*King of Mask Singer: Program Content and Precautions*
The docunt in his hand was roughly a dozen pages long, containing both text and tables.
Chu Tian had known its contents for so ti, considering he was the one who had proposed the program. However, to avoid arousing Xu Qingqiu’s suspicions, he feigned seriousness as he picked up the materials and began to read.
Xu Qingqiu watched Chu Tian, who was focused on the docunts across from her, with a particularly complicated expression.
She still harbored so doubt as to whether it was really him. On one hand, she was desperate to find out who Young truly was; on the other, she feared it wasn’t what she hoped. Her heart was incredibly conflicted. She had considered asking him directly, but what if the answer wasn’t what she wanted?
Lost in thought, she slowly beca distracted.
Chu Tian had also finished his cursory review of the docunt’s contents.
Overall, there wasn’t a great deal of information. It began with a brief introduction to the program, including details about the stage, equipnt, and the caliber of guest perforrs. These elents, representing the show’s quality, had to be showcased.
Next ca the program’s format and the competition system—details the artists needed to be aware of.
Finally, there were the requirents, such as confidentiality agreents, competition procedures, liability for breach of contract, and so on.
Of course, these details weren’t of much concern to him. Xu Qingqiu had primarily sought his help because she was struggling to choose a stage na for the show.
"Isn’t it simple? It’s just a show where you wear a mask and sing, right? You just make a mask and pick any na," Chu Tian said.
Xu Qingqiu rolled her eyes helplessly after he finished speaking.
"How can I just pick any na? Didn’t you see the part about the unmasking at the end?" she retorted. "If I choose an unattractive na, imagine how embarrassing it would be when I’m unmasked and everyone finds out!"
"That’s true," Chu Tian conceded. "So, what kind of na are you looking for?"
"I don’t know either..." Xu Qingqiu replied. "I was just thinking of sothing that sounds pleasant... perhaps sothing a bit poetic?"
"And what exactly ’sounds nice’?" he asked.
"Well, it has to have so depth, of course!" she said. "For example, Kelshia, the heroine from a play I adore, or maybe ’White Swan’—a na synonymous with purity and elegance."
"Absolutely not!" Chu Tian stated firmly, seeing Xu Qingqiu’s excited expression.
"Huh? Why not?" she asked, surprised.
"It’s not about *why not* for those specific nas. First, you need to understand the significance of the na you choose!" he explained.
"Significance?" she questioned. "Isn’t it just a codena?"
Seeing she still didn’t grasp his point, Chu Tian shook his head. "You need to see the deeper implications of this program. You don’t seriously believe they’d let you pick just any random na, do you?"
"Isn’t that the case?" she asked. "What else would it be?"
To be fair, Xu Qingqiu couldn’t be blad. In the history of this world, a variety show like this had never appeared before, so it was natural for her to lack experience with it.
Even during the first season of its counterpart in the other world, nobody paid much attention to these seemingly minor nicknas. Everyone assud they were chosen casually, without realizing the actual importance of the na.
Chu Tian, however, had experienced it all. He ca from an era where such variety shows had been done to death. After their initial "wild west" period, the deep dives into program formats and ticulous exploration of details were truly eye-opening, and he had benefited imnsely from it.
This knowledge now served as his capital to enlighten Xu Qingqiu.
"You need to understand, this is a competitive program," Chu Tian explained. "And the competition begins the very mont you choose your na!"
"Huh? How so?" Xu Qingqiu stared at him in astonishnt, her large eyes blinking with utter confusion. She was fine with singing, but this concept was genuinely beyond her.
"Listen to my analysis, and you’ll understand," Chu Tian said.
At this, Xu Qingqiu quickly lowered her head, leaned closer to Chu Tian, and listened with rapt attention.
"Let’s first look at the competition format. Initially, six singers will perform, competing head-to-head. The judging criterion is the votes from the six hundred audience mbers. Note this carefully: it’s audience voting!"
"Firstly, the na must have personality! It needs to be morable, sothing that leaves a strong impression. That way, regardless of how the competition unfolds, at least the audience will rember your na—and rember it vividly!"
"If you can achieve that, you’ll gain an initial advantage in the voting process!"
"Think about it: in a crowd of otherwise unremarkable contestants, if soone truly distinctive suddenly appears, wouldn’t that grab everyone’s attention?"
Seeing Xu Qingqiu nodding repeatedly like a chick pecking at grain, Chu Tian continued, "Secondly, the na must be relatable! As the saying goes, it should be ’down-to-earth.’ Why? Because it shortens the distance between you and the audience, fostering a sense of closeness. Naturally, this feeling of affinity will then be projected onto you."
"Next, your na must also differentiate you from the others. It must be unconventional. This is to create a certain separation, making your uniqueness imdiately apparent."
"This will give people the impression that you’re different. Combined with the aforentioned relatability, it will subtly and increasingly make the audience more fond of you!"
"Finally, the na must be positive and engaging. Human nature leans towards kindness, and everyone appreciates beautiful things, so the na should embody sothing wonderful."
"Of course, there’s one more crucial point: it must also create distance from your actual self, aning it shouldn’t allow people to easily guess who you are. This is a requirent of the show’s rules; if it doesn’t comply, the production team definitely won’t allow it."
"You must rember, this is a competition. It’s not like picking a nickna for a ga, nor is it a stage to rely showcase your personality. When competition is involved, every single step is crucial."
Chu Tian had spoken so much in one breath that his mouth had gone dry. The ever-observant Xu Qingqiu quickly handed him a cup of water.
Her eyes twinkled as she gazed at him, her expression filled with awe, as if she were looking at a national treasure.
"What is it? Why are you staring at like that?" Chu Tian asked.
"Chu Tian, you’re incredible! You know so much!" Xu Qingqiu exclaid. "I thought it was just a simple na; how can there be so many considerations?"
Chu Tian waved his hand casually.
This is nothing, he thought. In later generations, things get far more absurd. Sotis, people would agonize over the placent of a single strand of hair for three days and nights. Do you think the entertainnt industry is full of innocent ’white lotuses’? For the sake of competition, both stars and their teams rack their brains studying human psychology. Take any female celebrity; from her gait to her makeup and styling, isn’t every single detail carefully packaged? Even the act of leaving the house and getting into a car is tid with a stopwatch. A casually posted photo is actually the result of sifting through hundreds, even thousands, of shots to pick the perfect one. Sotis, a female star will suddenly trend on social dia due to a particular outfit or action. What might have been accidental in the past later beca a calculated business move. When you co across so inexplicable piece of gossip, don’t even think twice: either they’re about to release new work, or their rival is.
However, seeing Xu Qingqiu’s adoring gaze, Chu Tian felt an inexplicable sense of pride.
No wonder so many of our countryn enjoy playing the role of a ntor, he mused. The sense of accomplishnt from guiding others is indeed quite satisfying.
"In that case, Chu Tian, why don’t you help pick one?" Xu Qingqiu suggested, her eyes hopeful.
"Er..."
Chu Tian, who had been reveling in his pride just a mont before, nearly choked on her words.
He was fine with theorizing; after all, he was well-versed from his past life. But asking him to co up with a na? Wasn’t that asking for the impossible? Chu Tian knew his own capabilities. He might lack other skills, but when it ca to being terrible at naming things, he was exceptionally qualified.
"Um, perhaps I shouldn’t overstep my bounds?" Chu Tian hesitated. "It’s your na; you should choose it yourself, don’t you think?"
"But I don’t know how either! Please, just help pick one, okay?" Xu Qingqiu pleaded, shaking his arm gently.
"This..."
Chu Tian felt completely flustered. How was he supposed to choose one? After all that theorizing, what if the na he ca up with was terrible? But seeing the anticipation on Xu Qingqiu’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to admit defeat, could he? Maybe he should just pick one randomly?
He sat at the desk, racking his brains until his head throbbed, pondering for a long ti, scribbling and doodling with a pen, but ultimately, nothing suitable ca to mind.
"How about..." he finally ventured, "...we call you ’One More Bite Won’t Make You Fat’?"
"What? What was that?" Xu Qingqiu exclaid, utterly bewildered.
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