After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

Friday night, 7 p.m.

A VIP room at a high-end club in Yanjing.

The private room was very large and luxuriously decorated.

Zhang Xianyu sat on the sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand, but didn't drink a drop.

His agent, Zhang Yue, sat beside him, legs crossed, talking to him about something.

"Xianyu, listen to your sister," Zhang Yue said in a low voice. "To win this final, we need enough resources."

"Didn't the company say they would give me traffic?" Zhang Xianyu looked up, a hint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

He still had some illusions about the finals.

If we can win the championship, everything can be turned around.

"Data?" Zhang Yue sneered, flicking her cigarette ash. "You think the company will give you data unconditionally?"

Zhang Xianyu was stunned.

"The company does provide resources," Zhang Yue said, lighting a cigarette and exhaling a puff of smoke. "But it's not a guarantee."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xianyu's voice was a little nervous.

"Mr. Liu's only thought right now is how to kill Lin Zhixing," Zhang Yue said. "He's giving you resources not because he thinks highly of you, but because he wants to use you to disgust Lin Zhixing."

"Do you understand? You are just a pawn."

"If you lose, how do you think President Liu will treat you?"

Zhang Xianyu's face turned pale.

He certainly knew Liu Yilong's methods.

Offending Liu Yilong is tantamount to losing your place in the entertainment industry.

Shelving, blacklisting, and even more terrifying methods...

"Then... what should we do?" Zhang Xianyu's voice trembled slightly.

Zhang Yue looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"There's another way," she said slowly.

"What method?"

"There's a dinner party tonight," Zhang Yue said. "The person coming is Mr. Li from Huaxing Entertainment."

"President Li?" Zhang Xianyu frowned. "Why would he help me? We don't even know each other."

"Because..." Zhang Yue paused, "he likes your type."

Zhang Xianyu froze.

He certainly understood what Zhang Yue meant.

He had heard of this kind of thing far too many times in the entertainment industry.

But I never imagined that one day it would happen to me.

"Sister Zhang, you...you let me..."

"I'm not giving you a choice," Zhang Yue interrupted him. "I'm just giving you a choice."

"Mr. Li has a lot of influence in the industry. He controls resources for several popular variety shows and music charts."

"If he's willing to help you, you'll have a much bigger advantage in the Weibo vote. Then, the championship will be yours."

Zhang Xianyu fell silent.

His hand gripped the wine glass tightly.

"But if you're unwilling..." Zhang Yue sighed, "then we can only rely on the company's resources. Whether we win or not depends on luck."

"If we lose..."

She didn't continue speaking.

But Zhang Xianyu already understood.

If he loses, his days at Xinghuang will be over.

He knows the rules of the entertainment industry all too well.

Artists without value are just pawns that can be discarded at will.

"I..." Zhang Xianyu gritted his teeth, "I want to see him."

Zhang Yue looked at him, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes.

But soon, that reluctance was replaced by indifference.

"Okay." She stood up. "He's in the next private room. I'll go call him over."

Zhang Yue left the private room.

Zhang Xianyu sat alone on the sofa, feeling his whole body trembling.

He picked up his wine glass, filled it with red wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

The red wine slid down his throat, burning his chest with pain.

A few minutes later.

The door to the private room was pushed open.

A middle-aged man in his fifties walked in.

He had a large belly, an oily face, and his hair was neatly combed. He was wearing a black suit.

Mr. Li, Vice President of Huaxing Entertainment, is a well-known talent scout in the industry.

It is said that he has made many minor celebrities famous.

However, how they were made famous and what deals were made behind the scenes are generally unknown to the public.

"Bang."

Mr. Li closed the door and locked it.

"Hyunwoo," President Li said with a smile as he walked over to Zhang Hyunwoo, "I've been wanting to see you for a long time."

Zhang Xianyu could feel President Li's gaze lingering on him.

President Li has indeed been eyeing Zhang Xianyu for a long time.

I met Zhang Xianyu once before, and then I approached Zhang Yue several times, but Zhang Yue kept beating around the bush and just wouldn't agree.

Finally, I took it out today.

Sure enough, anything can be sold as long as there is profit to be made.

Zhang Xianyu's looks are definitely top-notch, which is why he was able to debut as an idol.

Young, handsome, good physique, and good temperament.

It perfectly suits Mr. Li's taste.

Mr. Li sat down next to Zhang Xianyu, very close to him.

"I've wanted to see you for a long time." President Li repeated, then placed his hand on Zhang Xianyu's shoulder, patted it gently, and even touched it.

Zhang Xianyu felt nauseous.

But he forced a smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Li."

