Superstar's Development Diary

The surging flames arrived in an instant, and the bright red dance costume He Jinxia was wearing seemed to catch fire as well. She desperately tried to escape, inhaling billowing black smoke that left her throat parched and sore.

She had checked everything beforehand; the red candle was far from the curtain. Even if it accidentally fell, it shouldn't have set the curtain ablaze. Why did it still happen?

Once she had finished this last performance of the Jinghong Dance, she would no longer be the top performer at Yiren Pavilion or the renowned Oiran that shocked the World. She would have become the wife of the foremost scholar of the Capital!

A grand wedding banquet was waiting for her. She couldn't die, she absolutely couldn't!

He Jinxia charged toward the wooden door with fierce determination, almost escaping when suddenly, without warning, the door slammed shut. The last thing she saw was her sister's smug, triumphant face.

Through the Daoist Sect, her sister's voice came softly, melodious as the song of orioles, "Sister, you go on. I will take good care of your husband for you."

In that instant, He Jinxia felt a chill throughout her body. In the blink of an eye, the flames caught her dance costume, turning her instantly into a human torch—

She died with eyes wide open!

Suddenly, she opened her eyes.

Gasperping heavily, slight noises from outside stimulated her fragile nerves. She glanced around.

Evening's twilight streamed diagonally through the open window, coating the room with a warm hue, the pale blue bed sheets, the faux-wood flooring, a few books scattered carelessly on the floor.

This was her room.

He Jinxia took a deep breath of relief, reaching up to touch her forehead, slick with cold sweat.

Having been here for half a month, she would still often dream about her previous life—

The Oiran who had just passed the prime of her youth.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth, maybe adding the line, "The Oiran about to reform and get married?"

Shaking her head lightly, she got out of bed.

As she opened the door, the noisy voices amplified; some people were still enthusiastically discussing in the hallway, their faces hanging with a layer of insincere pity:

"Ah, we're all from the same team, having been together for four years, how can they just kick someone out like that? Jinxia is really pitiful."

When someone saw He Jinxia, they quickly pulled the speaker, who continued to mutter, "Hey, why are you pulling me? What I said is true!"

He Jinxia coughed a few times.

The person looked up, their complaints freezing on their face, replaced by embarrassment.

The woman forced a stiff smile and hurriedly said, "Hehe, Jinxia, you were resting in the room, huh? That new hairstyle makes you look much prettier, I almost didn't recognize you. At this time, I thought you were going to—"

She suddenly stopped, realizing she had said the wrong thing, and ended the awkward chat crisply, "Sorry to bother you, we've got another appointment, we'll be leaving first!"

A group of people quickly scurried away.

He Jinxia leaned against the door, watching their retreating figures, feeling somewhat dazed.

Half a month ago, when she had first crossed over, it was when this body was in the worst condition, kicked out by a moderately popular second-tier girl group.

This body's appearance and physique were simply too poor, a bit overweight, which made her otherwise fine features look ordinary. Even though her skin looked good, it couldn't compete with those with "snake-face" looks.

Not to mention, the owner of the body also had what were dubbed the beauty-killers "Bucket waist" and "elephant legs," and her temperament was increasingly souring, becoming increasingly moody.

He Jinxia thought of the pile of diet pills placed by her bed and the photo of her body from four years ago, her eyes inevitably dimming, heaven pity, obesity led to her rise and fall.

Four years ago, Hua Country made significant progress in virtual reality technology. Scientists had optimized the method of converting 2D planes into 3D technology. It was no longer necessary to use various complex algorithms; instead, a specially made device could be fitted onto a person to achieve the technological transformation.

This impact meant that not only movies, but also TV dramas, variety shows, etc. could utilize 3D technology. Audiences only needed to wear a special pair of glasses to experience it all through TVs, computers, or smartphones.

Celebrities' subtlest expressions and movements were magnified multiple times onto the faces of the audience, who could see the celebrities' true body data through this technology, which initially caused quite a bit of chaos.

Because those celebrities—they were all—so! thin!

Thin people were pushing humanity to the edge!

In the past, people could only see 2D images, and celebrities' bodies appeared fatter through the camera. To look good on screen, they had to be thinner than average people.

Perhaps every celebrity being thin angered a lot of netizens. Overweight people felt they were detestable, while those of normal weight thought they were too skinny, which seemed disturbing, sparking a nationwide anti-thinness trend.

Under that backdrop, He Jinxia, as a member of the slightly overweight community, bravely participated in a singing program. Passing through stages, she successfully made it into the national top ten and smoothly debuted with the other nine finalists in a group.

That year, she was only sixteen.

But unfortunately, the good times did not last long...

This technology was a boon for celebrities, as it meant they no longer needed to diet and control their weight excessively. Soon, those celebrities regained a normal standard weight and adapted well.

However, He Jinxia only strayed further on the path of being overweight, never to return.

Four years after the group was formed, except for the first year when she was just slightly overweight and managed quite well thanks to her charming appearance and outstanding singing, her situation began to sour.

By the second year, her weight had suddenly increased, and some negative comments started to circulate.

The original person had tried many ways to lose weight, with a history of dieting spanning three years, all unsuccessful, and she had only gotten increasingly fatter. At first, she had still gone to the hospital, but in the last two years, she had not even dared to do so.

He Jinxia frowned slightly, somewhat disapproving of such practices, but everyone has the right to choose. The original He Jinxia had chosen a path of desperate struggle that led nowhere, eventually dying unhappily from an overdose of pills.

"Ding-a-ling—", a phone ring interrupted her thoughts.

"He Jinxia, I need to see you in the second-floor meeting room within half an hour to discuss the handover of your agent,"

With those chilling words, the person hung up the phone, giving no chance for He Jinxia to respond.

He Jinxia glanced at her darkened phone screen, slowly straightened her clothes, and confidently walked towards the company.

After arriving at the company, a little mishap occurred. She was preparing to take the stairs to the second floor, but just as she approached the stairwell, she was stopped by the panting receptionist, who asked her to register her identity.

Calmly, He Jinxia handed over her ID card. The receptionist looked back and forth between the ID card and her for a long time before finally managing to say, "No need to register. You can go up directly."

He Jinxia took back her ID card and politely replied, "Thank you."

Then she continued to walk up the stairs, unruffled.

The receptionist watched her back for a long while, somewhat bewildered. Was this He Jinxia?

Something felt off. How come her demeanor felt completely different from that eerie vibe half a month ago? Although her face was still the same, her demeanor was mysteriously calm, making her look both confident and composed!

That's why she hadn't recognized her at first.