lin Zhixing took out his phone and showed his payment QR code.

"The air-conditioned bus costs two yuan, and I transferred once, so it cost four yuan in total."

He waved his phone. "WeChat or Alipay?"

"..."

Zhang Xianyu's smile froze.

He opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

This script is wrong!

Shouldn't a normal person be filled with shame and indignation and turn around and leave at this point?

Why does this thing actually cost money?

Lin Zhixing shook his phone again.

"What? You don't have any change?"

He smiled and said, "If you think four yuan isn't enough, you can transfer four hundred. I don't mind. After all, you have a lot of gigs these days."

Zhang Xianyu's face began to change visibly, alternating between pale and red.

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became strange.

Those who had been snickering around fell silent, their eyes darting back and forth between the two.

Zhang Xianyu is currently in a very awkward situation.

Give it to me, you're just throwing money away like a sucker.

If I don't give it to them, I've already made the promise, and with so many people watching, I'll look petty. Where will I put my face in front of everyone?

Damn it, I'm so angry! How can this guy be so shameless?

"Hurry up and give it to us, Hyunwoo-gege can't possibly not even come up with four hundred bucks, can he?"

He paused for a moment, then said, "Really?"

Lin Zhixing added a timely twist, full of tea flavor.

Zhang Xianyu glared at Lin Zhixing, but finally took out his phone, scanned the code with slightly stiff movements, entered the amount 400, and clicked confirm.

The phone rang once.

"Payroll balance received, 400 yuan."

Lin Zhixing put away his phone with satisfaction and said with a smile, "Thanks, Brother Xianyu~ You're a really nice person."

Zhang Xianyu took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed the urge to hit someone.

Knowing he couldn't win an argument, he could only awkwardly change the subject in an attempt to regain the upper hand.

"Wow! Brother Lin has such a good attitude."

Zhang Xianyu straightened his collar.

"What song are you going to sing?"

He paused for a moment, then added, "Don't sing off-key like before."

"This is an S-level variety show, not a karaoke session."

Lin Zhixing glanced at him.

He uttered two words softly.

Nursery rhymes.

"ha?"

Zhang Xianyu was stunned for a moment.

Laughter erupted immediately.

"A nursery rhyme? Hahahaha!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over. "Brother Lin, you're so funny!"

"Are you here to compete or to appease the children?"

He wiped away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye. "Are you trying to make your mentors laugh to death so you can inherit their fortune?"

The people around them laughed along.

The assistant shook his head. "This is outrageous."

The makeup artist said, "Singing children's songs on 'The Voice of China' stage?"

She paused for a moment, then said, "Are you out of your mind?"

"By the way, do you know what I'm singing today?"

Lin Zhixing: "I don't know."

Zhang Xianyu said proudly, "I'm singing my own original song."

"I spent three months carefully composing this song."

He paused for a moment, then added, "The company also hired a top-notch producer to help me with the music arrangement."

"To be honest, I think we've got the championship in the bag today."

Lin Zhixing nodded.

"oh."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Good luck, and hope you don't crash."

Zhang Xianyu saw that Lin Zhixing was completely unyielding.

I felt even more annoyed.

It feels like punching cotton.

He leaned closer to Lin Zhixing and lowered his voice.

"Brother Lin, we'll see how things go."

"Only one person can stand on this stage until the end today."

After saying that, he snorted coldly.

I put my sunglasses back on.

Accompanied by his assistant team, he entered the building.

The agent, Sister Zhang, was the last to get out of the car.

Wearing high heels, she walked up to Lin Zhixing and stopped.

He said to the security guard, "Let him in."

The security guard nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, Sister Zhang."

Sister Zhang turned around and glanced at Lin Zhixing.

Lower your voice.

"Cherish this opportunity."

She paused for a moment, then said, "This might be the last time you stand on this stage."

After saying that, she walked away in her high heels, clicking away.

The entrance fell silent again.

The security guard looked at Lin Zhixing and sighed.

"Go on in, young man."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Although I don't understand your entertainment industry, well... good luck."

Lin Zhixing nodded.

"Thanks, uncle."

He stepped into the building.

He thought to himself silently.

Just a runner-up?

It's still uncertain who will accompany whom.