He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 442 Even Aliens Love West Coast Rap

In the dimly lit room, a strange creature was sitting on a soft, jelly-like sofa.

It was a blue triangular cone, its entire body slippery, with thick mucus faintly visible under the light.

On one side of a line, there is a pair of eyes like a flounder, with black pupils that dart around.

Beneath the body of the triangular pyramid are countless feet, thin at the front and thick at the end, like the tentacles of a squid, with round suckers growing on the soles of the feet.

There were no extra toys in the room, only a strange song playing.

The rhythmic drumbeats rang out, and the strange creature's pointed horn swayed along with the drumbeats.

The low-fidelity guitar sounds accompanied by drum symphonies, and a simple melody can be looped endlessly, sounding as rough as an old bootleg CD from the 90s.

Two voices with different high and low frequencies chattered back and forth, but they were both repeating the same sentence.

"Fuck you~"

"Fuck you~"

This is an unfamiliar language, and Mr. Qian Duoduo doesn't know it either.

He swayed his body to the beat of the drums while examining the investment proposal handed to him by the sponge man beside him.

The Sponge Man looked serious, and all the holes on his body were tightly closed.

"This project has a very good prospect. As long as you are willing to invest, I guarantee that the return will be 30 times."

Qian Duoduo casually remarked, "The plate is too small; it's meaningless."

Then he nodded his head slightly to the beat of the drum, muttering the lyrics whose meaning no one knew.

"Fuck you~"

"Fuck you~"

SpongeMan, wanting to strike up a conversation, asked curiously, "Sir, I don't know much about music. Why is this beautiful song so different from the music we usually hear?"

Qian Duoduo nodded and explained, "This is a recording we obtained at an auction years ago. According to experts, it should be a musical form from some primitive civilization. It's completely different from our modern music. You can hear the lyrics too."

"Fuck you~"

"It's a pity that the experts at the time couldn't identify which planet the music came from. Over the years, I've had similar music produced, but none of them have the same charm as this song. I can always feel that the two singers are conveying a strong emotion in a similar way of speaking."

"Some analysts believe this is the two expressing their innermost feelings, or even their love. What do you think?"

SpongeMan tightened the holes in his body: "It's an expression of love. Listen to these two voices, one high-frequency and one low-frequency, which may be due to gender differences. The voice is also strong and full of power, as if it's about to burst out of the vocal organs. I guess it's a couple expressing their heart-wrenching longing."

"That makes sense. If there's nothing else, you can go now."

After saying that, Qian Duoduo started nodding along to the drumbeat, keeping time, and chanting incessantly, "Fuck you~"

SpongeMan silently walked out.

Outside the private room, aliens of all colors lined up in a long queue.

Li Ji curiously observed the group. In this place that should have been filled with revelry, everyone had a furrowed brow, or at least a furrowed brow. They didn't look like they were there to indulge in debauchery at all.

"What are they queuing for?"

"They're all here to ask Mr. Qian Duoduo to invest in their projects."

Li Ji was somewhat surprised: "So many people? When will we get our turn?"

Young Master Mang smiled slightly: "Do I need to wait in line to see him?"

The three walked through the long queue, brushed past a large yellow sponge, and entered the private room.

As soon as Li Ji entered the private room, he heard a Black man yelling at him in a high-pitched voice, "Fuck you~"

Before he could react, another Black woman's voice came from beside him: "Fuck you~" Under this 3D surround sound, the two Black men's shouts at each other continued incessantly.

It took Lee Ki a while to realize that the cursing was accompanied by music.

The alternating drumbeats and low-fidelity guitar sounds resemble 90s West Coast hip-hop music.

But he found it hard to accept that the constant "Fuck you~" was rap.

He frowned and looked at Shark Baby in confusion, while Shark Baby actually stomped his feet to the beat of the drum with great enjoyment.

"Shark, don't you think this music is offensive?"

Shark Baby squinted his eyes in enjoyment, shaking his head and saying, "I think it's really exciting!"

"I meant the lyrics, didn't you realize?"

"What do you hear? This language is unfamiliar."

"That's English! You've said that before."

"I usually use external corpora; I haven't actually studied any Earth languages. Hehe."

"That's an swear word in English."

"Li Ji, you really do only learn swear words."

"You don't read books and yet you criticize me, huh?"

Li Ji looked at the host sitting in the private room, a blue triangular pyramid-shaped figure, rhythmically shaking its numerous thin legs while passionately chanting, "Fuck you~"

How did he manage to evoke the feeling of a divorced couple's love-hate relationship?

Most importantly, why is there this strange rap music here?
The blue triangular pyramid in the seat spoke up, a crack appearing beneath his flounder-like eyes: "Young Master Mang, why aren't you out having fun? What are you doing here looking for me? These two are your friends."

With a smile, the Second Young Master Mang introduced them: "Mr. Qian Duoduo, these are the friends I mentioned to you before. They're the ones who played football together on Earth."

"I remember you, hello."

Qian Duoduo greeted them politely, and they responded politely in return.

"Young Master Mang said that the time he spent playing with you on Earth was the happiest time of his life, and I thank you on behalf of his father. It's fantastic that you managed to keep him from investing. Feel free to do whatever you want on the ship, we'll pay for it. There's a new upscale restaurant that just opened in District 17 called 'The Ultimate Answer to Earth's Cuisine,' it's very popular, you should check it out."

Li Ji found this financial tycoon to be very amiable and approachable, not at all like the domineering CEO he had imagined. He seemed to be an easy-going person.

Young Master Mang hurriedly activated the communicator on his ankle, and a holographic projection displayed their business plan in front of Qian Duoduo.

"We're actually here to talk to you about investment. Earth Football is a very good project. Take a look at our business plan."

Qian Duoduo glanced at the projection.

"I didn't expect you guys to have even made a business plan. But as I've told you before, given your current situation, not investing is the best thing to do. What's wrong with being a rich second-generation heir who lives a life of luxury and indulgence?"

"Just take a look."

"Alright, for the sake of your friends, I'll take a look."

Qian Duoduo pulled a pair of square-framed glasses out of the jelly sofa and stuck them on the flounder-shaped eyes like a smartphone.

While he was focused on reading the business plan, Li Ji pulled Mang Ershao aside.

What's with the background music?

Young Master Mang tilted his head and listened.

"Are you talking about this classic song by Mr. Qian Duoduo?"

Listening to the cacophony of insults coming from all around him, Li Ji asked helplessly, "What kind of classic song is this?"

(End of this chapter)