The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

Chapter 1302 - 1297: Wulang’s Arrogance

However, reality is always far from ideal.

The foreign beauty spoke in Chinese: "Sorry, I don’t understand what you’re saying..."

It was undoubtedly a joke, and upon hearing it, Wulang’s smile turned very awkward.

On the side, Xinmu burst into laughter: "Hahahahaha! That kills me!"

Wulang looked angrily at Xinmu, then switched to speaking Chinese to Vini Jones: "Hello, beautiful."

"Hmm, your Chinese is alright." Vini Jones nodded and then ignored him, acting very aloof.

Wulang became even more embarrassed, but remembering the business at hand, he had to temporarily put Vini Jones aside and looked at Xinmu: "Are you Ah Sang’s brother?"

Qin Hao was standing further back, and Xinmu drew attention with his actions, making Wulang mistakenly identify him.

Xinmu had already taken it upon himself to act as Ah Sang’s brother, determined to protect his sister from being harassed by ruffians. He had already noticed Wulang’s ill intentions earlier.

In this conversation, how could he give Wulang a friendly face?

He replied with a cold expression: "I am."

"Haha, may I ask your respected surname, brother?"

Xinmu replied in a very polite manner.

Xinmu coldly replied: "Xinmu. Also, don’t call me brother; I don’t like befriending the Japanese!"

"You!" Wulang was completely infuriated, but for the sake of his seduction plan, he had to swallow his anger and said, "My grandfather was Huaxia, my bloodline flows with Huaxia blood, so I am Huaxia."

"Hmmph!" Xinmu arrogantly didn’t respond.

Wulang held back his resentment, saying with some arrogance: "I’ve reserved a table at Li Lai Hotel. Why don’t you all join me for a meal? I think Ah Sang’s temperament is very fitting for the heroine of a musical I’ve worked on.

With some guidance, she won’t have any issues hitting it big in the future."

As a hot celebrity, Wulang was quite picky about choosing his musical cast.

Those who could participate were almost all famous and beautiful people.

Because of this, the fans outside were envious, their eyes filled with admiration.

Wulang was even more confident, believing that no one could resist the temptation of becoming a famous celebrity.

Instinctively, he glanced at Ah Sang, only to find her standing there very calmly.

Uh, does this little girl not aspire to be a star?

When he turned his head to look, he saw Xinmu and the others with cold expressions, "Having a meal with you is a waste of time."

"Mr. Xinmu!"

Being so coldly rejected, Wulang couldn’t maintain his gentlemanly demeanor and angrily retorted, "I don’t think I’ve offended you, have I? Isn’t your tone too arrogant!"

Xinmu retorted with a cold sneer: "Heh, I wonder who’s the arrogant one!"

As the two were about to argue, Ah Sang felt very embarrassed, glanced at Qin Hao, who just smiled without intervening.

Helplessly stomping her foot, she said: "Stop it, Brother Xinmu, don’t blame Mr. Wu Lang..."

Xinmu snorted, giving Ah Sang some face and no longer bickering with Wulang.

Wulang’s face was still discontented, but then an idea struck him, and he turned to Ah Sang and said: "Ah Sang, what do you think of the piece just now?"

"I think it’s very nice."

"Do you want to learn it?"

"Learn! Can I?"

Ah Sang was a bit surprised. "If I could learn it, that would be fantastic!"

"Ah Sang! That kind of stuff is useless! That Mozart’s ’Moonlight Sonata’ or whatever—it’s awful! The true national treasure is the erhu!" Xinmu interjected.

With these words, Wulang laughed disdainfully: "Hahaha, since when did ’Moonlight Sonata’ become Mozart’s? Xinmu, your ignorance really makes people laugh!"

"You!"

Xinmu hadn’t expected to make a blunder, and his face turned a bit awkward, especially with the ridicule from the silly fans nearby, he suddenly found himself at a disadvantage.

The feeling of revenge was very sweet, and Wulang certainly wasn’t going to miss it. He continued arrogantly: "But I understand such stupidity; it seems like you should be hauling bricks at a construction site, right? You probably haven’t received much education, so being a bit dumb is understandable! How about this, I won’t hold it against you: if you’re nicer, I can arrange for you to join our crew, then making eight or nine thousand a month won’t be a problem."

"You little Japanese! Are you looking for a fight?"

Xinmu’s face turned livid as he clenched his fists with cracking knuckles.

"Hehe! Are you going to hit me? Don’t forget, this is Beijing Airport! If you dare make trouble—hehe!"

Wulang laughed mockingly.

Being an international friend, he didn’t believe anyone would dare hit him.

"Mr. Wu Lang! You’re in the wrong!"

Seeing Xinmu angry, Ah Sang was also annoyed with Wulang.

This man looked alright, could play the piano, but his character seemed lacking.

"Hehe! Ah Sang, I’m just defending the dignity of pianists!" Wulang said righteously: "Your brother doesn’t know anything and insults the art of piano. Do you think I, as the piano ambassador of Japan, can stay calm?"

Ah Sang and Xinmu were not articulate people.

When Wulang put it like that, they were at a loss for words.

Seeing this, Wulang arrogantly lifted his chin.

He realized that taking a gentle approach probably wouldn’t work. To succeed, he needed to crush these people’s dignity. Only then could he confidently win over Ah Sang. Of course, if there was a chance, he wouldn’t let the exotic beauty behind her slip away either.

With such thoughts, Wulang contemptuously looked at Xinmu: "What’s the matter, you still not happy, Old Hei? If you don’t like helping me with odd jobs, how about sweeping the toilets at my agency? On account of you being Ah Sang’s brother, I can make an exception and offer you ten thousand a month!"

"You Japanese! Don’t push me!" Xinmu ground his teeth as he spoke.

With many people around, some security guards at the airport were approaching. Seeing the situation, Wulang wasn’t afraid of Xinmu getting rough and mockingly laughed: "Push you? A mere brute with only fists? Even if you hit me, you still can’t change your intrinsic low self! If you’ve got the guts, try playing some piano!"

"Playing piano? Little Japanese! Does playing the piano better than you mean I can beat you up then?"

Suddenly, the anger that was consuming Xinmu turned into calmness.

Wulang found it odd, but he still maintained his dismissive smile: "Playing the piano better than me? Silly boy, did water get into your brain?"

Though Wulang was very arrogant, he did have a reason for his arrogance.

In the whole of Japan, aside from some national treasure-class pianists, few could compare to him.

And in piano cultural influence, Japan was even a notch above Huaxia.

With no rivals in Japan, who in Huaxia could challenge him?

"Japanese, enough with the boasting! If I find someone who plays the piano better than you, will you let me beat you up then?"

Xinmu urgently pressed.

Wulang snorted with disdainful laughter and, without thinking, said: "If you find such a person, not only will I let you beat me up, I’ll bow to you!"