After taking advice, I became a top male idol.

[Countdown to the unlucky charm: 04:39]

Zhang Xianyu straightened his collar, which Lin Zhixing had just messed up.

"What bad luck," he muttered under his breath.

"Hyunwoo, we're about to start our run, let's hurry up," assistant Xiao Wang urged from the side, holding a water bottle and a coat in his hands.

"What's the rush? Let them wait." Zhang Xianyu strode forward.

However, just as he took his third step, an accident occurred.

There was still a puddle of water on the floor in front, and a yellow warning sign that read "Caution: Slippery Floor" was lying to one side.

"Snapped!"

His body suddenly leaned back, and his two long legs slid forward.

Holy crap!

Just then, a female intern who had just finished applying makeup walked out from around the corner carrying a full glass of iced Americano.

Zhang Xianyu's waving arm struck the intern's wrist directly.

"Splash!"

The coffee flew through the air in an arc, splashing onto the crotch of Zhang Xianyu's trousers.

"Bang!"

Zhang Xianyu fell hard on his backside, the sharp pain causing his vision to go black.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Are you alright, teacher?" The intern was so frightened that her face turned pale, and she frantically tried to step forward to help.

As a result, he slipped on the slippery ground and fell directly onto Zhang Xianyu.

"Ugh!" Zhang Xianyu's scream, which was about to come out, was forced back down and turned into a muffled groan.

"You and him..."

Zhang Xianyu was in so much pain he wanted to kill someone!

These pants were sponsored by a brand and cost six figures!

Moreover, his crotch was soaked, making it look like he had lost control of his bladder. How could he possibly go on stage like that?!

Just then, he caught a glimpse of the backstage camera crew, swallowed the word "Mom" back, and forced a smile.

"It's alright...cough cough, I'm fine. Little girl, are you alright?"

He pushed away the intern who was lying on top of him and tried to stand up, but as soon as he exerted force, the warning sign hanging on his shoelace hit his calf.

"Aww!"

This time, Zhang Xianyu couldn't hold back and let out a pig-like scream.

The staff and passing athletes were all stunned.

How incredibly unlucky is that?!

Within a minute, slipping, being splashed with coffee, being trampled, being hit by a warning sign...

Is this the god of Mercury retrograde?

Assistant Xiao Wang was stunned. After realizing what had happened, he rushed over, "Brother! Brother, are you alright?"

"Help me...help me up..." Zhang Xianyu said through gritted teeth, "Quickly take me to change my clothes! Hurry!"

Four minutes left.

The effects of the "bad luck sticker" are only just beginning.

In the changing room, the zipper pull of the spare trousers snapped off and got stuck in my crotch, causing me to convulse in pain.

In the end, he had to borrow pants from a fellow trainee at the same company. Although they were a bit short and exposed his ankles, at least he could wear them.

When he finally managed to tidy everything up and sat disheveled on the sofa in the backup broadcast area, he looked like he had just escaped a disaster.

His hair was disheveled, and he was breathing heavily.

"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?" Manager Zhang rushed over.

"Don't even mention it, I've had the worst luck ever." Zhang Xianyu gritted his teeth. "It's probably because of that jinx, Lin Zhixing!"

Sister Zhang frowned, glanced around to make sure there were no cameras, then leaned close to his ear and whispered something.

"Alright, forget about that good-for-nothing. I've taken care of everything for you."

Zhang Xianyu straightened his collar, took a deep breath, and said, "Don't worry, Sister Zhang. I'm confident."

......

Front desk, studio.

As the lights came on, the glow sticks held by hundreds of spectators formed a sea of ​​light.

Four red swivel chairs face away from the stage, with the words "I WANT YOU" written on their backs.

The four mentors are rock godfather Li Ge, sweetheart queen Han Xuening, love song prince Shen Ming, and diva Ye Lan, who is in the center position.

At this moment, the situation on the stage cannot be seen.

This is the most attractive aspect of "The Voice of China"—the blind auditions.

Forget about looks and status, just listen to the voice.

The host stood on the side stage, his voice rousing, "Next, please welcome contestant number 1 to the stage!"

Zhang Xianyu adjusted his expression and stepped onto the stage.

He stood still in the spotlight, wearing a pure white suit and holding a red fake rose in his hand.

The audience below the stage immediately stirred.

"Wow--!"

"So handsome!"

"Oh my god, is he Prince Charming?"

This reaction prompted a response from the mentors who had their backs to the stage.

Han Xuening tilted her head slightly, raised an eyebrow at Shen Ming beside her, and whispered, "Brother Shen, judging from the noise, it's a handsome guy."

Shen Ming smiled and pointed to his ears. "We have good voices, not good looks. Listen to it first."

Ye Lan, who was in the center position, maintained the same sitting posture, her slender fingers gently tapping the armrest.

