nucmednet Chapter 427 was fortunately written quickly; otherwise, it almost went wrong.
Chapter 427 was fortunately written quickly; otherwise, it almost went wrong.
Chen You looked at Sander, who was curled up in a ball with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky that was illuminated by neon lights in a bizarre and colorful way.
"Sander, do you know what real art is?"
Sander sobbed as he looked up.
The sight of his imposing physique paired with two lines of clear tears is extremely striking.
Chen You sighed, his voice carrying a deep sense of having experienced many hardships.
"True art is often accompanied by incomprehension, ridicule, and even resistance. Because you move too fast, the world's aesthetic sense simply cannot keep up with your pace."
"Do you understand imperfection? A statue with a missing arm becomes a timeless classic. Today, your path to advancement has been severed; this is the missing arm of your idol career!"
Chen You pointed at Sander.
"Your singing, dancing, rapping, and basketball style forcibly stitches together the iron-blooded fighting skills of our ancestors with modern pop culture."
"What's this called? This is groundbreaking, avant-garde performance art!"
Sander stopped crying.
A huge hand wiped away the tears, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.
"Mentor... do you mean I'm too ahead of my time?"
"Nonsense." Chen You said without changing his expression.
"What do those judges know? All they know is how to look at long-legged elves and listen to decadent music."
"A hundred years from now, the history books of the Origin Realm will be filled with your greatness today."
"As for the current ratings, that's just worldly jealousy of genius!"
Sander was moved.
She suddenly stood up and grabbed Chen You's shoulder.
"Mentor! Only you understand me! I've made up my mind, I'm going to keep practicing! Two and a half years isn't enough, I'll practice for twenty-five years!"
Chen You secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This big guy is pretty easy to fool.
Changing the subject, Chen You got to the point.
"Now that you've grasped the true essence of art and let go of your obsessions, shouldn't we get down to business?"
Chen You removed Sander's hand from his shoulder. "Now that the acting city lord's duties are finished, shouldn't we start working on the materials for the Xingyuan Grand Theater?"
Sander nodded emphatically upon hearing this.
"You've done a great job. Hidden Star City has prospered like never before under your rule. However, as the initiator and referee of the Voice of Star Origin..."
Sander seemed to have thought of something and suddenly stopped.
Just then, an adjutant rushed into the backyard.
"Lord City Lord! We've found out!" the adjutant reported loudly, holding up a glowing scroll.
"The culprit who gave you a negative score of 10,000, causing your direct elimination, is none other than the sole honorary referee invited by this draft!"
The air in the backyard froze instantly.
The evening breeze blew by, stirring up a few fallen leaves.
Sander's enormous head slowly turned, his gaze falling on Chen You.
"Mentor, the head judge of the talent show... isn't that you?"
Chen You remained expressionless, his mind racing.
"Same name and surname," Chen You said with certainty.
"The Origin Realm is so vast, there must be at least eight or ten thousand people named Chen You. This is clearly someone who is jealous of your talent and is maliciously framing you; it's pure slander."
The guard loudly added, "The reel record was sent from backstage; it's absolutely impossible to forge! The referee even left comments, which I'll read to you!"
Chen You reached out to grab the scroll, but the guard had already shouted at the top of his lungs.
"This contestant is all brawn and no brains! Her dance moves are an eyesore and severely lower the overall standard of the talent show!"
"I suggest immediately disqualifying him from the competition and sending him back to the City Lord's Mansion to issue more missions! Signed: Chen You!"
After the guard finished reading, he raised his head as if to claim credit.
Sander slowly turned his head, his gaze falling once again on Chen You's face.
She didn't speak, but her broad shoulders began to heave violently.
The originally comical middle-part hairstyle moved on its own without any wind.
A terrifying surge of fighting spirit erupted from her body, instantly engulfing the entire backyard.
"Mentor..." Sander's voice seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest hell, carrying a chilling resonance, "So, that vulgar person who doesn't understand art, it was you?"
Chen You took a half step back, thinking to himself, "What is all this nonsense? When did I ever say those things?!"
"Sander, let me tell you... no, let me explain."
"Explain?" Sander roared.
She suddenly raised her right foot and stomped heavily on the ground.
"boom!"
The bluestone slab shattered inch by inch, and spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread to Chen You's feet.
The fountain statue next to it was blown to pieces.
Sander bent down, grabbed the specially made basketball with one hand, and suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.
"boom--"
"You made me wear this outfit! You made me sing and dance, and then break down! I, the dignified Lord of Cangxing City, regard you as my art mentor!"
Sander pressed closer, the violent airflow making it impossible for Chen You to open his eyes. "Now you're telling me I'm not worthy to be on stage?!"
Chen You swallowed.
out of control.
The city lord has completely turned to the dark side.
"If this stage can't accommodate my talent!" Sander roared to the sky, "Then let's cancel this talent show! Nobody will debut!"
She turned abruptly and gave orders to the terrified adjutant.
"Pass on my order! The city defense troops, fully armed, assemble! Go to the central square and tear down that dilapidated stage! Arrest all the contestants who advanced and pound them into the ground!"
Chen You: "..."
No, if you do it this way, I'll definitely have to clean up the mess!
"Sander! Are you crazy? This is your city! Don't you care about prosperity and happiness index?" Chen You shouted.
"To hell with prosperity!" Sander kicked over the courtyard wall.
"My dreams are all gone, what's the point of this crumbling city prospering! I'll make everyone fail the exam with me!"
Seeing that Sander was about to rush out, Chen You hurriedly spoke up.
"stop!"
Sander stopped and looked down at Chen You, his eyes filled with undisguised murderous intent.
"Are you going to stop me?"
"Go and tear it down!" Chen You pointed at the gate.
"If you walk out that door today and dismantle the stage, tomorrow all the players on the server will know that the Lord of Cangxing City is a coward who can't take a joke!"
"A loser who couldn't even get past the preliminary rounds, all he does is rage incompetently!"
Sander's breath hitched, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Chen You's brain was working at lightning speed, frantically extracting material from variety shows on Earth.
"Do you know why I did this?" Chen You sneered.
"Does a conventional advancement path suit someone of your born champion status?"
"The reason I gave you a negative score is to distinguish you from those mediocre women!"
Sander was stunned.
"What do you mean?"
Chen You opened his arms.
"I'm going to send you to the stage as the 'Ultimate Challenger King' at the very peak of the finals!"
Sander's eyes widened slightly.
Chen You continued to paint a rosy picture: "Imagine that scene! When everyone thinks the champion has been decided, when the whole stadium is cheering..."
"You, James Sand, descend from the sky in the most imposing armor, exuding an aura of world-destroying power!"
"In front of the entire city, you used your singing, dancing, and rapping to completely crush those so-called contestants who advanced!"
"This is the script that belongs to you!"
The air fell silent once more.
Sander's anger began to subside.
She looked down at her ripped overalls, then at Chen You.
"The...the Great Demon King?" Sander murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.