Yun Xiaoran read Audrey Cat's message, then replied with an "OK." That "OK" meant more than just that he would be entering the rap scene from now on.
As it happened, Yun Xiaoran had been thinking along those lines himself.
After all, rap would become a force to be reckoned with in the future. The first guy to rap had landed a celebrity, while the second had landed a so-called mute bride.
Looks like I'll have to get into rap too.
After all, rappers really did have no shortage of romantic luck.
Yun Xiaoran inwardly cursed himself for that shameful thought, while keeping his face stern.
What made a good singer?
Yun Xiaoran did not know, but he knew what had been going through the mind of the man who wrote "Compendium of Materia Medica."
What was rap? Was it the so-called rap people cobbled together from a heap of profanity, banned words, and insults aimed at all sorts of people?
Could that sort of rap even be called rap?
Ten years ago, someone had used authentic Huaxia culture and its strength to single-handedly hold up the entire rap scene.
He had made rap more than a form of singing that consisted of hurling insults and spewing profanity, turning it instead toward rhymes, rhyme schemes, and storytelling.
Yun Xiaoran had already shut down his computer, closing those infuriating comment sections.
Before, he really had been powerless to confront that public criticism, but now he could.
Yun Xiaoran then dashed straight to Shen Jin's practice room. Last time, Shen Jin had forcibly kissed him there.
At the sight of the practice room, Yun Xiaoran gave a light cough as those embarrassing scenes came back to him.
The lingering effect of Shen Jin's habit of kissing him wherever she pleased was that,