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All the traps ended at this point, and all the audience's eyes turned red with excitement.

Goosebumps crawled all over my body.

"I cried because I was afraid that I would become a harbinger and the harbinger would not dare to dream."

"Yeah, is there anything wrong with flying high? You can't stop just because others laugh at you."

"Being yourself is the most important thing. I love this sentence."

"I want to fly, don't be a Hapi who dares not dream! For the sake of my parents and myself."

When those rappers from the underground listen to Ye Lang's songs, they feel like they are watching themselves along the way, their little thoughts, their vanity, their countless nights of hard work and pretense for the sake of showing off, and their hostility towards their parents. They are old, cannot keep up with the times, and do not understand themselves.

They all lowered their heads now.

Among these people, there are many rich second generations and many wealthy families. They come to play with tickets, and Pickled Pepper is one of them.

But not everyone is rich, and not everyone is born a spoiled child.

Bridget's eyes were red, "Ye Shen, I understand. I will work hard to buy good things for my parents, so that they can eat well, wear well, and live well."

Zhou Yan on the side even smiled crookedly, "Brigi, come on, my mother called and asked about you."

Paojiao looked at everyone's reaction indifferently. He was very surprised. How could this kind of lyrics resonate with so many people?

Why are you so indifferent?

He knew that he was not short of money, but what he lacked most was to experience the pain of life.

Ye Lang's song "Trash Talk" directly touches the most essential and softest part of people's hearts.

It seems to be saying that you can deceive others, but you cannot deceive yourself.

The music was brisk again and everything was relaxing.

"This world is actually not complicated..."

Ye Lang's singing slowly sounded again, this time, lyrical and gentle.

When all the sounds disappeared, Ye Lang smiled slowly and looked at these people from all over the country.

Hot Chicken took the lead in applauding, Zhang Yue rubbed his eyes, Pan Shuai opened his mouth, and Wu Sige still didn't understand, why did Ye Lang choose this form of rap?

Isn’t rap supposed to be fiery, fiery and confrontational?

Seeing Ye Lang standing on the stage like a king, listening to the endless applause and countless cheers from the scene, he fell into deep thought.

Three minutes, three full minutes, the applause lasted for a long time.

Ye Lang waved his hands many times, but failed to make the audience stop.

Liuzhou was holding a tissue in his hand, wiping the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and said slowly: "I have produced hundreds of rap songs, and this is the most perfect one I have ever heard. There is no one else. It's so powerful." , not surprisingly, this is one of the top three works in the history of Chinese rap."

"Director, why is Ye Lang so strong?"

"Xiao Li, you have to know that Ye Lang's lyrics and the combination of the production style are full of a kind of Jianghu atmosphere. This kind of atmosphere is the unique artistic conception in the hearts of us Chinese people. Do you understand, artistic conception? , foreigners are idiots, they know nothing."

The applause finally stopped. At this time, Ye Lang took the microphone, looked at everyone, and said slowly: "The birthplace of rap is abroad, but you must have a question in your mind, that is, why does rap have to be confrontational? Is it keepreal? ? Who told you? Do you have to learn from those black people? They are full of food and have that kind of culture, a culture of violence. Do we also need to learn from them? "

Everyone was shocked.

Yes, when Mom first accepted rap, a group of people were talking about being ruthless, fierce, dissing, and conflicting.

Who said that, is it always right? This is obviously the opposite of nine-year compulsory education!

Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up when Ye Lang saw this.

"We Chinese people don't like confrontation, we like win-win cooperation. I won't offend others unless they offend me. As a result, it's really meaningless to scold them when they get on stage. They all look like grumpy beetles. Are they still Chinese? Take off. If you lose your skin, you are a foreigner!"

"Why has no one thought about our Chinese rap? Are you tired of the famous cars, Ferraris and Rolexes every day? Don't you think those words are retarded? Adding English to Chinese every day makes you look awesome?"

"Haha, stop making trouble, it's just rubbish."

After Ye Lang said these words, everyone fell silent.

Wu Sige felt that his musical worldview had been impacted, seriously impacted.

He received education abroad since he was a child, then went to Bangzi Country to be a trainee, and finally returned to China to debut. This experience made him have a weak sense of family and country, and internationally speaking, he is no longer Chinese.

For him, he couldn't understand why there was still Chinese-style rap?

Why can a song like Nunchaku make fans all over the country excited?

He also didn't understand that "Trash Talk" had stolen everyone's eyes, breath, and soul.

"Chinese rap has a Chinese style. When I was a child, I saw gangsters, ordinary people, and common people. This is the world."

"What are Jianghus? Wherever there are people, there are Jianghus. Jianghus are not about fighting and killing, Jianghus are about human relationships!"

After Ye Lang finished speaking, he put the microphone on the ground, turned around and walked off the stage.

At this moment, everyone was still immersed in Ye Lang's words just now.

"Jianghu is not about fighting and killing. Jianghu is about human relations."

"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes."

"Why isn't there China's own style? Yes, China's own style of rap is also rap? Why do some people say it's not authentic? Does it have to be the same as those foreigners to be authentic?"

At this moment, everyone realized one thing. Ye Lang's terrifying storytelling ability and exaggerated line drawing technique. Every word he said brought a picture, just like the classic characters in the TV series. Everyone felt like it. With BGM.

"Ye Lang! Ye Lang! Ye Lang!"

The mountains roar and the tsunami continues for a long time.

While Ye Lang was sitting backstage, Liu Zhou said on his channel: "Four mentors, would you like to comment?"

Wu Sige was confused. Comment? Comments are nothing, they are already at this level, what else should I comment on?

Hot chicken Zhang Yue and Pan Shuai had to bite the bullet and couldn't hold back a single word for a long time.

They really can't comment on this level. Forcibly calling themselves teacher is really embarrassing, blushing, and shameful.

"This round, Beibei and Ye Lang, the final winner is..."

The host's thick voice came.

All the audience were shouting: "Ye Lang! Ye Lang! Ye Lang!"

These underground rappers had never seen such a battle before, and every one of them had their legs weak from fear.

They have been in the small venue for a long time, and the pressure of thousands of spectators shouting at the same time is too strong.

Watching it on TV is one thing, but experiencing it live is another.