You're Already the Champion

Although "The Voice" seemed to have changed its script, Bai Youlou and Long Ziqiang would probably be staying on this stage for quite a while longer.

But the two of them hadn't bailed on "New Rap."

They still had to register, after all.

Whether they would actually participate after registering would depend on what happened next.

"Talent Show" was about to start airing, and this was only the beginning. Who knew whether "The Voice" could withstand the pressure after a few more programs aired?

They also weren't sure what exactly that old schemer Zhen Dongjun had hidden up his sleeve.

After all, although the possibility that he was simply acting crazy was small, that didn't mean it was nonexistent.

Faced with these "variables," all Bai Youlou could do was launch a "saturation attack."

Come on, pee!

"The atmosphere here is clearly different!"

Inside a hotel conference room, Bai Youlou and Long Ziqiang sat on chairs, each holding a bottle of mineral water and chatting aimlessly.

Long Ziqiang found it fresh. He had accompanied Bai Youlou to so many programs, and at most registration sites or backstage areas, the contestants he saw were generally the type whose faces were covered in dreams and aspirations.

They might also be nervous and bewildered.

Tong Fangming, the young guy they had met on "Tomorrow's Star Show," was a typical example. One look at them and you could tell that they were either inexperienced in the ways of the world or had faces full of stories.

But things were rather interesting on "New Rap"!

Normally, Bai Youlou and Long Ziqiang's worldly-guy duo would stand out wherever they went, but here, they were utterly ordinary.

Every contestant who came to register was arrogant, looking down their noses at everyone.

The visual effect was dazzling too. There were clothes in every possible color.

And what they wore was, well... It should count as trendy, right?

In any case, Long Ziqiang had almost been unable to resist straightening the hat of the young man sitting in front of him. And that guy wearing low-crotch pants who insisted on exposing half his underwear—he really wanted to sew the thing shut for him!

Just looking at them was enough to trigger his obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

As for why everyone was sitting there, they were mainly waiting to pee.

Peeing wasn't something that happened instantly just because you wanted it to.

Bai Youlou and Long Ziqiang were already on their second bottles, but they still didn't feel the slightest urge to go.

All they could do was observe the diversity of the human species while continuing to build up the pressure.

Another ten minutes or so passed before Long Ziqiang suddenly perked up. "It's coming!"

"I've been holding it in for ages. I was just waiting for you. Let's go, let's go."

The strange thing was that just as the two of them stood up, three or four trendy youths beside them also rose to their feet. It was as though everyone had suddenly felt the urge to pee at the same moment.

The sight was rather astonishing. It felt just like how girls who lived together in a dormitory for long enough would gradually find their menstrual cycles moving into sync.

Who went to pee alone?

Of course they had to go in a group.

Let's go, let's go!

What did it feel like to have people watching you pee?

Bai Youlou wasn't nervous in the slightest. Surely no one would really feel inferior about something like this, right?

Right? Right?

But what he hadn't expected was that the so-called urine test organized by the "New Rap" production team was surprisingly serious, as though it were declaring that no demons or monsters should even think about sneaking onto the show.

In reality, though, it was strict on the outside but lax on the inside.

There was only one staff member stationed in the place where they peed, and he was incredibly inattentive, as though he didn't care at all what tricks the contestants might pull.

Bai Youlou had just pulled out his Heavenly Halberd when a guy with an afro suddenly leaned toward him. "Bro, can I borrow... Holy crap!"

That "holy crap" was so loud that it instantly drew everyone's attention.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Bai Youlou could barely handle it. It might have been better if they had all been changed into pretty girls.

He hurriedly turned away, filled the test tube, and then emptied the chamber.

After finishing, he looked again at the guy who had just shouted "holy crap." "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to borrow some urine."

"Not a single drop left. Ask someone else."

Hearing that, the other guy helplessly turned toward Long Ziqiang.

But that guy was already undoing his belt. "Don't look at me. I'm out too. Damn, this is a first. Someone actually wants to borrow pee."

Clearly, even Long Ziqiang found something this absurd rather comical.

But the shameless guy still winked at Bai Youlou, three parts envious and seven parts teasing.

His eyes seemed to say: We really showed them something this time, Brother Lou!

This was not the kind of thing he wanted them to learn from!

Bai Youlou was a little worried that these rappers might treat his "special talent" as material and write it into a song later.

Of course, they might not go that far on the show, but when these people released songs privately, anything went.

As it turned out, his worries were justified.

He had suddenly become a "big star."

"Here it comes, here it comes! No wonder he could handle Dong Lu! That's badass!"

"A female celebrity—and a married female celebrity at that. How could she settle for a guy without some special talent~"

There was even a brazen female rapper who joked, "Really? Then I'm going over to ask for his number!"

"Balls, what makes you think you're even qualified to use the same one as a female celebrity?"

"You might not believe me, but I just got some inspiration from bird-watching."

"Come on, come on!"

"There's no need to fight this battle. The ending is destined to be a crushing defeat, and you know that better than anyone. Since we know each other, I'll let you have three moves. After all, once your pants are off, your little buddy is smaller than my thumb."

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How should he put it? Bai Youlou had always said he didn't like rap!

What the hell was this?

Long Ziqiang said, "Brother Lou, I feel like you're already the champion of this season of 'New Rap.'"

Yeah, yeah, exactly~

Bai Youlou's expression was indescribably strange. How should he put it? This kind of thing was embarrassing, but not entirely embarrassing either.

Men were truly a fascinating species. The highest praise they could give one another was simply: "I'll give you that."

From that perspective, Bai Youlou had already won the wholehearted respect of all the rappers present. They had to admit he was impressive.

Not a single one dared to step forward and provoke him.

Even those who hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes couldn't help showing surprise and yearning after hearing the others' emphatic descriptions.

After attending so many programs, Bai Youlou had almost always been subjected to all kinds of strange looks from the other contestants before the performances began.

Contempt was by far the most common.

But here, Bai Youlou hadn't sung a single word, and he had already received nothing but admiration. Could you believe it?

The hip-hop scene really was... These people genuinely didn't care about Bai Youlou's little bit of "dirty laundry."

At that moment, he suddenly received a message, so Bai Youlou immediately made a decision that went against his ancestors.

"We're not participating in this program anymore."

"Huh?"

The "New Rap" staff member was stunned. Don't go! You're one of the biggest attractions!

Bai Youlou's explanation, however, was perfectly reasonable. "I just realized that the recording schedule for this program conflicts with another program I'm participating in. I can only apologize."

"Then this..." The staff member responsible for the urine test was only an employee, so he didn't try particularly hard to persuade Bai Youlou to stay. He merely looked at the urine sample on the table, apparently wondering whether he should return the thing to Bai Youlou.

"Just test it normally. Otherwise, people might say I was too scared to take the urine test because I had a guilty conscience."

There was no way Bai Youlou could take the thing with him anyway. What would he bring it home for?

The sight left the afro-haired young man from earlier sighing repeatedly.

If you weren't going to use it yourself, why not leave it for someone who needed it?

He really needed it!

Seeing that expression, Bai Youlou memorized the guy's appearance a little and decided to call and report him as soon as he got outside.

He, Bai Youlou, was sworn enemies with gambling and drugs.