God-Level All-rounder Expert-Chapter 657 - 727, Bai Rou Arrives

Bai Xiaohua stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning, her pale face now difficult to look at, like a sky covered in black clouds. Anyone could tell that at this moment, Bai Xiaohua was suffering a great humiliation, not to be trifled with.

Yet, while others dared not provoke her, Fang Yi did.

Fang Yi crossed over the table and came before Bai Xiaohua, speaking indifferently, "Bai Xiaohua, fifty thousand for a poem, I’ve won."

"I won’t accept this!"

Bai Xiaohua ground her teeth and said, "Do you dare to do it again!"

Fang Yi smiled faintly, "I dare, but I’m afraid you can’t bear it."

However, the more Fang Yi said so, the more it spurred the fighting spirit within Bai Xiaohua’s heart, a mass of frustration coiled up inside her, needing to be vented.

"Who says I can’t bear it? With so many here as witnesses, let’s go again!" Bai Xiaohua bellowed.

Teacher Zheng beside her wanted to dissuade her, but Bai Xiaohua cut him off. At this point, with Bai Xiaohua’s temper flared, no one could stop her.

Bai Xiaohua was truly enraged, and she had to vent this anger.

Fang Yi didn’t refuse, not feeling the slightest bit sorry. The angrier Bai Xiaohua was, the happier he became. After all, it was she who insisted on biting at him relentlessly earlier. Fang Yi wouldn’t bite back; he would only strike back.

"You don’t want to play martial with me, fine. You want to play literary, also fine; I’ll play along. Let’s see if you can outplay me."

The poetry contest continued, both of them composing again. Bai Xiaohua was determined to defeat Fang Yi in poetry and regain his honor.

However, Bai Xiaohua had forgotten a saying, ’stay calm in the face of adversity.’ At this moment, he was anything but calm, becoming increasingly impatient and agitated.

It’s like an exam; the more agitated you are, the slower your mind works, and naturally, the worse your results will be—an obvious truth. Yet Bai Xiaohua fell into this trap, unable to extricate himself, sinking deeper and deeper.

Teacher Zheng, watching from the side, was very anxious for Bai Xiaohua, but he couldn’t help him and could only sigh in helplessness.

"As a young member of the Bai Family, it’s sad and regrettable to be so impatient," Wang Zhuo sighed.

Teacher Zheng deeply agreed.

Wang Zhuo’s gaze then shifted to Mr. Calculator.

At this point, Mr. Calculator was sitting on a stool, back straight as a pole. His face was calm, revealing nothing, simply looking at Fang Yi with contemplative eyes, as if he held great admiration for Fang Yi.

Wang Zhuo admired Fang Yi indeed, but he couldn’t fathom why Mr. Calculator also held such admiration for him.

Confused as he was, he didn’t dwell on it, but Wang Zhuo knew, Mr. Calculator’s admiration for Fang Yi must mean that Fang Yi was truly extraordinary.

Mr. Calculator, he’s a legend who’s origins are unknown, yet he is famous for three widely known incidents.

The first incident: at a banquet of a certain super family one year, Mr. Calculator publicly slapped the Family Head of that super family across the face—three slaps, each resounding extremely loudly. After the incident, that Family Head didn’t dare retaliate. When people tried to capture Mr. Calculator, they were stopped by that very Family Head.

The second incident: Mr. Calculator once entered a secret realm of Xuan Cang, a place that was a secret even to Xuan Cang itself, similar to the famed Yile City. That year, Xuan Cang sought to conquer that secret realm but suffered great losses and had to retreat.

Mr. Calculator intervened; he entered the secret realm and stayed there for three days unharmed, and even brought something back for Xuan Cang. It was said that item later became one of Xuan Cang’s national treasures, seemingly able to enhance the fortunes of Xuan Cang.

Fang Yi thus became a legend among the noble families of Tianjing.

As for the third incident, it was a secretive joy: during one celebration hosted by Xuan Cang, Mr. Calculative stopped the carriage of the prime minister who was inspecting the troops. It seemed there was a dispute, and Mr. Calculative appeared to have taken action.

But afterward, the incident was sealed, and no one knew of it, thus turning into a secretive joy.

These three incidents are widely known as Mr. Calculative’s notable achievements and serve as proof that he is no ordinary man. His background is terrifying and commands respect.

In the bar, the noise had vanished. What should have been a bustling scene was now eerily silent, as if infected by the scholarly aura of the man on stage, undergoing a ’cleansing of the soul.’

Bai Xiaohua penned poem after poem, each one a work he took pride in, each time full of confidence. However, as events unfolded, Bai Xiaohua’s spirit sank progressively lower, beaten down beyond recovery.

Because... every poem he produced was surpassed by Fang Yi!

Bai Xiaohua didn’t want to concede, but reality forced him to!

What kind of world was this, where he, who hadn’t even completed elementary school, was being bested by someone with the same lack of formal education? Goddamn it!

Bai Xiaohua really didn’t want to admit defeat, but he had no other choice!

After several rounds, Bai Xiaohua’s face was drained of strength; he had lost the domineering arrogance he used to carry. Fang Yi gave a slight smile and said, "Bai Xiaohua, aren’t you giving up yet? You’ve already lost two and a half million to me, why continue?"

Two hundred and fifty... At that number, Bai Xiaohua nearly fainted with anger. Was he calling him a fool?

"Again... again..." In fact, Bai Xiaohua still had money; after all, he was the eldest son of the Bai Family, and could bring out several tens of millions if needed. But he questioned, was it worth continuing like this?

Bai Xiaohua had fully realized the gap between himself and Fang Yi. He was not willing to accept this, he truly couldn’t accept it, but... the fact was right in front of him, he was no match for Fang Yi.

Not in martial combat, nor in literary duels!

Just then, a woman’s voice suddenly rang out.

"Bai Xiaohua, get down from there!"

Everyone turned towards the voice, and like people encountering an evil god, they stepped back, opening a path. A woman emerged from the crowd, and Fang Yi was slightly taken aback when he saw her.

Seeing the newcomer, Bai Xiaohua’s face fell, "Sister?!"

The woman had black hair cascading like a waterfall, dressed in a black leather outfit, her figure curvaceous, her curves pronounced in all the right places—tight and tempting, drawing everyone’s gaze irresistibly.

The woman seemed oblivious to these gazes, her eyes quickly falling upon Fang Yi, who was on the stage. Her beautiful, watery eyes flashed with a deadly seriousness, as if she bore a deep grudge against Fang Yi. She leaped onto the stage and strode towards Fang Yi.

Everyone was curious, eager to see what would happen next. The woman approached Fang Yi as if she wanted to strike him but, somehow, couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Fang Yi’s lips curled into a sunny and gentle smile, "Hi."

The woman said in a low voice, "Hi? Is bullying my little brother fun for you?"

Fang Yi replied, "Now, don’t wrong me. Your brother came to challenge me by himself. He didn’t want a martial contest, so I didn’t fight him that way. He wanted a literary duel, and I agreed to that. What more do you want from me?... Bai Rou."

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