SilverAsh had also received word that Lungmen had a newly popular rapper, but he had not thought much of it.
How could that possibly be my sister?
Now that he thought about it, this had all been part of his sister's plan. His sister truly was an intelligent girl, cleverly taking advantage of everyone's preconceived notions to hide herself in the liveliest place possible.
She truly was worthy of being his sister.
The praise in his heart lasted only a moment before his thoughts settled, and he began to consider things seriously.
Was this ascetic, domineering CEO outfit of his perhaps a little unsuitable?
She was a rapper, after all.
SilverAsh had been out of touch with young people for a long time. Even when he was in school, he had never bothered to look at so-called pop culture. Now, cramming at the last minute, he knew even less than the armchair experts who watched rap talent shows.
He turned on the computer in his office and began searching.
[What is rap?]
[It is characterized by rapidly reciting a string of rhyming verses over a mechanical rhythm. One of its origins was a rapid, rhyming, jargon-heavy style of speech once used by radio hosts when introducing records.]
"I think I get it."
SilverAsh read the encyclopedia entry and nodded from time to time.
"I think I completely understand now."
That was what he said, but in truth, he did not understand at all. Still, for his sister's sake, SilverAsh could dress himself up like a rap enthusiast.
He deliberately ruffled his neatly groomed silver hair until it looked fluffy;
Taking off his solemn cloak, SilverAsh changed into a loose, worn-looking jacket. Looking at the picture of a rapper on the first page of the encyclopedia, he felt they all seemed