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

A lawn on the outskirts of New York City.

The bright sunlight shone on the metal-built stage, and the spotlights on both sides were not yet turned on as the staff made final adjustments.

Police officers in uniform walked back and forth, with guns slung across their shoulders.

Security for these large public events is handled by the police.

After all, this is America, where guns are rampant.

Poster walls were erected outside the venue.

They looked at the unfamiliar faces on the poster; it was a four-person rap group dressed in bizarre attire.

Two Black men, one tall and one short, were wearing oversized jerseys, a very quintessential New York street style.

But the two black women behind them, with dreadlocks, were wearing long European-style Rococo gowns.

"It's so strange, I like it. Do you guys know what group they are?"

"I have no idea. They're probably newcomers who came to fill in the gaps. The company just gives them gigs and performances, and most of them aren't very talented."

They couldn't help but laugh when they saw the name "Meow Meow Gang" on the poster.

They then scanned the posters of the celebrities.

"It seems like none of today's celebrities have gang affiliations, which makes things much easier. Remember what happened in July?"

"That gangster rapper was robbed and beaten to death by his enemies during a performance. That day was terrifying. I almost lost my life."

The police officers leaned casually against the railing, hoping it would be a lighthearted and enjoyable performance.

The artist team slowly entered the venue along the fenced passageway.

Li Ji looked at their poster, which showed the four of them looking completely out of place.

"It's so weird."

"I think it looks great, meow."

Lee Ki glanced at the poster of Kiki next to him; she had changed into a normal short-sleeved outfit.

He smiled knowingly; it seemed his information had worked. He hadn't expected Matata to be so accommodating.

"pretty good."

Looking at Li Ji's gentle eyes and the smile on his lips, Dai Lulu silently swallowed.

With each step I take, the fire in my heart burns even brighter.

But she remained unfazed, only gritting her teeth.

"Kaka."

Li Ji looked around for the source of the sound: "I think I heard a mouse grinding its teeth, did you hear that?"

Shark heard it clearly, and he pointed to Delulu's mouth: "It's Ban—"

Delulu quickly covered his mouth: "It's a spotted dove!"

Do doves grind their teeth?

"Yes, your knowledge of Earth biology is too shallow, meow."

Li Ji didn't take it seriously and continued walking ahead.

Milia leaned on Delulu's shoulder with a mischievous grin: "Class monitor, it's okay if you can't help but burst out."

Delulu gritted her teeth, her anger almost bursting out: "I'm fine, meow. It's just that this communicator keeps ringing, it's so annoying, meow."

She opened her communicator, glanced at it, and immediately started cursing: "Another email provoking me, meow! When will this end, meow! When will this end, meow! I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll do it right now, meow! Spam, meow!"

Clutching the communicator, she rushed through the crowd and plunged into the waiting tent.

Li Ji was completely confused: "Who upset her again?"

Milia smiled without saying a word.

Shark explained honestly, "It seems like someone keeps sending her spam emails, asking her to participate in prize quizzes. Every time she doesn't participate, they send her a new provocative email, which gets more and more offensive. The class monitor probably got annoyed."

"Who has the time to do something like this? This is just plain stupid." On the other side of the ocean in Japan, KK sneezed so hard that he almost fell into the sea through the seawall.

He Ping immediately pulled her along: "Are you alright?"

"Keep your voices down! Don't get reported."

The old man from the Yamaguchi-gumi next door, with a full head of white hair, was rummaging around in the sea with a net.

KK frowned: "Does this really count as a crime?"

He Ping smiled slightly: "Illegal fishing of seafood and selling it without the necessary qualifications is a purely illegal and criminal act."

"This is so different from the criminal gang I imagined. I wonder how Pineapple Head's business is doing?"

Pineapple Head was coughing from the thick smoke of the izakaya. He was holding a skewer of yakitori in his hand and painfully turned his head away, unable to face the charcoal-filled grill.

"Hey Muddy, give me a hand, I'm almost cooked."

A customer's voice came from the front of the restaurant: "Boss, your pineapples smell so good, please give us another serving."

"We don't have roasted pineapple!"

Pineapple Head sat in the corner, hugging his knees, staring blankly at Mud's back.

"Are we committing a crime? Why are we having a barbecue here?"

"The Yamaguchi-gumi is short on funds, and its members are forbidden from going to work, so they can only sell barbecue. He Ping and his gang went fishing illegally, how can that not be considered a crime?"

"I have an idea, why don't we go to work? Would that be considered a crime?"

"Aren't you at work right now?"

"What a miserable life! Are the other groups like this too? Surely Lee Ki and the others aren't roasting chicken butts too, are they?"

Lee Ki-jung was resting in the artists' tent.

Inside the large white tent, there were not only the four of them, but also the producer Peace Dove and the boss Matata.

Matata was explaining the key points of the upcoming performance to them.

"Interact with the audience more, and speak louder during your self-introduction. Remember, we're here to gain fans, so make sure everyone remembers you. Make sure you do the blood gang hand gesture; if you do it, you win. You can exaggerate your movements on stage."

Li Ji raised a question that had been buried in his heart for many days.

"Matata, what are we going to sing up there?"

Last time, although they showed off their skills in the recording studio, giving these veteran musicians a little alien shock.

After that, I was busy with all sorts of promotional and preparation work, and the song project just disappeared.

They had absolutely no idea what they were going to perform today.

"You don't need to know."

"What?"

Li Ji doubted his ears: "Then what are we going up there for? Just to talk?"

"How could that be? Peace Dove has already prepared the song. You just need to go up and lip-sync."

Li Ji understood; this was standard procedure for music festivals.

As is well known, singers are divided into three types: live, semi-live, and purely instrumental.

Singers with exceptional live vocals choose to sing live, with only instrumental accompaniment and no vocals, emphasizing value for money.

"Half-live" means playing the original song without accompaniment, where the singer sings a duet with their own vocals. How many lines they sing is entirely up to them; some use this to avoid hitting high notes. Others simply sing a few lines as a token gesture, but at least they sang something. After all, expecting them to sing the whole song would be torture for the listener, so it's better to listen to the song along with the audience.

Lip-syncing, also known as playing live music, is a sophisticated art form that tests acting skills and on-the-spot reaction. Many singers who use half-live music choose to do so instead of playing live music because they haven't fully mastered the art of lip-syncing.

We plan to release the peace doves once so everyone can get used to them.

"It's so exciting that the singers only get to hear the songs half an hour earlier than the audience."

"Wait a minute, I'll go call Delulu."

Li Ji stood up and walked towards Dai Lulu, who was in the corner. (End of Chapter)