Heaven-Defying Beauty New Female Singer

Qin Ze chuckled. "Oh? They're even treating you as the finale?"

Qin Baobao pursed her lips. "What finale? They're worried that a rookie who just debuted will come on too early and upset the audience. Better to leave me until the end, create some suspense, and make use of waste."

"Now that you put it that way, I feel relieved."

"Get lost, you brat."

Wang Zijing smiled. "You two should go perform cross talk."

On the show, Yin Jia faced the camera and smiled. "Who will the final singer be? Let's knock on her door."

Bullet Screen: "Who is it?"

"A newcomer? No way, could a newcomer be the finale?"

"The production crew really knows how to keep us in suspense. Open the door already, open it."

"What a disappointment. Still no beauties this episode."

"Don't kid around. Singers and actors aren't the same. Actors care most about looks, which is why popular actresses are all ridiculously pretty. But with singing, it doesn't matter whether you're beautiful or not. It's about your voice, your technique, and your talent."

"Want to see beautiful women? Go watch movies, TV dramas, or other variety shows. Music programs generally don't have any drop-dead gorgeous women."

"Newcomer or King of Pop or Queen of Pop, hurry up and knock. I can't wait to hear them sing."

"To whoever said they can't wait: just skip ahead."

"Skip ahead for what? I don't want to waste a single second."

Just then, the door opened.

In the shot, Qin Baobao wore a white printed T-shirt that barely contained her spectacular bust, paired with a slender waist and blue-and-white skinny jeans. She stood prettily by the door, her legs pressed together with barely a gap between them—an overwhelmingly lethal pair of long legs. Her face was even more striking: seductive and alluring, with exquisite makeup and features that looked sculpted. Her almond-shaped phoenix eyes shimmered with a trace of unease and the nervousness of a newcomer.

The screen suddenly fell silent.

A moment later, the Bullet Screen went insane.

"Holy shit, who is this girl?"

"Fake Pig Set shamefully yields the title of number one beauty in the world..."

"I'll protect this girl."

"So pretty, so pretty, so pretty... Important things must be said three times."

"Who is she? Who is she?"

"She's the final contestant? Did the production crew specifically invite a pretty face to please the eye? Well, I like it."

"666, the production crew is finally handing out benefits."

"Definitely licking the screen."

"Can someone tell me who she is?"

"These boobs defy science. They must be fake. Let Master inspect them."

"Observe balls civilly."

Snowflake-like Bullet Screen comments streaked across the screen. Netizens were stunned by Qin Baobao's beauty, and every sort of weirdo chimed in. Some praised her, some were amazed, but even more were teasing her.

Qin Baobao's face reddened. Embarrassed and angry, she bent down to grab the mouse and turn off the Bullet Screen. "What kind of people are these? They're so annoying."

Qin Ze grabbed his sister's hand, stopping her. "The audience's evaluations are a very important reference."

That was actually true. If she wanted to survive in the Entertainment industry, she needed that level of mental resilience. His sister had once been the little princess of the family, but now she had to develop a strong heart. If a little teasing made her furious from embarrassment, how would she make it in the Entertainment industry? What celebrity had never been attacked online?

So Qin Baobao vented her frustration on her brother, viciously pinching his waist. "You just like watching people put me down, you dead pervert."

Her face burned. This was her first appearance on screen and the first time she had seen the public's comments about her, yet she was not happy at all. Qin Baobao, who did not browse forums or use Weibo, could not endure Old Drivers' shameless teasing, some of which was outright insulting. Qin Ze, on the other hand, had spent years among online Old Drivers and had far more experience. He was used to it. When he saw familiar comments like "legs for ten years" and "Observe balls civilly," he could even smile knowingly.

Qin Ze burst out laughing. "Sis, I have to admit I was wrong."

Qin Baobao looked at him in confusion, her star-filled eyes falling on his face.

"So being pretty really can get you into the Entertainment industry. Hahaha... Ow."

Qin Baobao, humiliated into rage, spared no mercy as she pinched Qin Ze's waist.

The real Qin Baobao was adorably annoyed, but the Qin Baobao on the show was dignified and proper as she politely greeted Yin Jia.

