God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 654 - 724, I never even went to elementary school

Song Hongye looked at him suspiciously and said, "Fine, since you want to keep a low profile, I won’t find you a beauty to accompany you. How about I keep you company?" What she meant was, I, Song Hongye, am offering you my company, that’s quite an honor for you.

However, as Song Hongye thought this, her shapely rear hadn’t even touched the chair before Fang Yi said in a faint voice, "I said, I want to keep a low profile."

Song Hongye frowned slightly, wondering if she should sit or stand. Could it be that this guy was deliberately messing with her? Upon reflection, it certainly seemed possible since he was the type that was hard to read.

Even though Song Hongye was shrewd and calculating, she couldn’t see through Fang Yi’s real face and thoughts. Seeing the slight smile at the corner of Fang Yi’s mouth, she somehow felt unsure.

The atmosphere went silent for a few seconds, then Song Hongye straightened up and said with a smile, "Alright, if you don’t want me to sit, then I won’t sit. It’s just..."

"What?"

"I think you’re too stingy. A beauty offers to accompany you, and you don’t even accept. I really don’t know if you’re dumb or just pretending."

"Heh, whether I’m dumb or not, you have an idea, off you go." Fang Yi waved his hand dismissively.

Song Hongye didn’t know whether to laugh or cry and had no choice but to leave the place.

Shortly after Song Hongye left, a bottle of Rémy Martin was brought in front of Fang Yi.

"Sir, this is a gift from our boss. Tonight, your bill is on the house; you may enjoy to your heart’s content," the waiter said and left after placing the bottle of Rémy Martin on the table.

A barely noticeable smile curved Fang Yi’s lips, both gentle and a touch wicked, as he continued to drink.

After Song Hongye left, she ran into Song Duan.

"Miss," Song Duan greeted with a smile.

"Hmm," Song Hongye replied listlessly.

Song Duan glanced in the direction of Fang Yi and asked, "Miss, are you so spiritless because of Fang Yi?"

"It’s not because of that guy," Song Hongye quickly denied, but she didn’t notice the hint of petulance in her voice.

Song Duan didn’t let on that he noticed, and smiled, "Then it seems Miss is tired."

Grateful for the out, Song Hongye said, "Right, I’m just tired. I’m going to rest now... Uh..." She was about to leave but then seemed to remember something, glancing over at where Fang Yi was.

Seeing Fang Yi sitting there calm as a bell, leisurely enjoying his drink all by himself, Song Hongye said, "Hmm, keep an eye on that guy, don’t let him cause any trouble."

"Understood," Song Duan responded.

Only then did Song Hongye leave for her resting place in the bar. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

After Song Hongye left, Song Duan looked in Fang Yi’s direction with a faint smile. Suddenly his brow lifted, and he let out a wry laugh, "Miss, this task you’ve given me really isn’t easy."

Song Duan saw several well-known young masters from Tianjing heading towards Fang Yi, with the one in the lead being Tianjing’s famous Big Young Master Tornado.

Fang Yi leisurely sipped his drink, savoring the fine alcohol, and as he looked down, he saw several people approaching him. When he looked up again, he recognized a somewhat familiar figure.

"I remember you, your name is... that... what’s it..." Fang Yi racked his brains, thinking he would remember, but he had completely forgotten.

"Damn it!" The leading big young master immediately showed anger, almost strangling Fang Yi for such disregard. He shouted, "My name is Bai Xiaohua, Bai Xiaohua!"

He was desperate for others to remember his name.

Fang Yi searched through his memory and quickly recalled, slapping his thigh and saying, "I remember now, I remember."

Bai Xiaohua looked at him expectantly.

"You’re that pretty boy who wanted to recruit me but ended up getting beaten by me instead," Fang Yi stated with certainty, thinking he had guessed correctly.

Bai Xiaohua’s eyes instantly widened with fury, unable to forget the humiliation Fang Yi brought upon him at the Red Leaf Club.

And since when had he become a pretty boy?

Damn!

"Hmph, you have such a poisonous tongue. Maybe if you didn’t have that mouth of yours, things might be better for you." At that moment, a voice chimed in, belonging to none other than Nangong Feiyu.

Fang Yi sharply inhaled, not out of fear, but because he found Nangong Feiyu to be... utterly shameless!

Fang Yi sighed and said, "Nangong Feiyu, can’t you stop following me around like a piece of dog’s skin plaster, always showing up to make my life miserable? Weren’t the lessons I gave you in the past enough? No problem, just stick out your ass, and I’ll kick it a few times to relax your muscles."

"You!" Nangong Feiyu was infuriated.

You what? What do you even amount to? I’ve even been with your aunt, and you’re still trying to strut around here?

Bai Xiaohua snorted coldly and said, "Impressive verbal skills indeed, but unfortunately they’re of no use."

Fang Yi chuckled and asked, "Looking for a fight?"

Gah!

That comment hit Bai Xiaohua right in his vulnerable spot. Although his Martial Arts Realm had improved, he knew very well he was no match for Fang Yi. Fighting him would be nothing short of humiliating himself.

Therefore, Bai Xiaohua replied coldly, "You’re nothing more than a stronger fighter, what’s so impressive about that? Just an uncultured brute."

Fang Yi laughed.

He picked up a cup of Rémy Martin beside him and took a sip with neither haste nor delay, infuriatingly elegant.

"So, according to you, what counts as cultured?" Fang Yi asked with a smile.

"You can’t compete with me when it comes to culture," Bai Xiaohua stated haughtily, having spent a few years mingling in the college scene. What was Fang Yi in comparison? If he couldn’t beat him in a fistfight, he’d outsmart him.

Yes, a battle of wits!

Thinking thus, Bai Xiaohua confidently said, "Do you dare to compete with me in poetry?"

Fang Yi’s expression became extremely colorful.

Seeing Fang Yi silent, Bai Xiaohua assumed Fang Yi was scared and jeered, "Ha, you’re too terrified to speak, aren’t you? If you’re scared, just admit it, and I might let you off the hook."

"Yeah, if you’re scared, just say it. You’re not even worth one of Young Master Hua’s fingers."

"Young Master Hua is a poetry prodigy, what are you?"

"If you’re too scared to compete, just say it, stop playing dumb."

The young masters standing behind Bai Xiaohua, all eager to please him, joined in to verbally attack Fang Yi. They praised Bai Xiaohua to the skies, making him out to be unmatched, while they demeaned Fang Yi as worthless, not even worth a hair.

Fang Yi truly found it amusing. Looking at the overconfident Bai Xiaohua, he said, "Bai Xiaohua, are you sure you want to compete in writing poetry with me? I may not have even finished elementary school, but I can still write a few poems."

Psh, never even finished elementary school and can write poetry? Who are you trying to fool?

Bai Xiaohua felt even more confident now. He took out a bank card and said, "There’s a million in this card, a hundred thousand per poem. Do you dare to compete?"

Fang Yi shook his head: "That’s too little."

"Two hundred thousand!"

"...Still too little."

"Five hundred thousand."

"I suppose that’s barely acceptable."

Reluctantly, Fang Yi agreed to the price.

In Bai Xiaohua’s eyes, there was nothing but scorn. He thought to himself, this guy who didn’t even finish elementary school wants to take home five hundred thousand per poem? And he says it’s barely acceptable? Keep dreaming!

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