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

Chapter 464 A Rapper's Cultural Literacy Shouldn't Be Too High (3000-word long chapter)
The director was momentarily speechless and drew an X on his notebook: "Your level of education is indeed too high. But it doesn't matter, your identity as a gang member makes up for that."

Is this considered high-level?
The director immediately turned to ask Shark Baby.

Delulu anxiously tugged at him: "Aren't you going to ask me more questions, meow?"

"No need, we already know you very well."

Dailulu exhaled a breath.

The director looked at the little boy sitting in his seat kicking his feet and playing. The boy's eyes were full of childlike innocence. It was hard to imagine that such a child was actually a violent gang member.

What is your educational background?

Shark blurted out: "University".

The director's pupils dilated slightly, then relaxed, revealing a satisfied smile.

What university is it?

Milver University.

The director was convinced that this was just something the child made up in the heat of the moment.

"Can you spell the word 'university'?"

“Of course.” Shark casually spelled out the university name in interstellar language, “viviwafawrfaf.”

The director nodded in satisfaction. This message, which could be described as an alien signal, not only proved the child's remarkable literacy skills but also showcased his unique style as a rapper.

It sounds like a broken microwave oven, a style that's incredibly rare in today's rap market. Combined with the gangster kid soldier persona, it's sure to be a hit.

The director silently marked an asterisk on his notebook.

Do you know where the capital of the United States is?

"Earth."

"Perfect. Name the only Black president of the United States."

Shark Baby chuckled: "That's me."

"Perfect. One last question, what is 4 + 3?"

The director looked at the innocent boy with great anticipation. If the boy couldn't answer the question, he would be certain that this child was the new street idol the company had been looking for.

Shark frowned and tilted its head, staring at the other person.

"Do you take me for a fool? I refuse to answer such a simple question."

Li Ji was somewhat surprised; Shark Baby was unusually temperamental.

He's always been called stupid, and perhaps such a simple question is indeed offensive to him.

The director explained, "I didn't mean any offense. This is a question that must be asked. You just need to answer it."

Shark said impatiently, "It's 2, are you satisfied now? I'm such a fool."

"Thank you for your cooperation!"

The director couldn't hide his smile and completely ignored the other contestants, including Milia, before rushing back to the interview room.

Shark Baby angrily said to Li Ji, "I hate it here. Li Ji, do you think you're stupid too?"

Li Ji thought for a moment and said, "You are just as holy as ever. Your basic intelligence is still quite high, but your social behavior is somewhat back to its original simplicity."

Shark babies have no problem with basic intelligence; after all, they have brains that can be easily solved with calculus. Perhaps it's because the values ​​of this species are too exaggerated that they lack acuity in many social concepts; they are just very simple-minded.

Shark Baby stared wide-eyed, looking completely bewildered: "What does that mean?"

"You're so cute, meow."

Shark instantly beamed with joy, all her previous bad mood vanishing.

She is indeed as pure as ever, almost frighteningly innocent. I'm really worried that she'll buy health supplements when she gets old.

Suddenly, an excited shout came from the doorway: "Get out! Throw this gangster-looking Dick out of here!"

It was chaotic outside. Two burly men were carrying a flamboyantly dressed black man past the door.

The black guy shouted excitedly, "I'm a gangster, I gangster on the streets every day! I can rap! Gibberish! Pibberish!"

A short while later, the director came in and told Shark to go for an interview.

Li Ji asked curiously about the situation outside.

"Another one pretending to be a gangster has arrived. Our boss can't stand people like that. They're the biggest idiots. You guys are all real gangsters, aren't you?"

"of course."

Sha Bao went for an interview, while Li Ji and the others waited where they were.

Milia pinched her chubby little face: "Do you think Shark will be chosen?"

"It's tough, meow. After all, we don't even know what rap is, meow. I have a question: why did we come here, and what does this have to do with our project, meow?"

The two of them turned to look at Li Ji.

Li Ji cleared his throat and began to spout nonsense with a straight face: "Earth criminology is about delving into the lives and psychology of criminals and experiencing every aspect of their lives. Hip-hop, as music rooted in crime, is a window for us to understand these people's lives. Take the example we just walked in; doesn't everyone's attitude towards us gangsters just prove the distorted status of criminals in society?"

Delulu and Milia nodded repeatedly as they listened.

"You're so insightful, meow. How come we didn't think of that angle? So frustrating, meow! Ha~"

You want this too?

At this moment, Shark Baby slowly walked in.

Everyone immediately asked, "How did it go? Did you pass?"

Shark didn't say anything, and sat back down blankly.

Delulu squeezed his hand anxiously: "You're driving me crazy, meow! Just say it, meow!"

Shark frowned: "I don't know either. They just had me sign something, and I don't know if it's a pass." "Fatty said that if you pass this show, you'll directly sign with their agency. You probably signed a commercial contract. That means you passed."

