Chapter 134: A Life of High Spirits

Just as everyone was shocked by Pan Ziwen’s sharp rap and feeling a bit at a loss, Zhang Qiyang stood up with high spirits. His presence was terrifyingly steady, as if he were backed by Mount Tai, showing not the slightest hint of being provoked into a rage.

Instead, radiating an inexplicable confidence, he spoke to the sound engineer: "Give me a beat-box-style electronic rhythm."

Upon hearing this, the crowd paused, then all broke into joyful expressions! "Pao Ye" was going to use music to battle and counter Pan Ziwen’s flow, rather than losing his temper and attacking him! This was going to be a good show!

The staff, whose morale had been quite low, were stimulated by this unexpected, spark-filled battle. Everyone perked up, focusing their full attention on Zhang Qiyang’s performance. Seeing that Zhang Qiyang wanted an electronic beat-box rhythm, Pan Ziwen showed a hint of disdain; he wanted to see what this brainless young master could possibly come up with.

Since Pan Ziwen had shown no respect for Zhang Qiyang during his rap, Zhang Qiyang naturally wouldn't leave him any either.

"The one animal I hate most in this life is the mosquito. There is only one animal in this world that I must swat the moment I see it—a mosquito. Today, I’ve encountered a mosquito that dared to bump into me. Ha, interesting. In that case, I'll take out my electric fly-swatter rhythm and grant you a couple of zaps. You call that rap? To me, it sounds more like a nursery rhyme. If you want to hear real rap, perk up your ears!"

Zhang Qiyang spoke these words to the beat of the electronic music, though his rapping technique wasn't particularly refined. His words were cutting, but in terms of flow, he was far behind the veteran Pan Ziwen. Seeing Zhang Qiyang trying to challenge him with such mediocre rapping, Pan Ziwen couldn't help but make a "hissing" gesture at him.

Zhang Qiyang remained unmoved. The confident smile on his face suddenly shifted into a cocky, swaggering expression; his entire demeanor seemed to transform. Anyone who had lived in another world would have sensed that the swagger Zhang Qiyang exuded now was remarkably similar to MC HotDog!

It was precisely HotDog’s sound waves that were exploding in Zhang Qiyang’s mind right now.

Stepping to the electronic drumbeat, he launched into an adapted version of HotDog’s classic, "High High Life"! Using the most playful rap tone, he opened fire on Pan Ziwen:

"...I used to sing in misery, now the snowball rolls bigger and bigger.
I’m getting cooler and cooler, while you look like you’ve been snipped.
You start to stutter when you talk, rubbing salt into the wound.
I’ve developed new techniques, always beyond your expectations.
You’re fake breasts and silicone, bouncy and plastic;
I’m the real deal, beloved by all.
Everyone thinks I’m a bad boy, and they all want to learn my swag.
Don't believe me? Listen to the cheers!"

"Yeah!"

The guests were all stimulated by the sudden radiance of the rap Zhang Qiyang unleashed, excitedly cheering him on. They hadn't expected Pao Ye’s counter-battle to be so cool! He even brought up fake breasts! It was hilarious!

The perfection of Zhang Qiyang’s rhythmic control and the sheer power of his aura left Pan Ziwen—who had just been despising Zhang Qiyang’s lack of skill—feeling secretly terrified. As he delivered these lines, Zhang Qiyang’s presence became extraordinary. Every word that exploded from his mouth was like a cannonball, vibrating through the heart of everyone present, making the experience immensely satisfying and refreshing!

This electronic, explosive sound—as if his throat came with its own built-in distortion effects—was levels above Pan Ziwen. Pan Ziwen’s earlier provocative rap had been quite imposing, but compared to Pao Ye, it sounded like the buzzing of mosquito wings—it was truly pathetic!

Zhang Qiyang grew more intense as he went, walking right up to Pan Ziwen to keep firing:

"...You know who’s the boss now; when I rap, the others look like they’re sleeping.
I can already smell that scent; butterflies are swirling around me.
Swirling, my rapping is vivid and lifelike, you haven’t grasped the knack yet.
Hip-hop is virgin soil, and I am the fertilizer.
So sensational, like a freak wave, the microphone, I walk and rap.
The switch is in my hands.
High High Life, it’s turn on!"

When Zhang Qiyang reached "High High Life," the hosts on the guest team felt a stir. During the prep meeting earlier, the "high" song Zhang Qiyang had taught them was precisely "High High Life"! Now that Zhang Qiyang had dropped this hint, it was clear he wanted them to rap along with him!

The moment Zhang Qiyang said "it's turn on," as if flipping the switch on a radio, Li Xuan intuitively took the lead in singing the chorus: "...Want to come out, then come out, feeling is alright. High High Life, if you want to get high, seize the moment! Even if the sky falls, we’re all here. Seize the present, hey, let’s party all night!"

Everyone on the guest team joined in, and their momentum rose another level instantly! The staff on set were stunned! They hadn't expected the guest team to have such a trump card! The hosts of the Infinite Team were also shocked; the other side had come prepared!

Zhang Qiyang had indeed come prepared. He had intended to strike first, but he hadn't expected that idiot Pan Ziwen to throw himself into the line of fire! If you're looking for death, don't pick a bad time for it!

Then let him die in a satisfyingly sour way!

Zhang Qiyang’s rap ignited the guest team’s fighting spirit, and the guests' backing vocals, in turn, inspired Zhang Qiyang even more. After the guests finished their chorus, Zhang Qiyang didn't stop for a second, continuing to bombard the "mosquito":

"...Hear this rhythm, that’s right, it’s me, Pao Ye for sure.
You heard it right, you haven’t heard it before, a bit retro, but it’s new stock.
I’ve been listening to Daft Punk, so everybody get down.
Hurry and release your energy, don’t stand there like a statue.
The charm is burning, like a bungee jump.
Your fuel runs out, and you’ll say, 'Oh, I want more.'
This DJ is more divine than Jesus, the strong beat is like a killer.
The music is like a diamond, you worship it like a god.
This music makes you love it, everyone wants to be happy.
If this song doesn’t make you shout 'fire,' then light your lighter!"

Zhang Qiyang grew more wild and unrestrained, using his explosive rap to ignite the atmosphere. The open outdoor space instantly became his personal stage. The guest team members were all willing to be his supporting cast, once again singing along to their "High High Life":

"Want to come out, then come out, feeling is alright. High High Life, if you want to get high, seize the moment! Even if the sky falls, we’re all here. Seize the present, hey, let’s party all night!"

As Zhang Qiyang and Li Xuan sang the chorus together, the romantic and cool interweaving of their male and female voices left everyone on set mesmerized! Such a stylish battle was something the staff had never seen before! It felt like the guest team was ganging up to swat a mosquito! Don't talk to me about playing dirty; I’m going to gang up and kill you!

The previously stifling atmosphere of the recording was completely turned around by Zhang Qiyang’s "High High Life"! The scene turned white-hot! The staff members, who had been wearing long faces, couldn't help but nod and sway to Zhang Qiyang’s rhythm.

Xiao Qiang and Shen Yulin exchanged glances, both secretly marveling: this legendary young master of the richest man is amazing! He was so good at driving the atmosphere! Both of them had a strong premonition: today’s recording might just land them a big catch!