"I heard you've been having some trouble lately?" Mr. Li's hand slid from his shoulder to his waist, stroking it repeatedly. "Don't worry, Mr. Li can help you."

Zhang Xianyu got goosebumps all over.

"Thank you, Mr. Li." Zhang Xianyu's voice was trembling.

"Here, have a drink." Mr. Li poured him a glass of wine.

Zhang Xianyu took the glass and drank it down in one gulp.

"Great." Mr. Li smiled even more broadly. "That's refreshing. I like you just the way you are."

His hands began to roam over Zhang Xianyu's body, kneading here and pinching there, his movements becoming increasingly unrestrained.

Zhang Xianyu froze, but he didn't dare to dodge.

He kept trying to convince himself.

To win.

In order not to be abandoned by Xinghuang.

In order to survive in the entertainment industry.

He could only endure it.

"Of course." President Li leaned close to his ear and gently blew a breath.

The warm breath on his ear made Zhang Xianyu involuntarily shrink his neck.

"As long as you behave, Mr. Li will give you anything."

"I can arrange everything from Weibo voting and ranking to trending topics and variety show appearances."

"As long as you listen to me, understand? Listen to me."

As Mr. Li spoke, he touched Zhang Xianyu's thigh again.

Zhang Xianyu closed his eyes, not daring to look at President Li's face.

"Okay... I'll do as you say."

Mr. Li smiled with satisfaction.

He leaned close to his ear and blew another breath.

"clever."

Zhang Xianyu felt like he was about to vomit.

President Li stood up and patted Zhang Xianyu's cheek.

"Let's go somewhere with Mr. Li tonight."

Zhang Xianyu stood up and followed President Li out of the private room with unsteady steps.

The corridor was dimly lit.

Zhang Yue leaned against the wall, watching their departing figures.

She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

Amidst the swirling smoke, her expression was complex.

I felt both guilty and helpless.

This is the entertainment industry.

If you want to climb up, you have to pay a price.

Didn't she go through the same thing back then?

......

10 PM.

Zhang Xianyu returned to his rented apartment.

He lives in one of the most expensive apartments in Yanjing, where the monthly rent is over 100,000 yuan.

This is the treatment Xinghuang Entertainment gave him.

But at this moment, this luxurious apartment seemed like a cage to him.

As soon as Zhang Xianyu reached the door, he saw a figure standing there.

She was a girl in her early twenties, with a hot figure and revealing clothes.

A tight-fitting tank top paired with a super short skirt reveals a large expanse of snow-white skin.

"Hyunwoo oppa!" The girl's eyes lit up when she saw him. "I've finally waited for you!"

The girl is a third-year art student and a die-hard fan of his.

About two weeks ago, after a fan meeting, we had an in-depth conversation, and since then she has been coming over frequently.

"Why did you come here?" Zhang Xianyu frowned.

The girl was a little nervous. "Hyunwoo, I just want to see you and talk to you..."

She stepped forward and reached out to grab Zhang Xianyu's arm.

Zhang Xianyu subconsciously took a step back.

But soon, he stopped again.

He looked at the girl's young face and her adoring eyes.

Suddenly, a surge of anger rose from the depths of his heart.

He needed to vent.

"Come in." Zhang Xianyu opened the door.

"Really?!" The girl was so excited she almost jumped up.

She followed Zhang Xianyu into the apartment.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Zhang Xianyu slammed the girl against the wall and kissed her roughly.

"Um, Hyunwoo oppa... wait a moment." The girl was startled, but quickly cooperated.

Zhang Xianyu's hands groped her body roughly.

He wanted to toy with the girl ruthlessly.

They wanted to wash away the humiliation of the past few hours in this way.

He wanted to regain his dignity as a man by conquering her.

He wanted to prove that he was still a normal man.

but......

Just as he was preparing to take it a step further.

Suddenly, I couldn't feel anything anymore.

He looked down.

There was absolutely no response.

Zhang Xianyu was stunned.

He tried several times, but it was still the same.

It was limp and completely unresponsive.

"roll!"

Zhang Xianyu suddenly flew into a rage, shoved the girl aside, and roared, "Get out of here!"

"Hyunwoo oppa?" The girl cried out in fright, "What...what did I do wrong?"

"Get lost! Can't you understand human language?!"

Zhang Xianyu grabbed a nearby cushion and smashed it hard against the girl.

The girl screamed in fright, picked up her clothes, and ran out of the apartment crying.

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut.

Zhang Xianyu stood alone in the living room, looking at himself in the mirror.

That face was young, handsome, and exuded idol-like charisma.

But at that moment, he only felt nauseous.

"ah!!!"

He grabbed a glass from the coffee table and smashed it on the floor.

"Splash!"

Glass shattered all over the floor.