The three looked surprised.

Everyone didn't even know what hip-hop music was, yet Shark Baby managed to pass the audition.

The music of the Interstellar Alliance has long since moved beyond this primitive stage. Musicians believe that the purpose of music is to satisfy specific emotional needs of people. Rather than arranging specific melodies and rhythms to guide people into these emotions, it is better to directly stimulate the corresponding emotional areas of the brain.

Therefore, interstellar music evolved into a series of sound waves at specific frequencies that can simultaneously activate several brain regions, instantly immersing people in complex emotions.

The continuous "thump" sound that Li Ji heard on that amusement park spaceship was a type of music used to evoke excitement and joy.

Could it be that Shark Baby also got a "thump" from the judges?
This thing has no rhythm at all!
What did you sing?

Shark Baby shook his head blankly: "I didn't sing."

"Eh?"

Everyone was shocked: "What on earth happened?"

Just as Shark was about to speak, Li Ji was called to the stage by the director.

He was filled with trepidation, not because he was naive, but because the thought of performing the Chipmunks in front of Black people made him feel like he was about to die.

He stepped onto the stage, which was covered with a red carpet, with a huge poster behind him that read: "Looking for Street Stars".

The portly Black judges were crammed into the red velvet throne, with its yellow armrests on either side, making it look just like a throne from a TV series.

The judges all had tattoos on their faces, a very standard rapper look, and dreadlocks were a must.

The two tall, muscular bodyguards beside him were much cleaner, their clothes spotless and pure black.

The judge, speaking with a heavy Black accent, said, "Oh, you're a gangster?"

Li Ji was as clear-headed as a college student, standing firmly, without the slightest trace of the slovenly demeanor of Gai Liuzi.

"That's it."

Lee Ki stiffly made an upside-down "ok" sign.

"Oh, you're from the Blood Gang."

The judges frowned, their faces full of doubt.

The person in front of me had many elements of gang members.

The Blood Gang's attire, gestures, and the tear tattoo at the corner of their eye are all symbols of their gangster identity, even indicating that this guy is a ruthless and vicious person.

These things are easy to fool ordinary people, but the judges have seen countless people. Every day, a hundred black guys come here claiming to be gangsters, but in reality, you'd be lucky to find one real gangster a week.

The person in front of me had absolutely no gangster vibe; he stood ramrod straight, head held high and chest out.

He doesn't even have a Black accent, and he doesn't have verbal tics like M3, damn, or man.

He doesn't look like a street thug at all; he looks more like a college student.

The judge asked with some skepticism, "How can you prove you're a member of the Bloods? I mean, you don't look like someone who grew up on the streets. You look like the kind of well-off girl with both parents, and you even went to college."

Li Ji couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, I have both parents."

"Oh, then you're definitely not a gangster. Prove to me that you are a gangster."

Li Ji frowned: "Isn't this a rap talent show?"

“That’s right, but the contestants’ backgrounds are also important. We’re selecting street stars. We’re a music company, and you’re a college student, so you must know that.”

"No, I dropped out of primary school."

The judge laughed and said, "I've found a flaw."

Li Ji frowned, completely bewildered.

The judges looked smug: "Non-graduating status, such an awkward word, is something gangsters would never use. We all say we're dropping out."

Li Ji said that there was a problem with this corpus; not only was there no Black English, but the vocabulary was also too formal.

"College students, I understand that everyone wants to be a rap star and will create a gangster identity. But don't pretend outside, it's dangerous. Although the contestants in the audition room might be fooled by you, I won't. I know gangsters too well."

At this point, arguing seems even less appropriate. If it were Fatty and his friends being misunderstood, they would probably be quite disdainful.

Lee Ki simply said, "I don't care."

The judges frowned, and their expressions and tone were somewhat similar to the originals.

That's how gangsters are—expressionless, indifferent, like idiots.

But these kinds of people are the most dangerous on the street; they might pull out a gun from their pocket and kill someone at the slightest provocation.

The judges decided to ask again: "You said you're from the mixed-race gang, which branch are you from?"

"Little Fat Wild Boar Gang".

"Ha, you've run into a trap. I know the Little Fat Wild Boar Gang very well. They wouldn't want a college student like you, absolutely not. The highest-educated person in the Little Fat Wild Boar Gang is only in the first year of high school. Tell me, who's the leader of your gang?"

"Fatty."

The judge smiled again: "I did some research. But you've run into my trap. I know Fatty. I've had barbecue rice with him. I have his number."

He took out his phone and dialed Fatty's number.

After exchanging a few lighthearted words, his expression suddenly changed, and he hung up with a serious look on his face.

Lee Ki smiled and asked, "May I continue?"

The judge shook his head: "Na~"

Li Ji asked in confusion, "You've already verified my identity, why are you still kicking me out? Is your number fake?"

(End of this chapter)