The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1303 - 1298: So He’s Just a Cook

"That’s what you said!"

Xinmu suddenly burst into laughter, as excited as if he had won the lottery.

After laughing, he turned around and shouted, "Boss! It’s your turn!"

Qin Hao hadn’t yet spoken, but Ah Sang was a bit stunned. Brother? So Brother Xinmu’s method was to find Brother Hao?

"Boss! What are you waiting for? Come over here!"

Seeing Qin Hao not moving, Xinmu urgently shouted.

Qin Hao shook his head helplessly and then walked over, "You really know how to stir things up for me."

Xinmu smiled and flattered, "Boss, aren’t you all-powerful!"

After the flattery, he turned to look at Wulang, "Little brat! Just watch! My big brother is here! Whatever you play, you’ll be beaten down!"

Wulang looked at Qin Hao with disdain on his face, "This pretty boy? Can he even stand steady? And play the piano?"

Actually, Wulang had long noticed Qin Hao’s presence.

After all, the guy looked very decent, and if you look closely, he had that laid-back vibe that drives women crazy.

Seeing that the opponent was Qin Hao, he was immediately displeased.

Qin Hao didn’t speak, but Xinmu started to curse, "Little brat! Shut your mouth!"

"Ha ha!"

Wulang let out a disdainful sneer, "All you can do is talk trash! Can’t you hold back a bit? What a disgusting person!"

Xinmu wanted to get angry, but Wulang’s die-hard fans started to shout.

"You big fool! All you can do is talk trash!"

"Talking trash and roughing people up isn’t anything special!"

"If you dare, play the piano!"

Seeing this, Wulang proudly puffed out his chest, "See that? Even Huaxia girls can’t stand you! Idiot! If you have any brains, just shut up! Don’t disgrace Huaxia men!"

"You!"

Xinmu’s face was flushed with anger.

If it were somewhere without people, he could just beat Wulang into submission.

But now, with so many die-hard fans watching, how could he dare!

Right then, Qin Hao stepped forward, blocking Xinmu behind him, and said calmly, "What a sharp-tongued brat."

"Hey!" Wulang’s face showed a flash of anger.

The essence of a war of words is not to get angry. If the person looks worse than him, Wulang would feel secure and remain calm.

But Qin Hao was different; looking closely, Wulang even felt the other was a notch more handsome than him.

He was starting to lose his composure and said angrily, "In the eyes of humble people, it’s sharp-tongued; in the eyes of the enlightened, it’s eloquent! So don’t use your narrow mind to doubt me!"

When Wulang was younger, he was a member of the school’s debate club. Though he hadn’t participated in big competitions, his words were quite sharp.

Originally, Wulang’s groupies, seeing how handsome Qin Hao was, were lost in admiration.

But after being awakened by Wulang’s words, they all sneered with displeasure.

"Oh, this guy looks clean-cut, but turns out he’s as brainless as that big brute!"

"Ha ha! This must be jealousy of Mr. Wulang’s talent, right? There’s no helping it; the baser someone is, the more they like to hurt those better than themselves!"

"Bah! Even if they’re both good-looking, why is Mr. Wulang so talented, while this guy has none!"

Various criticisms came pouring in, infuriating Ah Sang and Xinmu.

Ah Sang shouted loudly, "Don’t say nonsense! Brother Hao is obviously talented! His cooking skills are amazing, aren’t they!"

As Qin Hao’s devoted fan girl, Ah Sang understood.

This Wulang was narrow-minded and not a good person, while his die-hard fans were brainless.

They were all detestable.

In an instant, Ah Sang moved past her short-lived "fan" phase and became a normal girl.

"Cooking skills? Ha ha ha ha!"

Ah Sang’s words were met with dismissive laughter from the fangirls.

A woman, heavily made up and full of botox, stepped out and said, "Wild girl! Cooking is a basic skill for men! How can you brag about that! You must be living in the last century!"

"But... brother’s cooking is especially delicious!"

Ah Sang said stubbornly.

"Ha ha! In the end, just a cook! Compared to my Mr. Wulang? That’s like a firefly versus the sun!"

The botox woman added arrogantly, "I’ve kept so many pretty boys. A cook’s pretty boy probably earns ten thousand a month! But Mr. Wulang, such a figure, can’t be won over by money anymore."

With these words, the die-hard fans were astonished.

"Sister Hua? Are you the Weibo celebrity Sister Hua?"

"Oh my God! I heard Sister Hua is also a member of Wulang’s fan club, didn’t expect it to be true!"

Sister Hua nodded very proudly, "Hello everyone, I’m here representing the fan club, specifically to welcome Mr. Wulang!"

After saying this, she approached Wulang, with a very warm expression, "Hello, Mr. Wulang!"

"Hello, Sister Hua!"

Wulang was very pleased, extending his hand, secretly delighted.

He had heard of Sister Hua.

This person is a Weibo celebrity, a rural entrepreneur in Beijing’s suburbs, considered nouveau riche, gaining wide attention from netizens for frequently flaunting wealth and showcasing her kept pretty boys.

Having such a notable person welcome him was obviously very prestigious.

Wulang became even more arrogant, after a brief greeting, he looked down on Qin Hao, "Pretty boy, I’ve thought about it, competing with you in piano is a disgrace to my status, so just get lost!"

"Ha ha? Are you scared?"

Facing insults, Qin Hao calmly retorted.

"Scared of you?"

Wulang found it utterly amusing, him, a well-known pianist in Asia, scared of a cook?

"You little rascal..."

Wulang’s face twisted as he began, but Qin Hao interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Old brat, are you a crow, can’t stop squawking? Let’s compete in speed!"

This statement turned Wulang’s face livid.

He knew he certainly couldn’t out-talk Qin Hao, so he said coldly, "Who starts first!"

"Need you ask?" Qin Hao raised his eyebrows casually, "Obviously, weaklings go first."

"I’m the weakling?" Wulang was furious. But to maintain a gentleman’s image, he replied coldly, "Rascal, if I play first, you probably won’t dare play next..."

"Stop babbling, speed!"

Qin Hao showed a look of disgust and waved his hand.

"Fine!"

Gritting his teeth, Wulang turned and walked towards the piano with a shadowy look.

Once he stood in place, the anger disappeared from his face, replaced only by calmness.

He was a qualified pianist, if he wanted to perform a piece perfectly, he had to be completely immersed.

So before playing, he had to adjust his mindset.

The die-hard fans saw his expression and showed infatuation.

Indeed, the Piano Prince of Japan was so handsome!