Chapter 108

Xiao Yueyue muttered the name, completely baffled.

"So that means I'm a rapper too? I can rap too?"

"That's right!" Su Meng's voice was full of seduction.

"When you walk onto the stage to do crosstalk in the future, remember to introduce yourself."

Huh?

A bizarre scene suddenly appeared in many people's minds.

On the crosstalk stage, Xiao Yueyue and his partner Sun Yue walked onto the stage together.

Amid applause, the two bowed, then began to speak.

"Apprentice AKA Kabuda·Yue, taking the stage and bowing!"

"Apprentice Homie Yue, taking the stage and bowing!"

"Today we'll perform for everyone a traditional rap called 'Reciting the Menu'…"

Holy crap!

Everyone shook their heads, not daring to think any further.

……

"Hahahaha, AKA Kabuda·Yue? What kind of punchline is that?"

"How can this kid Xiao Yueyue be so honest? He got fooled just like that?"

In the teahouse, Uncle Yu was already laughing himself silly.

Yet Guo Dagang not only didn't laugh, but was looking at Su Meng on the screen with a thoughtful expression.

After laughing for a while, Uncle Yu saw Guo Dagang's expression and couldn't help but tease him.

"Old Guo, this kid is giving your disciples stage names on your behalf. You wouldn't be angry, would you?"

"It's not that serious, the kids are just tossing out a punchline."

Guo Dagang waved his hand, his face growing a few shades more serious.

"I'm not that petty."

"It's just… Old Yu, I don't know if it's my imagination."

"I always feel that this kid Su Meng seems to be deliberately lowering the public's sense of awe toward art."

"Oh? Lowering the sense of awe?" Uncle Yu also instantly grew serious.

"Old Guo, what did you think of? Say it so we can discuss it."

Guo Dagang closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then said slowly.

"In these two episodes, I noticed he seems to be deliberately pulling celebrities down from their pedestal."

"Letting more people see that celebrities are actually just ordinary people."

"Also, he seems to strongly dislike putting art on a high pedestal, and has been constantly trying to integrate art into ordinary people's lives."

"Letting ordinary people realize that so-called art should actually serve the public, not be worshipped by them."

Hearing his words, Uncle Yu also fell into deep thought.

Guo Dagang let out a long sigh, his voice full of emotion.

"Back in the day, my dispute with mainstream crosstalk—wasn't it the same idea?"

"Crosstalk is just a way to make a living, there's nothing so lofty about it."

"This kid… from him, I seem to see my own shadow!"

Uncle Yu nodded, then shook his head and said.

"Compared to you, his methods are gentler."

"It looks like Hu Nao, but it's actually a gentle breeze and silent rain, achieving his goal unnoticed without anyone realizing."

"Just like today, who would still treat rap as something unattainable?"

Guo Dagang suddenly burst out laughing.

"I hope this kid won't let me down. From now on we'll have to keep a closer eye on him…"

……

At the recording site, Su Meng raised his hand and waved the two broken bowl shards in it.

"Xiao Yueyue, look what this is?"

"Huh? Isn't that broken bowl shards?"

"Hehe, actually, they can also be bamboo clappers!"

What? Xiao Yueyue's eyeballs nearly popped out.

He looked at the bamboo clappers in his own hand, then at the broken bowl shards in Su Meng's hand, his face a picture of utter bewilderment.

Is your mouth deaf, or my ears mute?

These two unrelated things—you say they're the same thing?

Su Meng smiled slightly, the two broken bowl shards crossed, and his hand gave a shake.

Dang li ge dang, dang li ge dang…

The two broken bowl shards rang out ding-ding-dang-dang, the sound crisp and full of rhythm.

This is… Xiao Yueyue's pupils instantly contracted.

This was actually the rhythmic playing technique of bamboo clappers?

Su Meng actually knows how to play bamboo clappers? And with broken bowl shards at that?

How is that possible?

Although the others didn't understand bamboo clappers, hearing the rhythm in his sound, they too grew interested and widened their eyes.

……

Tapping a broken bowl shard for rhythm, Su Meng suddenly turned his head toward Boss Yang with a grin, then opened his mouth and sang.

"Walk on ahead, look on ahead, sing a little verse for our Mimi!"

Huh? I'm part of this too?

Boss Yang was instantly dumbfounded.

Su Meng kept singing.

"Walk a walk, sing a song, Mimi's looks are truly a sight!"

"Da Mimi, so sexy, one look and you can tell she's the big boss!"

"She eats and stays neither thin nor fat, one look and you can tell she's blessed with fortune."

"She eats and stays neither fat nor thin, not a single pimple on her face!"

"Look how beautiful Mimi looks, wearing a skirt and showing off her legs."

"Tie her braids in the back, long legs clad in stockings!"

Huh? Boss Yang's face suddenly grew scorching hot.

This little rascal—how did he drag me into his song?

She pressed her thighs together and, instinctively covering her face, retreated backward.

But who could have expected—Su Meng's lyrics came tumbling out of Zhang Zui's mouth.

"Da Mimi, so pretty, come beg for food with me later!"

"Follow me, go beg for food, I'll take you all across the country!"

Huh? Boss Yang really couldn't take it anymore. She hurriedly grabbed Su Meng, about to cut him off.

But Su Meng's lyrics had already arrived.

"I call you to come, so you come, the two of us begging for food will strike it rich!"

"Don't pull, don't drag, you want to fall in love with me?"

Fall in love? With you?

Dumbfounded, Boss Yang was instantly stunned silly, standing blankly in place, at a loss for what to do.