C393 The Civil War
C393 The Civil War
"I don't like it." Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Wanqiu almost blurted out.
"Alright." Chen Feng nodded slightly and then shifted his gaze to Bai Wenli. "Did you hear that? Wanqiu doesn't like you."
"Yes, and then?" Bai Wenli's expression was a bit dark as he was repeatedly rejected by Lin Wanqiu. This was unacceptable to the self-proclaimed proud son of heaven.
"Then …"
Chen Feng smiled, "Then you can scram."
"Wanqiu doesn't like you, but you shamelessly stay here. What's the point of that?"
Shameless?!
With the simple phrase, it slapped Bai Wenli's face again. Bai Wenli felt that his face was burning in pain.
However, he suppressed the anger in his chest and said solemnly: "You want me to scram? Yes! If you have the strength to make me scram, then I will naturally scram! "
"What kind of strength can make you scram?" Chen Feng smiled faintly.
"A strength I admire!" Bai Wenli sneered: "I've said it before, if you're a man, then fight me on the stage. The loser leaves Wanqiu on his own accord …"
"Alright." Without waiting for Bai Wenli to finish speaking, Chen Feng readily agreed.
At first, Bai Wenli was stunned, but then he was ecstatic. He never thought that Chen Feng would actually dare to agree to it. Furthermore, he even agreed so readily.
"Are you sure? "The loser must leave Wanqiu …"
"I'm sure. Whether it's a civil or martial competition, you can say it. Whether it's a civil or martial competition, I will accept it." Chen Feng said lightly. The best way to deal with Bai Wenli, the proud and arrogant second generation, was to use absolute strength to subdue him.
"You took it all? How are you going to receive it? " Bai Wenli sneered disdainfully. That idiot Chen Feng, he really thinks himself to be someone important. How can a mere second-hand Santana be compared with him, the heir to a Wealthy Class 10 billion?
"Don't worry about what I'm going to use, just tell me if it's a civil or martial competition." Chen Feng said lightly.
"A civil war, there's no need for a martial fight. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and beat you half to death. Today is such a joyous day, it's not good to see blood." He had originally planned to use a martial arts method and beat Chen Feng half to death on the stage, giving Chen Feng an unforgettable lesson, but doing so would inevitably bring many negative effects to Zhonghai University, causing the school to be dissatisfied with him.
"Coincidentally, I think so too." Chen Feng raised his eyebrows. He had to admit that Bai Wenli's luck was quite good. If he chose to fight, he probably wouldn't even have the chance to fight.
"You think so too?" Bai Wenli sneered. This trash Chen Feng, isn't he afraid of getting his tongue blown off by saying such arrogant words?
"That's right." Chen Feng was as calm as ever.
"Good, very good!"
"Since you want a written competition, then I will accompany you."
"But before we fight, I have to tell you that there are many talents that ordinary people would never be able to encounter in their entire lives. When I was seven years old, I had already reached the advanced stage."
"You also saw my performance on the stage. With my level, even if I don't say that I'm at the top of the world, it would still be easy for me to become a champion in a city level competition."
"So, it's not that I'm looking down on you, but you won't even have the slightest chance of winning a literary battle with me!"
"Martial Competition, you might still have a small chance of winning …"
"Why are you blabbering so much? Do you still want to compete?" Without waiting for Bai Wenli to finish, Chen Feng frowned and interrupted. He had also heard Bai Wenli play "To Alice" earlier. Although his level was higher than most ordinary people, he was still nothing compared to professionals. It was unknown where Bai Wenli got his confidence from.
"You …" Bai Wenli became angry and glared fiercely at Chen Feng: "Since you want to lose so badly, then let's fight now."
"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Whatever the competition is, it's up to you to choose. I'll compete with whatever you're good at." Bai Wenli's tone was filled with unquestionable arrogance. Not only did he have to win, he also had to win beautifully. The best way to win beautifully was to get Chen Feng to take out what he was best at and then defeat Chen Feng in what Chen Feng was best at.
"How about a Dou Zither? Coincidentally, there's a piano here." Chen Feng glanced at the piano and said.
"Are you sure you want to compete with me?!" Bai Wenli widened his eyes in disbelief. Could it be that Chen Feng, that idiot, had a screw loose? Could it be that he couldn't see that the talent he was most adept at was the piano?
Didn't he see how much of a sensation he caused when he played "To Alice"?
"I'm sure." Bai Wenli wanted to slap his face, but how could he not want to slap Bai Wenli's face? Didn't you, Bai Wenli, have just won the limelight on stage with a song, "To Alice"? Then I will use my absolute strength to suppress your limelight and step on you under my feet.
"Good, good, good! "Hahaha, I didn't expect you to be so ignorant." Bai Wenli was ecstatic. He said three good words in a row. Chen Feng was playing with the guillotine in front of Guan Gong. He was playing with the big axe in front of Lu Ban.
"What are you playing?" Bai Wenli asked. Without waiting for Chen Feng to speak, he added, "First, let's say that no matter what tune you play, I will always play the same as you."
Only in this way could he thoroughly humiliate Chen Feng, letting him know how big the gap was between a diaosi and a rich and handsome man.
Chen Feng smiled: "To Alice."
"What?!"
"You want to play" To Alice "?!"
After Chen Feng finished speaking, Bai Wenli's eyes widened once again. This Diaoyu, how reckless was it? It was one thing to play the Arena, but now it had to play the same tune as him. Did he really not know how to write the word 'die'?
"Why, is there a problem?" Chen Feng asked lightly.
"No problem, no problem, haha." Bai Wenli laughed out loud. Chen Feng was typically asking for a beating by playing a different tune. Perhaps audience members who didn't understand the piano wouldn't be able to tell how big of a gap there was between them.
"Young people these days really don't know their place." In the VIP seats, Zhu Qingfeng shook his head with a disdainful tone. He was already very surprised that Chen Feng agreed to fight Bai Wenli, but what surprised him even more was that Chen Feng now wanted to play the same tune as Bai Wenli.
Don't you know your place?
Chu Qingci smiled but didn't say anything. If it was anyone else, she might have the same idea as Zhu Qingfeng.
But this person was Chen Feng.
Although she only met Chen Feng once, she understood Chen Feng very well. Chen Feng wasn't the kind of person who didn't know his limits.
Other than his amazing martial arts ability, Chen Feng's piano skills were probably not that far off.