Zhang Xianyu rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

The scalding water splashed onto my body, burning my skin until it turned red.

He picked up the shower gel and frantically rubbed it all over his body, scrubbing every inch of his skin vigorously.

It felt like I was trying to wash away the memories of the past few hours, along with my skin.

One hour.

Two hours.

He washed for two whole hours, until his skin was raw from scrubbing.

But Zhang Xianyu was still washing.

It seems like it can never be completely clean.

......

Midnight.

Zhang Xianyu finally came out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a bathrobe, his skin flushed, when he walked into the bedroom and opened the bedside table drawer.

There was a black notebook inside.

He took out his notebook, turned to the latest page, and picked up his pen.

[December 18, 2025]

[Damn it.]

One day, I will trample you all under my feet.

[Liu Yilong, Zhang Yue, President Li... and all those who look down on me.]

Once I'm famous and have status, I'll make you all kneel down and beg me.

What I lose today, I will one day take back a thousandfold, a hundredfold.

He wrote with such force that the tip of his pen almost pierced the paper.

After finishing writing, he turned two pages forward.

That was a record from several months ago.

[December 3, 2025]

I met Sister Zhang Yue today. She said that as long as I cooperate with her, she can give me resources.

I agreed.

The way she was looking at me was a little strange, but whatever. As long as Lin Zhixing gets out of here.

Even though she's an older woman, I can tolerate her in order to climb the social ladder.

Damn, this old lady is a total weirdo.

[Playing this so elaborately, it's perverted, perverted, perverted.]

However, that's just how the entertainment industry is; nobody's clean.

Turn to the previous page.

[December 20, 2025]

Why is Lin Zhixing, that bastard, more popular than me?

[So what if he can write a few songs? What's so great about that?]

I need to find a way to get rid of him.

How can I rise to power and get resources if I don't get rid of him?

[Anyway, if I don't deal with him, someone else will.]

I was right, that's just how this industry is, fucking.

[I asked someone to help me fabricate some dirt on him and anonymously sent it to Zhang Yue. Hasn't she already disliked Lin Zhixing? It'll be perfect to use her to bring him down.]

[If I can get rid of Lin Zhixing, I can become Xinghuang's key protégé.]

Further on.

[December 15, 2025]

I had dinner with Sister Zhang Yue again today.

[Damn it, what they said at the same time was actually true; this old lady really is that lecherous.]

Her hands were groping around under the table... Never mind, I don't want to write anymore.

【Nausea.】

But there's nothing I can do; I need the resources.

Indeed, the entertainment industry is such a dirty place.

Looking at the handwriting, a hint of self-mockery flashed in Zhang Xianyu's eyes.

He closed the notebook and tossed it back into the drawer.

I walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked out at Beijing.

Even in the darkness, the city remained brightly lit.

Countless people are chasing their dreams here.

But how many people, like him, have paid a dirty price?

Zhang Xianyu lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.

"Lin Zhixing..."

He muttered to himself, "You think you've won?"

"Just you wait. I'm going to win the finals."

"I want everyone to know that I, Zhang Xianyu, am no worse than you."

Amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes turned vicious.

He's willing to pay any price to win.

Even if it means selling one's body.

Even if it means selling one's soul.

As long as I can win, as long as I can become famous, anything is worth it.

The law of the jungle prevails; that's the rule of the entertainment industry.

......

the other side.

Inside a rented room in Yanjing (Beijing).

Lin Zhixing is still staying here for the time being.

Although it's a bit old, I've lived here for so long, it's safe, and I've developed a bit of attachment to it. I'll consider moving after The Voice of China competition ends.

Lin Zhixing had just finished showering and was lying in bed wearing simple pajamas.

He picked up his phone and opened Weibo.

The topic of the finals continues to gain traction on the trending topics list.

#The Voice of China Grand Final Held at Workers' Stadium#

#Li Ziming and Lin Zhixing Fight Again#

#TheVoiceWeiboVote#

Lin Zhixing scrolled through the comments and saw the fans' expectations and support.

"One week until the finals..."

He muttered to himself, thought for a moment, and decided to post a message on Weibo.

Since he was bound to the [Listen to Advice System], this has almost become his regular activity.

Whenever something big happens, I feel like something's missing if I don't post on Weibo to ask netizens for their opinions.

"I wonder what kind of quest will be triggered this time?"

He opened the editing interface and started typing.

[Lin Zhixing V]: "The Voice of China finals are about to start! Any suggestions, everyone? How do we play this high-level match? [doge emoji]"

send.

Lin Zhixing today is no longer the forgotten idol he once was.

He's a rising star with millions of fans across the internet and three hit songs.

Any post he makes can instantly ignite the comment section!