After Transmigrating Into a Male Idol Talent Show

Chapter 4 - But, what I want to be is a vocalist.

Su Qinglan didn't see any suspicion in Yin Suli's eyes about his abilities. He nodded happily, "I sing a lot of R&B melodic rap, but I also listen to pure rap."

Yin Suli raised an eyebrow, "Like who?"

Su Qinglan thought seriously for a moment, "Many artists, but recently I've been listening to Eric B quite often."

Yin Suli became interested. She was curious whether this curly-haired guy was pretending to know or if he actually had some skills.

She tapped her ballpoint pen on the table twice, "Can you freestyle? If so, can you do it now?"

The trainees on the pyramid-shaped seats couldn't help but sweat for him. Yin Suli, as a rap mentor, wasn't known for her kind words. She had just criticized many people harshly. Su Qinglan seemed to have a silly personality and might not handle criticism well.

Just when everyone thought he might refuse, Su Qinglan raised his hand confidently and grinned, showing his cute little tiger teeth, "Can the music teacher give me a beat? A bit louder, please! Thank you!"

Confident, too confident.

Yin Suli couldn't see any nervousness in Su Qinglan. The music teacher obliged, but the beat she played was very unfriendly to those without real talent.

The curly-haired guy, who had always been cheerful, nodded along with the rhythm of the music, looking very relaxed.

When he sang the first note, Yao Chen, who hadn't expected much, subtly reacted.

Yin Suli, who was prepared for some awful sounds, couldn't help but sit up straight and show a rare look of surprise when he started rapping.

She could tell whether someone had real rap skills or was just faking it.

Su Qinglan seemed like an ordinary person, but in reality, he was nothing like that at all.

His timing was precise, extremely precise. Every word hit the beat perfectly, even anticipating the pauses in the later sections and making suitable facial expressions to match the musical style, creating a small climax that elevated the atmosphere.

The whole scene heated up with excitement. Su Qinglan wasn't trying too hard like many other trainees who often pursued complex rhyming schemes; instead, he gave off a relaxed feeling of naturalness. If you had to describe it, it sounded very comfortable.

That was hard to achieve. Many rappers had strong skills; they could rap at a fast pace while enunciating clearly and even had stage presence that could make people feel excited. But there was also a significant problem: they often pursued "fullness" excessively. Having rich content was good, but overdoing it could feel overwhelming, like someone forcing you to eat too quickly. Everyone admitted that they were very talented, but listening to them could be exhausting.

However, for Su Qinglan, his personal style was very distinct: freedom.

There were parts of wild output and parts with a relaxed rhythm. His rap had its own flavor, was creative, and yet well-structured.

When Su Qinglan picked up the microphone to perform, he completely transformed. There was a radiance about him that defied simple description, shining brightly.

Yin Suli couldn't help swaying to the rhythm, humming lightly, her eyes showing rare appreciation.

Not bad, or rather, it was excellent.

—He was enjoying the music.

Many trainees practiced diligently, spending long hours and pouring their sweat and hard work into it. Their attitude was definitely serious, but they lacked that special something, their own flavor. Their skills were mature, and even the teachers might not find any faults, but like a perfectly written essay, it looked good on the surface but lacked soul.