The prelude begins.

It's a piano piece, very smooth, with a touch of melancholy.

"If the clouds knew..."

"The streets where the wind blows..."

The moment the sound was made, the scene fell silent.

On the mentor's seat, Shen Ming nodded slightly.

"His basic skills are very solid," he whispered to Brother Li beside him. "He must have received professional training; his breathing is very steady."

Brother Li pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "It's steady, but it's a bit too greasy and lacks power."

A minute passed, and still no mentor turned around.

Midway through the song, Shen Ming suddenly heard the director's urgent voice in his in-ear monitor, "Teacher Shen, this is Xinghuang Entertainment's key newcomer, um... please give us the honor of turning around."

A helpless, bitter smile flashed across Shen Ming's face.

This is the world of martial arts.

He sighed and pressed the button as soon as the chorus started.

"Snapped!"

First turn!

As the swivel chair slowly turned around, Shen Ming immediately saw the handsome young man in a white suit holding a rose on the stage.

"Hey, not bad." Although Shen Ming didn't think much of it in his heart, he still gave a good reaction on the surface. He pointed at Zhang Xianyu and mouthed to Han Xuening, who hadn't turned around yet, "He is indeed a handsome guy."

Seeing Shen Ming's lip movements, Han Xuening also received a prompt from the production team.

"Snapped!"

The second mentor turned around!

"Wow—" Han Xuening turned around, saw Zhang Xianyu's face, and exclaimed while covering her mouth, "With this look, he could debut right away!"

On stage, Zhang Xianyu was overjoyed.

Two turns!

He put in even more effort, and when the chorus came, he suddenly opened his eyes, leaned forward, and hit a high note.

"This kind of love is a light I can never reach—"

Brother Li kept frowning.

The director's voice came through the in-ear monitor, tinged with a pleading tone, "Brother Li, Brother Li? Could you please turn it on for me? We need a three-turn warm-up for the first show of this episode, please."

Brother Li shook his head and reluctantly pressed the button at the last moment.

"Snapped!"

Three turns!

The entire audience erupted in applause, and the screams of the female fans nearly lifted the roof off.

Zhang Xianyu looked at the three mentors who had turned around in front of him, a humble yet excited smile on his face.

But his gaze passed over the three of them and fixed on the one in the very center.

Ye Lan's chair didn't even wobble once from beginning to end.

The song ended.

Zhang Xianyu remained frozen in that pose, gazing affectionately at the sky, for three seconds.

The music stopped.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Lan's chair finally moved.

"Sizzle—"

The instructor's chair automatically resets and turns around.

She didn't applaud like the other mentors, nor did she laugh.

The host quickly went up on stage, "Congratulations to Zhang Xianyu! You got all three mentors to turn their chairs! That's a fantastic start!"

The host, always eager for drama, deliberately cued Ye Lan, "It seems our teacher Ye Lan has very high standards. What are your comments on the performance, four mentors?"

Shen Ming was the first to pick up the microphone, playing the good guy, "I think it's great. Good image, good temperament, and a warm voice."

"Especially the way you handled the falsetto, it was so delicate. Come to my team, I'll help you sing love songs to the fullest."

Han Xuening immediately launched into a "steal" mode, exclaiming, "Hey, Brother Shen, don't try to take him from me! This kind of handsome guy has to come to me!"

"Hyunwoo, right? Your eyes were so expressive, I was totally smitten!"

The fans in the audience burst into laughter.

Zhang Xianyu quickly bowed, "Thank you, Teacher Shen, thank you, Teacher Xue Ning."

When it was Li Ge's turn, he simply said, "He's a promising talent."

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Lan.

Zhang Xianyu picked up the microphone, took the initiative, and adopted a humble and eager-to-learn attitude.

"Teacher Ye, I'd really like to hear your advice. I know I still have many shortcomings, and I hope you can give me some guidance."

These words were perfectly worded, demonstrating humility while also giving Ye Lan a way out.

Ye Lan picked up the microphone.

She didn't look at Zhang Xianyu, but instead glanced at the three mentors beside her, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"What do you think?"

Shen Ming and Brother Li were stunned for a moment, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Ye Lan turned her head and looked at Zhang Xianyu on the stage.

"His pronunciation is standard, his breath control is stable, and he uses his techniques very skillfully."

"But I don't like it."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

After speaking, Ye Lan put down the microphone and didn't even bother to look at him again.

On stage, shame, anger, resentment and other emotions surged in Zhang Xianyu's heart, but he dared not let them out.

He gritted his teeth and bowed deeply to Ye Lan.

"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher Ye."

Their voices were trembling.

……

In the corner backstage.

Lin Zhixing looked at the piece of paper with the nursery rhyme written on it in his hand and smiled.

The director's voice came over the loudspeaker:

"Next contestant, Lin Zhixing, please get ready!"