He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

The judge's tone softened slightly: "You don't need to rap anymore. You passed, come over and sign."

Li Ji frowned even more, suspecting that the other party's black accent was too heavy and he hadn't heard clearly.

"Sorry, I beg your pardon."

The judge frowned; he couldn't believe what the other person was saying.

Whose gang member is so polite? They even say "please." Or is he being sarcastic or mocking?
Oh, that must be it. He's being sarcastic and arrogant towards me. That's great, this character is fantastic.

The judges repeated what they had just said.

Lee Ki was even more confused: "But this is a music talent show, don't I need to perform my music?"

The judges shook their heads: "Absolutely not. You're a nigga, you're a gangster, you already have all the elements to become a rap star. We're going to give you a big push! After this is over, we'll make your first single."

Li Ji felt lightheaded. Was this going too smoothly?
He hastily signed the papers and returned to the waiting room.

The judges breathed a sigh of relief as they watched Li Ji's departing figure.

The phone call between Fatty and himself just now was still ringing in his ears.

"If you don't let my brothers and sisters through, you'd better pray you see the sun rise tomorrow morning."

He clutched his chest, his heart still pounding, and glanced at the list; there were two more Blood Gang members at the back.

A frail and reserved Black woman stepped onto the stage with her arms crossed and small, delicate steps. Her eyes were as fragile as a fawn's, her legs were turned inward, her head was slightly lowered, and she dared not look directly into anyone's eyes.

She lacked the confidence and efficiency of a Black girl.

The judges glanced at the materials and scratched their heads.

"Is this also a Gangster?"

Black girls from the streets are often confident and arrogant, like lionesses. This is their camouflage; only by appearing fierce can they avoid being bullied in the dog-eat-dog slums.

Black girls from highly educated families tend to be more gentle, but they are not as coy.

She looked like the kind of nerdy white girl that the cheerleader captain would laugh at.

The judge was completely bewildered, but when he noticed the beauty mark tattoo at the corner of the eye, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This kind of tattoo isn't something you can just get anywhere within a gang; it's a symbol of someone who has killed someone.

The judges suddenly realized that this wasn't coyness, but rather yandere; this kind of girl could be incredibly ruthless when she wanted to kill.

He asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"

“milove”.

Millia was so nervous that her voice was barely audible.

She had no confidence in the selection process and didn't even know why she was doing it.

She listened to those black guys chattering away in the waiting room, her mind buzzing, completely unable to understand why their talking was music.

She and Delulu were thinking about getting eliminated early so they could go back and have a street brawl. That would be so much fun!

The judges didn't hear clearly, but still forced a smile: "That was really nice, congratulations on passing."

"Huh?" Milia stared wide-eyed in confusion. "But I didn't do anything!"

The judges said earnestly, "The voice, intonation, and rhythm you displayed when you pronounced your name just now were simply those of a born rap star!"

"me?"

Milia pointed to herself, confused; she was even more bewildered now.

"Yeah, that's right." The judge got more and more excited as he spoke, seemingly starting to believe it himself. "Your personality, combined with your background, is such a striking contrast. There's absolutely no female rapper like you on the market. You're going to be a star!"

"me?"

Milia held her face in her hands, her eyes wide with confusion.

After she signed the contract, Dailulu made her appearance. The judge wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Finally, it's the last one."

Delulu confidently strode onto the stage like a cat.

She looked down at the judges as if they were trash.

Although she was temporarily persuaded by Li Ji, the more she thought about it in the waiting area, the more uneasy she felt. The people there were all ordinary-level black guys, which was completely inconsistent with her status as a pure-blooded gangster.

She astutely concluded that this kind of music was a product of ordinary black men cosplaying criminals, and it couldn't reflect criminal life at all, at least not the show.

She was fully prepared and knew she would be eliminated.

"You passed."

"Meow?"

Delulu stared at the judge in disbelief, startling him so much that he shrank back, pressing his back against the chair.

The judge swallowed hard. He had seen this kind of woman before: confident, high-spirited, and arrogant—a typical female boss on the street. That fierce look in her eyes was a warning to attack.

Is there anything you're unhappy about?

"There's no interview process, meow?"

Yes! Yes! Yes! What's your name?

"Dairuru meow".

She wouldn't stoop to such a street nickname; "lil lulu" sounded utterly stupid.

The judge complimented, "You're a pure gangster, the kind of cool female boss you look like. I like your dreadlocks, they're so cool."

Dailu retorted, "What nonsense are you spouting, meow? This isn't a music program, meow!"

"Okay, okay, please show us your music."

"Meow meow meow~ Meow meow meow meow~ Meow meow meow~ Meow meow meow~"

Dailulu was confident. This was an impromptu, random "meowing" song that was absolutely noisy. She had already driven Li Ji to the brink of suicide backstage, and she had sung eight contestants away from the waiting room.

Aside from Shark Baby being his backup dancer, there were no positive reviews from the entire audience.

This song sounds like 108 cats merging into a giant cat ball, arguing about who should form the head, and eventually all of them become the head and start howling.

Lee Chi once commented: "This song fills the gap that the earth has no weapons of mass destruction of sound. If this song becomes popular, the UN Security Council will sign the 'Nonproliferation Agreement' overnight, and countries around the world will step up their research on various tactics of sound warfare and improve their ability to accurately deliver this song to enemy military facilities."

She was certain that this song would get her eliminated, and then she could go back to the gang for further evaluation.

She could clearly see that the three people opposite her looked troubled.

The bodyguard kept his lips tightly shut, his hands gripping his thighs, and he had an urge to cover his ears.

The judge's brows were furrowed, his teeth clenched, and his face had turned a deep purplish-red, as if he could be silenced if he held his breath. His hands gripped the pen so tightly he almost snapped it in two.

"Meow meow meow~"

"Snapped--"

As Dailulu's enchanting voice ended, the pen in the judge's hand snapped in two.

Delulu smiled contentedly: "How was my song, meow?"

When she saw the other person's reaction, her expression froze instantly.

The judges managed a smile and clapped enthusiastically, the applause loud and clear.

His face was contorted in a grimace, covered in dark wrinkles, as if only with such a strained expression could he utter the following words.

"This is simply the best song I've heard today. I love your flow and your tone. This feline tone is unique. Many female rappers try to create a sexy wildcat image, but you are the only pure wildcat. You're so wild."

The judge gritted his teeth and shouted excitedly, almost as if cursing, "God damn! This song is so fucking good, so fucking good that I want to fucking end my fucking miserable life! Can someone fucking tell me why I'm here listening to this fucking moving song? I'm fucking so happy! My NIGGA!" (End of Chapter)