Chapter 83: My Handsome Flair

Wansifan felt insulted seeing a country bumpkin park a shabby bicycle next to his own Lamborghini. Annoyed, he muttered something to the boy beside him, and instantly three or four lackeys rushed over and shouted at Chen Yufeng:

"You idiot, park your broken bike somewhere else! Shameless, how dare you park that junk next to a supercar?"

"Is this road owned by your boss?" Chen Yufeng asked calmly. He knew these guys were acting on orders from their rich young master. Damn, so overbearing—weren’t they just begging to get slapped?

"No."

"Did I touch this junk car?"

"You bumpkin, how can you talk like that? Junk car? This is a Lamborghini, the golden bull! Haven’t you ever seen one? Country bumpkin, really ignorant!"

"I’m just asking, did I touch the car?"

"No, you didn’t."

"Then why are you making such a fuss?" Chen Yufeng felt a bit annoyed, his demeanor calm but angry.

The big oaf beside him nodded, mumbling, "He actually makes a lot of sense—I have nothing to say."

"You idiot." The tall, skinny one slapped his head and roared, "Sense? Nonsense! Whatever Young Master Wan says is reason. Do you still want to hang with him? Move this bumpkin’s broken bike away at once!"

"Alright." The big oaf scratched his head, looking adorably foolish, and walked over to Chen Yufeng. "Bro, mind if I help you move your bike?"

"Fine. Seeing how they bully you, I won’t make things hard for you," Chen Yufeng replied, not targeting the big oaf, his real beef was with their master.

At that moment, Wansifan stepped onto the stage.

Ordinary contestants would be respectful and awed by the judges, since their fate—green cards—was in their hands. They held the power of life and death over the contestants.

But Wansifan strutted about, not caring in the least about the three judges. What was a director? What was a celebrity? Before him, they were nothing—how dare they not let him pass?

Hands in pockets, Wansifan looked boldly at the judges and declared, "No need for me to introduce myself—you know who I am."

He then snapped his fingers with flair.

His cue sent the prepared cheer squad into action. A few boys fired party cannons with loud bangs, ribbons filling the air. A dozen girls danced and cheered energetically:

"Sifan, Sifan, you’re the coolest! The universe’s number one!"

"Prince Fan, the brightest—like the moon in the sky, celebrities are just little stars, highlighting your brilliance!"

"Prince Sifan, we love you! All the girls in school love you! We want to have your babies!"

The audience watched the college cheer squad in silence, only able to sigh at rich kids’ antics. Money really does buy anything…

"Wow, second-generation rich kids are different—their showmanship is unmatched, better than celebrities!"

"What can you do? They have money and can make a splash. He’s probably an insider; we can’t compete, just focus on performing well."

The contestants felt unbalanced seeing Wansifan’s extravagant display, but there was nothing they could do. Wealth and influence meant he could pass with just a few words.

Chen Yufeng in the crowd merely smiled faintly—you do you.

Oh, who in the world awakens sun and moon, summons brilliance, melts the frozen river...

Ho, who beneath the heavens, in this vast world, travels the distant road...

"Stop the music! Did I tell you to play it?" Wansifan’s talent act was the dance from the ‘I Am the Grand Dominator’ MV. After reporting the song title, the sound technician started the track.

But Wansifan shouted for a stop, loudly berating the technician: "Are you an idiot? Does this junk sound system do justice to my perfect moves? Use your head! Do you even know who I am? This sound system is for losers, not for someone of my status!"

"You…" The technician was annoyed but knew exactly who this arrogant, domineering rich kid was. To keep his job and avoid trouble, he swallowed his anger and switched off the sound.

After his tirade, Wansifan snapped his fingers again with style.

A lackey below got the message and dashed over to turn on the Lamborghini’s sound system, playing ‘I Am the Grand Dominator’.

"Damn, is he for real? He’s not afraid of getting struck by lightning?"

"These rich kids are getting bolder—unbelievable!"

The audience watched Wansifan’s antics, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, secretly wishing a bolt of lightning would strike him dead.

With the Lamborghini sound blaring, Wansifan began to dance.

His so-called dance was just a series of cool, stylish poses, perfectly capturing the essence of flashy Korean pop stars, exuding a wild and arrogant swagger.

As he danced, his cheer squad of nearly thirty people hyped up the atmosphere with cheers and party cannons.

But the crowd below couldn’t help but mock him:

"Damn, is that dancing? It’s just showing off—so disgusting."

"He’ll probably pass just for showing off, believe it or not?"

"I don’t believe it—unless the judges are blind."

"Don’t believe it? Look at who he is—Young Master Wan. If he wants to play at a talent show, he’ll at least make the top ten in Ninghai. Just wait and see."

After two minutes, Wansifan, exhausted from showing off, stopped.

His cheer squad erupted with applause and cheers, while the audience was filled with complaints.

Wansifan remained calm, his face full of arrogance, disdainfully sweeping his gaze over the crowd, pointing at them with contempt:

"A bunch of trash! It’s your honor to witness me dance. How dare you complain? I'll crush you all!"

"Wow, so arrogant..."

The audience grumbled, but only dared to follow the crowd, not one person brave enough to confront Wansifan directly. Everyone knew better than to stand out. Annoyed, they could only mutter quietly to vent.

"Hmph, trash is trash."

Seeing no one dare challenge him, Wansifan’s contempt grew, and he flashed a wild, smug grin, then turned playfully to the three judges:

"Judges, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and give your evaluation."

He added pointedly, "Remember, choose your words wisely—you know what I mean."

Li Weidong, Lu Zehao, and Guan Yaoqi, the judges, were inwardly annoyed by Wansifan’s arrogant behavior.

He was just too dismissive of everyone.

But they didn’t show their displeasure. Instead, they smiled and nodded, offering their assessment:

"Yes, very unique style. The entertainment industry needs fresh blood like you with distinctive traits."

"Absolutely, this style is exactly what the market needs. I approve."

"Quite impressive, and handsome too. This must be the future trend…"