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

Matata tugged at her double chin, "Actually, the lyrics are quite philosophical. Especially the last two lines, 'Sorry for wasting your time.' There's a touch of nihilism in them. Did you feel it?"

"The blender is swirling in my head."

"I understand. Next!"

Shark excitedly stood under the microphone and kept jumping to reach its height.

Matata instructed her assistant to go in and help mediate.

Shark said, "No need, I want it this way."

Matata and the peace dove immediately perked up.

They had never seen such a peculiar recording method before; perhaps the child had some brilliant ideas.

As the music started, Shark Baby jumped around and shouted, "I! Am! Shark! Baby! I! Am! Shark! Baby!"

The peace dove quickly turned down the volume, almost crushing the earphones in its hand.

Shark didn't just jump right in front of the microphone and utter a word; it uttered a word at random intervals.

Peace Dove felt as if the sound in the earphones was a spear moving in and out of his eardrums, sometimes near, sometimes far.

Shark Baby straightened her back and spoke into the microphone above her head: "Whew! That felt great—"

A powerful shout resounded, making the microphone vibrate. Even through the thick soundproof wall, Li Ji could hear the commotion inside.

The peace doves even had to remove their earpieces to avoid being killed.

Lee Ki felt a little sorry for this Grammy-level producer.

Next up, Delulu.

"You guys record first, I'm really craving it, I have to record right now. Record well, my sister Lulu is amazing."

Matata quickly stood up and ran away, covering her head.

The peace dove looked at this woman with a powerful aura. Her upright posture, elegant cat-like gait, and top-notch image management all indicated that this person was something special.

Since they're the last to appear, they should know a little bit.

Through the glass, Delulu smiled confidently and waved to the peace dove.

The peace dove gave her a "V" sign.

At this moment, he was still unaware of the seriousness of the problem, while Li Ji and Milia on the sofa had already started laughing.

Dailulu put on her headphones, pointed them at the microphone, and gave an "OK" sign to the outside.

The peace dove solemnly started playing accompaniment, and a sharp cat meow came from beside my ear.

"Meow~"

He was startled, but this was just the beginning.

The incessant, piercing sounds of a cat kept pouring from his headphones. He tried to take them off several times, but seeing the pistol sticking out of Delulu's pocket, he had no choice but to swallow his anger.

At that moment, he finally understood why Matata had fled in terror.

Li Ji was extremely relieved that he couldn't hear Dai Lulu's weapon of mass destruction.

The peace dove listened to the song through gritted teeth, its toes practically digging through the floorboards.

He couldn't understand why there was such terrifying noise in the world. He could understand if the sound came from a jackhammer or a tractor, but why could humans make such an unpleasant noise?

He regretted it; he shouldn't have come to help.

He had heard that gang members had been recruited this time, and he volunteered to help record the audio for free, hoping to get to know the gang members. Fortunately, he had connections in the underworld.

But he was wrong. He shouldn't have gotten involved with the underworld. He should have just been an ordinary rich man and not been blinded by the thrills and grudges of street life.

Originally, four people shared one accompaniment, each singing a verse. But Dailulu sang from beginning to end, not even missing the intro, interlude, and outro, filling the entire accompaniment with her terrifying "meow meow meow~" without missing a single second.

"Why did I have to make such a long accompaniment?"

As the progress bar neared its end, the peace dove seemed to see a glimmer of hope.

"It's almost over."

The accompaniment ended, but silence did not arrive as expected.

All the music disappeared, leaving only an endless string of meows.

"I want to go home!" Ten minutes later, Delulu put down her headphones with satisfaction and looked out the glass. Peace doves were lying on the table, and two tear tracks glistened under the light behind her sunglasses.

Dailulu laughed: "As expected of me, Meow. You actually made someone cry. I love music, I should bring this heavenly sound to the Interstellar Alliance, Meow."

Recording finished, one take.

After all, if they recorded the peace dove a few more times, it would commit suicide.

He told everyone to go have a meeting with Matata first, as he needed some time to calm down—no, to finish producing the song.

In the conference room, Matata felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at Delulu.

He tried to push the door open a few times, but seeing through the crack that Delulu was still meowing inside, he had to smoke a few more cigarettes.

The assistant plays a beautifully designed PowerPoint presentation.

"We're going to package the four of you into the hottest rap group of the year."

The four people looked at each other, bewildered: "Us?"

"That's right. The group is positioned as a local New York Bloods rap group, with a focus on the image of a ruthless street criminal, making dark-style music, mainly based on Detroit, Memphis, and UK Drill."

The four shook their heads repeatedly: "We don't understand at all."

"It's okay if you don't understand, let's choose a group name first."

Several group names appeared on the PPT.

[Social scum]

Public Enemy of America

Pure scum

"Is this pure swearing?"

Matata rubbed her hands together: "This is more in line with everyone's image."

Four pairs of eyes glared fiercely at him.

"So what name do you want?"

Dailulu excitedly raised her hand: "Meow Meow Band!"

"Eh?"

"That's fine, let's leave it at that."

The three agreed unanimously. Li Ji had no idea about the team's name; anything was fine with him.

"It's much better than pure scum."

Matata frowned: "This doesn't fit our team's style. Meow Meow Band sounds like street kids."

Li Ji casually suggested, "Then let's call it the Meow Meow Gang."

"That's okay too."

Matata then assigned roles to everyone.

Li Ji's character is a well-educated college student who joins a gang due to his passion for crime, becoming the gang's strategist and advisor.

"It's fairly positive, but not exciting enough."

Matata frowned: "How exciting do you want it to be?"

Lee Ki crossed his legs and tapped his fingers lightly on the table: "I should be an international student who came to the United States from Congo to study. Because of the threat of the bad local security, I had to join a gang for protection. I developed a deep friendship with my African American companions in the gang, but I also gradually sank into crime."

"In the end, I was expelled from school and became deeply involved in gangs. Meanwhile, our motherland was waiting for me to learn America's advanced nuclear physics technology and return to secretly develop our first atomic bomb. This study abroad program could only send one student out every ten years, and I wasted it."

"This reflects the tragedy of backward small countries in the era of neocolonialism and the corrosive influence of American gangster culture on people's hearts. This is not only a persona, but also a powerful cannonball fired at neocolonialism!"

After a long silence, Matata finally asked, "So you're developing a nuclear bomb for the Blood Gang?"

"It's just a persona! But it's not impossible, we can write it into the lyrics."

"That would be great."

Delulu hurriedly said, "Never mind him, meow. What's my character, meow?" (End of Chapter)