"Hello, Miss Qin. I'm Yin Jia. You're the last guest to appear, and I believe viewers in front of their televisions are all very unfamiliar with you. Please give us a brief introduction."

She called Qin Baobao Miss Qin rather than Teacher Qin.

Qin Baobao smiled sweetly. "Hello, everyone. My name is Qin Baobao. It's an honor to stand on the stage of I Am A Singer and compete alongside so many teachers. I hope everyone will like me."

"I heard that you plan to sing an original song on our program this time. Is that right?"

"Yes."

"If that's true, then that's very impressive. I'm sure the audience is looking forward to it as well, so let's wait and see."

"Actually, it wasn't originally written by me alone..."

Before Qin Baobao could finish, Yin Jia interrupted her. "At this point, all the guests for this episode have appeared. Let's go say hello to them."

Bullet Screen: "Qin Baobao? Are we sure that isn't a stage name?"

"Definitely one of those cases where her parents had a grudge against her."

"Forgive me, but I laughed."

"Baobao? Damn it, I'm dying."

"That was so rude. She hadn't even finished speaking before you interrupted her."

"Is Yin Jia jealous of Qin Baobao's beauty? Her attitude was so cold, and her smile looked so fake. But when she saw Huang Yuteng, she practically beamed."

"The legendary live-action version: Bao Bao was suffering inside, but Bao Bao wouldn't say it."

Because of Qin Baobao's exceptional looks, she had won over many viewers, and everyone was speaking up for her. Host Yin Jia's attitude had not been very good. But soon, several comments appeared:

"I already searched Baidu. There's no one like her in the Entertainment industry."

"Baidu +1. No one like her."

"She got in through connections. Case closed."

"There really is no singer named Qin Baobao. A woman this beautiful couldn't possibly be unknown if she were in the Entertainment industry."

"Damn, she got in through connections, didn't she?"

"Fuck, I knew it. How could a newcomer possibly compete on the same stage as major names in the music world? This makes no sense."

"It makes perfect sense. As long as you're willing to sleep around, even trash can be promoted into a huge star."

"No need to guess. She must be the mistress of some TV station executive."

"No way. How could such a pretty girl be someone's mistress? I don't believe it, I don't believe it."

Chinese people had a very conflicted attitude toward entertainment celebrities. They admired and liked them, yet looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts. In ancient times, performers were considered lowly people, and even when they married, they could only become concubines. This kind of thinking had deeply taken root and had not changed even now.

Browse through celebrity gossip, and among every ten comments, there would be one saying: Prostitutes have no feelings, performers have no loyalty.

That was exactly why Old Man had firmly opposed his daughter entering the Entertainment industry. His precious daughter was the apple of his eye. Who would want their own daughter to degrade herself in the Entertainment industry?

There were female celebrities who held to their principles, but most gradually fell in the Entertainment industry's great dye vat. Half were forced by reality, and half were unwilling to give up wealth and luxury. How many truly remained unstained by the mud?

On this point, Qin Ze had great confidence in his sister. Qin Baobao had entered the Entertainment industry for her dream—at least, that was what she said. As long as she was not doing it for fame and profit, she could stick to her principles and would not stop at nothing to climb higher. Besides, his family was not short of money. They were at least moderately well-off, so Qin Baobao would never face the issue of being forced by poverty. Finally, he was no longer that obscure, mediocre younger brother. Give him some time, and he was confident he could protect his sister.

Qin Baobao trembled with anger. Qin Ze frowned. "Don't watch it anymore."

As he spoke, he moved to close the Bullet Screen, but Qin Baobao slapped his hand away, her voice thick with tears. "The audience's comments are also an important reference, you said so."

She was hurting herself just to spite her brother.

It was not that Qin Baobao lacked mental resilience. She had lived proudly for twenty-five years, and this was her first taste of the dark side of online violence. It was only natural that she would be hurt and shaken.

In the large room where the guests had gathered, everyone saw Qin Baobao through the screen.

Li Rongxing: "Oh my God, a goddess."

Li Zongde: "So beautiful!"

Hong Jingyao: "A very pretty young lady."

Chen Xiaotong spoke in clumsy Chinese. "A newly rising female singer from the mainland?"

Huang Yuteng shook his head. "Qin Baobao? Never heard of her. She's a newcomer, right?"

Hong Jingyao smiled. "Don't underestimate newcomers. There are so many young people these days with incredible singing skills."

Everyone chatted idly as they waited for Qin Baobao to push open the door and enter. She bowed to the several long-established singers, and they gave her scattered applause. Pretty was pretty, but this was a singer's stage, not a beauty pageant. How could a newcomer with no fame and no works earn their recognition and respect? Still, they put on welcoming expressions on the surface.

The netizens on the Bullet Screen also gave their opinions:

"The guests all look down on her."

"Of course. A woman who got in through connections."

"Look down on her? Bullshit. Which male guest there doesn't want to sleep with her?"

Seeing this, Qin Ze felt somewhat unhappy. In the past, he had enjoyed seeing comments like these online, but when the target became Qin Baobao—his sister—the feeling was completely different.

"These people have no manners." Wang Zijing was unhappy too.

"Qin Ze used to be one of them," Qin Baobao said gloomily.

"Next, we'll move on to the next segment. The contestants will draw lots to determine their opponents and the order of appearance. I wish each of you good luck."

After host Yin Jia finished speaking, a staff member carried a box into the shot.

The second season of I Am A Singer basically followed the formula of the first season. The singers would compete against one another. There were six people, divided into three groups for head-to-head battles. The winners advanced, while the three losers competed again for two advancement spots. The last person would be eliminated.

The audience present served as the judges, deciding who stayed and who left. When the I Am A Singer production team had eliminated the judge system and let the audience decide victory and defeat, they had taken a huge risk. This format had never appeared before. At most, audiences and judges had voted together, with audiences being guided—or misled—by the judges.

Unexpectedly, I Am A Singer became wildly popular because of it.

"Teacher Hong has the most seniority, so Teacher Hong should go first."

"Teacher Huang is the most famous, so Teacher Huang should go first."

"Ladies first. Teacher Xiaotong should draw first."

The singers politely deferred to one another, laughing and bickering endlessly. In the end, Hong Jingyao, the most senior among them, drew first. He rummaged around for a while and pulled out a plastic ball. "Number one!"

Everyone laughed. "What an auspicious number."

Hong Jingyao rolled his eyes. "Auspicious my ass. I have to go on first, so all the pressure is on me."

Everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Xiaotong drew second. "I'm number two."

Li Zongde said, "My God! I'm number one. I'm Teacher Hong's opponent."

Huang Yuteng said, "I'm number three."

Li Rongxing strode up to the lottery box, nervously taking deep breaths. He looked anxiously at the camera. "There are only number three and number two left in the box. If I draw number three, then Teacher Huang will be my opponent. My God, do you know how nervous I am right now? There's a fifty-fifty chance. Drawing number two is heaven, while drawing number three is hell. No, no, I need to go home first and pay respects to my ancestors."

With that, he turned and started walking away.

"Hey, come back! Where are you going?"

"Kid, focus. Is this the time to worship your ancestors? If you leave, who's going to sing?"

"Pfft..."

"Production crew, hurry and tie him up and bring him back."

The other guests did not know whether to laugh or cry, and the audience was amused as well.

Beside them, Qin Baobao stood prettily with a faint smile on her face, seeming completely out of place. The camera only captured her for an instant before moving away, focusing on the other guests.

Qin Ze glanced at his sister beside him and teased, "Don't tell me you drew number three."

Huang Yuteng was a popular singer with seniority and fame. He was undoubtedly the most popular singer present. Unless a reigning King of Pop or Queen of Pop appeared, no one could suppress him. He had an enormous fan base. If Qin Baobao drew number three, she would truly be in the Death Group.

Still angry, Qin Baobao shot him a sidelong glance and disdained to answer.

Just then, gasps and shouts rang out. On the screen, Li Rongxing danced with joy, clutching a plastic ball marked: number two.

Li Rongxing cried out in delight, "Thank the nation, thank the people, thank the production crew, and thank my shining character."

The other guests were amused.

Huang Yuteng shook his head and laughed.

Then all the guests present turned their eyes toward the "isolated and helpless" Qin Baobao, a newcomer.