Volume One, Chapter 102: Nobody Move, I’m About to Show Off

Reasonable? Reasonable my ass!

At that explanation, everyone was stunned.

What kind of explanation was that?

He was plainly saying he did not like either song. He just picked the one by A-Gou because it was in pure Chinese and had a couple of idioms in it.

Wasnt that just offending both of them at once?

Behind him, Guan Zongyuan did not know whether to laugh or cry.

To be honest, he really liked this kind of segment. If it had been anyone else, he probably would have been grinning from ear to ear by now. But this was Jiang Yu, the one specifically mentioned from above. If he had not worried that the audience below the stage would misunderstand, he would have dragged him down himself.

What in the world was this mess?

At that moment, Guan Zongyuan hated the woman on the judges' panel named Mei Mei to the bone. There was no way to save Jiang Yu now, so he could only do something to make up for it.

He had already made up his mind: at the very least, within his own circle, he would blacklist this Mei Mei outright, and hope things would not become too awkward with Jiang Yu.

When the audience heard it, they burst out laughing.

They knew Jiang Yu was going to be the guest mentor for this episode, so they had bought tickets and come to watch.

His fans knew their idol well enough. They knew Jiang Yu was fierce, but this was far too fierce; he actually dared say something like that.

"Damn, Brother Yu is incredible. I am dying of laughter!"

"Honestly, I think Brother Yu is right. If the show starts with 'China,' then why not pick something with more Chinese in it? Why choose foreign language instead? I cant understand it either."

"That is rhyme! That is the trend in our circle, do you even get it? What are you doing here if you do not even understand rap?"

"Are you sick in the head? Who told you I came here because of rap? I came here to see Brother Yu."

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In truth, Jiang Yu was a little helpless too. When he said those words, all he wanted was to avoid any ugly public feud and let his family see the programs he had appeared on in a proper way. He had never expected it to turn into this.

But after thinking it over, he had not been wrong. China has rap, yes, but if the English in it is a little sparse, that would not matter. One sentence, five words, and four of them are English. If you do not choose the one with more Chinese and instead choose the damn one with more English, isnt that just mentally ill?

After hearing Jiang Yu's reason, Honghua Hui A Bin immediately blew up.

And when he heard the audience talking in the venue, he got even angrier.

He was a rapper, someone who cursed heaven, earth, and the air itself. How could he be taken down by some rookie who had only debuted a few months ago?

"What the hell do you know about rap!"

Though he had no microphone, his voice filled the entire hall.

And that guy called AKA Dog Brother was also full of fury. Even though Jiang Yu had given him the vote, that was not the kind of vote he wanted at all.

"Brother Bin is right. Someone who does not understand rap is spouting nonsense here. The rap world does not welcome people like you! You have insulted rap. Apologize to rap!"

At those two lines, everyone in the venue exploded.

Instantly, a buzz of discussion rose across the hall.

"I think what they said makes sense. Jiang Yu just does not understand rap. Does someone who does not understand rap even deserve to be a mentor to rappers? That is disgusting!"

"Our Brother Yu does not understand rap? What kind of dog trash are you? Songs like 'Map of Mountains and Rivers' and 'Campaign' are rap. What do you call your stuff?"

"Exactly. Do those two even deserve it?"

Jiang Yu's songs were all full of positive energy, and most of his fans had a good worldview too.

They did not want to argue with anyone in the comments, so they started spamming Jiang Yu's songs instead, directly flooding the vile abuse off the screen.

In the next moment, the audience began chanting "Map of Mountains and Rivers" and "Campaign," their voices spreading to every corner of the studio.

When Jiang Yu came on the show, he had been calm enough, but hearing those two shout across the entire recording hall, his expression darkened.

I was not planning to cause trouble!

Nobody move. I am going to start showing off.

"You just said I do not understand rap?" Jiang Yu looked coolly at the two men waiting on stage.

"Do you?" Honghua Hui A Bin lifted his chin arrogantly at Jiang Yu. "When I sang, didnt you hear how loud the applause was? Let me tell you, you will never write a song like that in your entire life!"

"Thanks. You are actually kind of a nice person."

Hearing that, Jiang Yu first let out a laugh. This guy was wishing he could never write such a song, and he still was not a good person?

But then his expression turned cold again.

"A song full of filth and foul language, with no decency at all. This whole circle really does need a proper cleanup!"

With that, Jiang Yu stood up and pulled a USB drive from his backpack.

The song he had originally chosen was one with positive energy, like "Campaign." But these people really did not know what was good for them.

"Director Guan, I want to change the song."

Guan Zongyuan in the control room froze for a moment, then nodded. A staff member ran over to Jiang Yu and took the USB drive.

Jiang Yu picked up the microphone and walked onto the stage. Looking at the angry yet arrogant faces of the two men, he said, "Actually, youre right. I am not a rapper!"

Explosive music burst out at that moment.

"A master leads you through the door, but practice is your own affair!"

"I advise you to learn how to be a person before you learn rap!"

"I represent China, I represent singers, I represent all of us!"

"Please, when you go out and mix around, do not say you know us!"

So direct.

The old fans, hearing this song, suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.

They had almost forgotten that not long after Jiang Yu debuted, there had been a song that had even influenced some major business giants.

That song was "Do Not Bite Me."

Was he going to go on the attack again?

And Jiang Yu answered the fans' doubt with action.

"You were ungrateful and tattled behind my back."

"You turned Chinese rap into what it is today."

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"So good at fighting, huh? Fine, you take first place this time."

"I am not just talking about you. Most of you are trash too."

"They have no culture, no decency, no conscience."

"I refuse to call myself a rapper, because I am afraid it will drag down my character!"

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"Whether you are an idol or a star, sorry, but your songs get worse with every single one!"

By then, the audience had erupted into wild screams.

Sure enough, Jiang Yu was still Jiang Yu. That was vicious enough, saying right to their faces that they were trash.

"Damn, Brother Yu, you are too insane!"

"Hahaha, I am soaked with laughter, this is killing me!"

"He is singing rap but refuses to admit he is a rapper. And the key point is, the rap he sings is so much stronger than these contestants' by who knows how many levels. Is this what a genius singer looks like?"

"Trash, keyboard warriors, this is the Jiang Yu you all kept saying does not understand rap. Come on then, keep arguing. Why are you quiet now?"

But Jiang Yu was not done yet.

Aren't you rappers all so cocky?

Dont you love face-to-face battle and showing off your skills?

Today, I will make you understand what it means to go straight for the throat.

Jiang Yu shifted his gaze to the two men who had just been cursing onstage, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly...