When Kim Minshuo was still Song Hyuk, he was a composer.

To be precise, Song Hyuk is a pop composer who focuses on R&B and hiphop styles.

I dare to do this not because he loves music so much, but because he was sent to the United States by his family since he was a child. He hoped to spend more pocket money, so he could only write songs and sell money in exchange for money.

At the age of 16, Song Hyuk, who was 1999, reached a gangster in the black community and played ball and rap on the streets together. Although Song Hyuk, who grew up in this environment, was unable to truly integrate into the North American entertainment circle due to the ubiquitous racial discrimination in the Lighthouse of Freedom, he also relied on his outstanding composition skills to write songs for Chinese musicians and live a relatively nourishing life.

So much is said, not only to introduce the male protagonist we don’t know, but also to make Song Hyuk recall certain things.

In the summer of 2oo8, "nobody" was inexplicably popular all over the world, and even in the United States, which always regarded itself as the center of the world's entertainment, it also set off a wave of Korean wave frenzy, and at the same time made many young people fall in love with the music from the other side of the ocean. The only two impressions were plastic surgery and kimchi country music.

Kim Minshuo remembered that when he heard "Lie", the black friend who taught him how to rap looked disdainful.

“These so-called rap…”

"It's all garbage!" Kim Minshuo woke up from his memories and once again put himself in the waiting hall filled with garbage.

"Yes, it's all trash." Looking at the TV screen, the man wearing a baseball cap jumping up and down pretentiously, saying lyrics that were completely undesirable, Kim Minshuo almost remembered the misused emoticons when chatting with his domestic friends.

I'm not targeting anyone, I just say that everyone here is rubbish!

He couldn't help laughing softly, and Jin Minshuo suddenly felt a stabbing gaze staring at him. Xun sorted out his expression, he raised his head, followed the feeling that he met a guy who was turning his head and glaring at him in the front row.

Don’t accept it? Don’t accept it!

The fat guy with a baseball cap gritted his teeth and turned his head unwillingly. There was a victory smile on his face under the mask, Kim Minshuo

"...I'm ready to wave the instruction stick." The sound coming from beside me attracted Kim Minshuo's attention. The fat man with a high status pType who saw when he entered the venue was talking to the camera.

Is this a pre-match interview? I was considering whether to find an excuse to avoid it. My shoulder was already slapped. Kim Minshuo turned his head and handed it the microphone and almost stabbed it into his nose.

"Player Kim Minshuo, do you have any opinions on the current game?" Liu Suying held back her smile and asked seriously.

Kim Minshuo blinked, forcibly suppressed his movements of raising his hand to rub his nose, and carefully considered the sentence: "Uh, everyone's performance was very good, beyond my expectations..." - What kind of trash do these guys sing? I was scared to death by the baby!

"...I'm looking forward to the performance of the players in the future," - Come and save my ears with some strength!

"I am very confident in the subsequent games." - At this level, please don't blame me for winning the championship easily.

Listening to Kim Minshuo's official tone and his normal words, Liu Suying inexplicably interpreted the above meaning from his eyes. He insisted on stabilizing his expression and was about to collapse. Liu Suying said loudly: "Thank you for your words." Then he secretly asked: "Is your health okay?"

His eyes casually swept over the other contestants who did not pay attention to it, and his lips moved slightly under the mask: "It's not a big deal, thank you for your concern."

Liu Suying gave Kim Minshuo a blank look and continued to move towards the next player.

"I will chew it all over and eat it." Hearing the domineering words, Jin Minshuo couldn't help but look up at the boy who was smiling and talking in front of his right.

Song Minhao, a member of the boy group inner of YG Company, one of the three giants in the song industry, and is a seed contestant of this "Give Me Money".

At the same time, it is also a tacit favorite to win the championship.

With YG's beating, how could this variety show that is destined to be popular? How could it not clear the relationship behind the scenes and allow the TV station to give its children more convenience?

"The rappers sitting there are all, saying that I am like a rapist, frowning image..."

The sudden rap sound attracted Kim Minshuo's attention. He sat up straight slightly, his eyes widened as he was sleepy.

"It's just getting a little more interesting."

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As he shouted, everyone present raised their attention and looked at the controversial contestant on the TV.

"...It's not you who want to evaluate me, but the public sitting in front of the TV. You are just puppets found by the PDF writers..."

On the TV, a tall man with sunglasses pointed one hand at the judges opposite, and kept spraying bullet-like raps in his mouth. In the waiting hall, all the contestants were in a mess.

"Wow, is he teaching the producer a lesson?"

"An uneducated boy, he is a thing!"

"I'm really open-minded. I took off my pants in the preliminary round and scolded the judges in the second round. UT Is this intentional to eliminate myself?"

Listening to the sensational comments around, Kim Minshuo stared at the TV with interest, and listening to the contestants on the stage scolding all the producers of the four groups next to each other.

"Although it is still a low-level level of swearing in the lyrics, this spirit of resistance to authority is the true meaning of hip-hop!"

Kim Minshuo nodded, clapped and clapped himself, allowing the contestants around him to look at him with strange eyes.

"Just kidding, this lyrics are just a lie. Send me to the third round..."

In this way, the producers can only regard it as a joke. In order not to leave a word about "being scolded, they are so embarrassed that they are eliminated by anger."

"There is a master behind this kid..." Before Kim Minshuo could applaud, the last lyrics of ut's audience exploded instantly!

"I don't expect anything, anyway, the final winner is Song Minhao!"

The whole audience was in an uproar. No one expected that this kid would be so nakedly targeting the idol rapper Song Minhao with a strong background, pointing the finger at YG company!

"Mnet TV's face was beaten so hard..." Ut's four groups of producers passed, but almost everyone with a little brain knew that TV stations that were polite would not let this unspoken guy go too smoothly.

Ut's pearls are in front, and the next game becomes boring. Chen Ran. Kim Min-shuo pulled his head and almost fell asleep by the lullaby. Suddenly, he heard his name coming from the speaker.

"The 58th contestant, Kim Minshou."

He quickly opened his eyes and stood up quickly. Jin Minshuo walked past the crowd calmly, and gave her a comforting look when he passed by Liu Suying.

Standing alone, the door in front of him rose up, Kim Minshuo walked through the door opening and walked onto the performance stage.

The four groups of producers opposite him looked at him pondered and smiled slightly, took two steps forward, took off the necklace that passed the preliminary round according to the rules, and hung it on the hook.

"Anningha Sai, 22-year-old ****, Kim Minshuo Yimida."
Chapter completed!