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

Delulu frowned, her cat brain filled with confusion, and she suppressed the urge to hiss.

She made a silent note in her mind.

[The first rule of the Earth's Black Law: Black people have a poor ability to express emotions, seeming to easily confuse anger and joy. In extreme joy, they may unleash angry roars accompanied by a large amount of profanity, suggesting a possible dysfunction in the areas of the brain that control emotions. It is recommended to conduct brain experiments on several Black individuals to determine whether this is an individual ailment or a significant deficiency in emotional control across the entire population.]

Dailulu reluctantly signed the contract.

She couldn't understand why the people in the waiting area thought it sounded bad, but the judges thought it sounded good.

"I get it, meow! It's because the guys in the waiting area can't get past meow! Their taste is too low; they can't understand my moving song, meow. But why do I also think it sounds awful, meow?"

Dailulu took a couple of steps and then realized, "I get it, meow! It's because my musical talent is too high. Songs that I can't even appreciate are top-notch masterpieces in the eyes of professionals. If I were to seriously make one, I'd be soaring to new heights, meow!"

Her heart couldn't help but flutter, and she even skipped back to the waiting room with a lighter step.

Li Ji asked excitedly, "How is it? Did the judge's eardrum bleed?"

Delulu remained silent, only smiling.

Milia said, "Looks like the class monitor can finally go back to the gang, meow."

"Na~na~na~Standing before you is the next superstar, meow!"

"Huh? How could something that sounds so awful pass?" Milia asked, puzzled.

"That's your taste, meow. Right, Shark Baby?"

Shark nodded repeatedly: "The class monitor's song is simply divine."

Li Ji remained silent, but laughed out loud.

He couldn't stop laughing at the thought that the judges were practically dying from listening, but because they were wary of Dailulu's identity as a gangster murderer, they had to listen patiently the whole time and even give her high praise in a serious manner.

An excited shout came from outside the door: "Give me a chance! My music is really awesome!"

Two burly men dragged the struggling man in the headscarf out.

Not long after, the man in the headscarf rushed past the door, chattering incessantly. Two burly men followed closely behind.

As if time had reversed, they saw the big man dragging that person past the door again.

Then the guy in the headscarf hurriedly ran back from the door, chattering away.

Li Ji was somewhat dazed: "Am I trapped in a time loop?"

"Why is he so insistent, meow? What's the big deal about missing this opportunity, meow?"

"do not know."

The black guys in the back row could only shake their heads helplessly as they watched them talking without any real understanding of the situation.

This talent show is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for these underprivileged kids.

Once you pass the selection process, the organizers will provide comprehensive support, including song release, chart ranking, music video production, and even music festival opportunities. If you become popular, you'll receive massive support; if you don't, there will be follow-up collaborations in music production.

They don't know how long it will take for their songs to be seen by the public after they post them online.

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A silver microphone hung from above his head, and Lee Ki could clearly see the texture of the microphone.

Looking out through the transparent glass of the recording studio, a Black producer wearing headphones sat in front of the music stage, intently watching the audio tracks on the computer.

Sitting next to them was a portly Black judge, who was also their current boss—Matata.

His three companions sat on the sofa in the back.

This was Lee Ki's first time entering a professional recording studio, and he was inexplicably excited.

But seeing that microphone left them at a loss.

"What should I do?" Matata said through the microphone, "You're a nigga, do what you want, just say whatever you want in the backing track. Don't worry, with Peace Dove around, he's the best. He's helped produce for many Grammy singers. Trust me, no matter how they sing, he can make a top-notch hot shit."

The peace dove confidently flashed a "V" sign.

Li Ji picked up his headphones, and a rhythmic accompaniment came through. Although he couldn't understand it, it sounded pretty good. The thought of having to play a huge tune on this accompaniment made him laugh.

"Are you ready?"

Li Ji nodded.

Accompanied by aggressive and rapid drumbeats, Li Ji spoke urgently.

"Clapping bamboo clappers, we enter the street, shops lined up on both sides for business."

There are buyers and sellers.

There is also this facade and signboard.

Gold signboard, silver signboard
It was hung up inside and out…

Li Ji put all his effort into performing a traditional "Rat Comes to Earth" routine, which he learned from watching CCTV3 when he was a child. He never expected it would come in handy.

The two people outside first frowned, and then nodded in unison, their brows furrowing more and more tightly.

As a seasoned music producer, Peace Dove has studied various rhythmic music styles, but the rhythm of LK's rap is one he has never heard before.

It's not exactly catchy, but it's incredibly addictive, and you might even feel an urge to applaud.

His mind was filled with confusion. He thought rhythm was his forte, but now, hearing this piece of music that wasn't stuck on the accompaniment at all, yet had an unusually strong sense of rhythm, he began to question his own musical literacy.

"Do you have an idea?" asked the boss, Matata, puzzled.

"I'm 0."

"You mean you have absolutely no ideas? Don't you usually have a direction for production just from what you hear?"

"He is like a hurricane, and I am a sailboat on the sea."

“He’s got you all confused. I’m a little confused too.” Matata tapped her fingers lightly to the awkward rhythm of Li Ji’s movements. “He’s not even on the beat. Is this an off-beat?”

After Li Ji finished singing, the two of them applauded enthusiastically.

But you could see confusion and worry on their faces.

The peace dove kept scratching its head, completely clueless.

Li Ji knew that the applause wasn't for him, but for the gun on his waist.

He returned to the sofa, and his companions looked at him with surprise: "You can really meow?"

Li Ji himself wanted to laugh, and he covered his mouth, saying, "I guess I know a little bit."

Next up was Milia, who was also completely bewildered.

Everyone who joined the company was hoping for some training, but Matata declined, citing that everyone was a Black gangster, and instead let him experience the awe of an alien world.

Milia stood inside, rubbing her hands awkwardly.

Matata encouraged, "Go for it! Say whatever you want."

He was certain it wouldn't be worse than the last one.

As the music started, Milia's mouth couldn't keep up with her thoughts: "Well, I'll just say a few words. You asked me to say a few words, so I'll say a few words. Specifically, which two words? Mainly these two words. The first word is this one, and the second word is this one. These two words are what I wanted to say. I said two words, but it seems like I didn't say anything at all. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

The peace dove froze. He hadn't expected that this was a pure off-beat piece, which had nothing to do with the accompaniment or even the rhythm.

He looked at Matata helplessly. (End of Chapter)